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That's actually pretty comforting to hear. While Warren does have enough sense to not feel forced into doing something he doesn't want to do, it's good to hear an actual confirmation of that.

"We'll see." Take it as it comes, huh? That's really the best way to go about things.

Turning in his arms he leans in to press his lips to his, hands going to start inching Wylie's shirt up. He doesn't want to stop now.

Wylie resolves to allowing Warren to guide their pacing from here on out. Maybe being really grabby wasn't the way to go, but Warren has quickly adjusted his mentality and is now the one tugging at Wylie's shirt.

He breaks the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare so Warren can get a look at the wiry frame he's had his hands on thus far. It's then Wylie's turn to pull at Warren's shirt, wanting to get his hands on broad muscles and smooth skin.

Smooth skin for the most part. The scars there hint that he's been through a thing or two. A jagged line on his abdomen, another on the side of his ribcage. A rounded patch about an inch across under one of his collar bones. Then there's ink hinting from behind his shoulders, vibrant red and orange and yellow.

Though once his shirt has joined Wylie's on the floor, Warren pulls them together again, bowing his head to nip at the man's neck. Just feeling skin on skin is somehow so enjoyable.

Wylie tries to take in as many details as he possibly can, noting that there are scars painted across his skin and even something more artistic from behind his shoulders.

He would have taken more time, but it seems Warren had another idea. He pulls him against him, Wylie tilting his head back and to the side so Warren can have his way. Wylie's hand moves down to Warren's hip, gripping him there and pressing against him. He groans softly.

The simple fact that there's one more erection involved here makes it seem a bit odd to Warren. No, again he corrects himself. Not odd. Just unusual.

There's a sigh, just a quick exhale at the pressure and Warren presses back, his fingertips pushing in against the wiry muscles in Wylie's back as he holds him tightly.

Wylie is familiar with it. He likes the feeling of another erection against his. He likes that there's such an immediately apparently arousal from the partner he's with and knowing that Warren is also aroused is more than enough for him to want to continue.

He presses against him, groaning softly and then moves his lips back to meet Warren's. The kiss is needy and heated. He pulls back just enough to breathe. "Bed," he says, "I want to lay out with you."

Warren's lips stretches into a somewhat lopsided kind of smile. He doesn't directly move to grant Wylie's wish. Instead his hands goes to pull open the mans belt, fingers working his fly open. It's always so much simpler to get rid of jeans when standing up.

Oh, that look is just cruel. Wylie narrows his eyes at him, amused and enjoying the way Warren is willing to play right back at him. Wylie takes the opportunity to reach around and grab Warren's ass playfully.

Only after Warren's made way with his fly does Wylie even try and do the same for him, tugging open the belt and then unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

That grab earns Wylie a bite, Warren having leaned in to the side of his neck as he pushed those skinny jeans down his hips. Once they are down, he sees no reason to not get a bit grabby, himself.

It's difficult not to want to throw this guy down and have his way. Maybe if this happens again, or maybe if later on it seems like something Warren wants, but Wylie is all for making sure he feels comfortable and ready. And given the way Wylie has to brush his hands across Warren, he's noticing that he's at least comfortable enough to be sporting a solid erection.

He groans, making sure Warren's jeans hit the floor. He's just waiting for more directions.

The bed is right there. It's so easy to just let himself fall backwards, hands having a firm grip on Wylie to pull him down with him. He's less hesitant now, or at least at the moment. Touching is easy, Kissing is easy. Skin on skin, lips on skin.

Warren moves backwards and Wylie follows, moving over him and smiling as if it was Christmas morning. Legs tangled, chest to chest, he leans into him and kisses him hard, nipping at his mouth before grinding down against him. Another guttural groan from Wylie in appreciation.

Jesus. Yeah, that's... That's not bad. Not bad at all. Before he even knows it he's gripped Wylie's narrow hips and grinds his own right back, pushing a leg up slightly between his to provide more pressure. There's a bit of a thrill that there's such an obvious sign of arousal there.

See? No penetration required. This right here could be enough and for Warren its a new sensation and those are always amazing. He holds himself up just a little, his hips still grinding down against him especially now that Warren has a hold of Wylie's hips. At this angle, Wylie can look down and stare at Warren's bare chest, marveling in that muscle tone and how it flexes as he grinds.

"Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," he manages.

Warren is not good at actually replying to compliments. He never has been. He simply never knows what to say.

What he does instead is to flash Wylie a grin, sliding a hand up into that messy mohawk of his top pull him back down for a hard kiss. He's not unappreciative. Definitely not.

Wylie doesn't care if he replies, but that kiss is more than enough of one. He's really happy Warren is into this and not just because Wylie is getting something out of it, too, but rather that he's just stoked to bring some pleasure to him.

Wylie presses his thigh between Warren's legs, adding pressure to that friction.

That earns Wylie a hiss from Warren and a sharper buck of his hips. As nice as this is, it's starting to feel like teasing, somewhat frustrating as he's starting to want more.

Getting the thought that, why the hell are they still wearing underwear, he slides his fingers in under the waistband of Wylie's boxers.

Wylie smiles, that sort of cocky look he gets when something is going well for him and he shifts his hips so that Warren can push those boxers down off him. Of course, Wylie's not about to let him go long with that last bit of clothing so he sits back on his knees and tugs at the waistband of Warrens.

And Wylie is not shy about that mouth-watering expression he has when he finally is afforded a fully naked look at Warren.

That is definitely an appreciative look Warren is getting. He can't help but to be a bit pleased at the expression on Wylie's face. However... "So... how long are you planning to just sit there and stare?" Yeah, there's some cockiness in Warren as well.

The crooked smile Wylie gives him is playful in nature and he reaches down, running his palms up either side of Warren's hips while avoiding touching his cock.

"As long as I damn well please," he replies, hands moving up his abdomen slowly and then back down. Only then does Wylie shift to straddle Warren's hips, moving to hover over him and very carefully and purposefully grinding against him.

He draws a deep breath and lets it out in a soft groan. Another unfamiliar sensation, but a good one. So far the guy really seem to know what he's doing.

He runs his hands up Wylie's thighs, over his hips to his waist. He's used to feeling softer curves under his hands. Here's there's lean muscle instead. Sharper angles and harder planes. Different, but not in any way bad.

Wylie loves showing people new things. He thinks it is quite the privilege to show off some of these new pleasures Warren didn't know he could have. It helps that Wylie gets to benefit from it, too.

What else is nice is that Warren isn't shy about it. He's got his hands on Wylie, enjoying that too based on the groan he just exhaled.

And since Wylie loves to lead by example, there's a few more harsh motions against him before Wylie is shifting back, kissing his way down Warren's abdomen. Hopefully he can guess what Wylie has planned.

Oh yes, he can guess. And he's not likely to protest. He's always been a fan of oral. But then, what guy doesn't like blowjobs?

And really, right now he's fully content in letting Wylie more or less have his way. He's reaping the benefits of it, after all. Tucking an arm behind his head to prop his head up a bit, he watches as Wylie makes his way down his body.

Lucky for him that Wylie really lives giving blowjobs then. He shifts until he's eye level with his groin, first taking him in hand and then licking a long line up the underside of his cock with the broad side of his tongue. He's hot and hard and everything Wylie was hoping he'd be. That's more than reason enough to next suck the head of him between his lips, tongue flicking at the underside of him.

It is at that point Warren lets his eyes slip closed, not bothering to hold back an actual moan. Yes. The guy absolutely knows what he's doing.

His hand slides into Wylie's messy hair, finger's sifting through it as he feels his head bob over him. "That feels damn good," he mumbles.