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"Hey," he says, leaning against the wall just outside the bar. It's late, so people aren't really filtering into the place anymore. Instead they've either made themselves comfortable inside or they've left for another place. Wylie, on the other hand, has nowhere to fucking go tonight, so he has no problem with hanging around and kind of looking over the sexy bouncer standing around and watching his post. Isn't that adorable.

"Long night or not bad?" he asks, just making conversation to start. Wylie wants a feel for the guy. He wants to <I>feel</I> the guy. Hah.

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Based on the intent gaze he has on Wylie, it's pretty clear that this is very much as pleasurable for Warren as it is for Wylie. They seem to work well together. Wylie is vocal and easy to read and Warren is observant and responds well.

The longer this goes on, the closer Wylie gets, feeling it build up in his abdomen, tightening and flexing until he's sure he's going to lose his mind. He chokes out a groan before gasping, "harder."

Warren is not late to comply. He snaps his hips forward, driving in hard, absently biting his lower lip against a moan. He has a good guess that Wylie is close, and he wants to feel that. It's not far for him either.

He groans, feeling it build, sitting right there on the cusp and then he loses it, bucking into his own hand and gasping as he comes. It's sudden but that harder thrust was all he needed.

He almost winces when he feels Wylie tighten up and clench around him. The sight of him coming undone and the feel of him bucking is almost more than Warren can handle.

Perhaps he should ease up and let the guy catch his breath, but... He's so close, himself. So close, so close... There. The climax truly comes as a release, where everything tenses for a moment as pleasure surges, drawing out a choked moan, then that tension drains away. For a moment he stays sitting on his knees, still buried inside the other man, his hands no longer gripping his hips but still resting there. With his head dropped back he sighs. eyes closed. "Fuck, that was good," he mumbles.

Now Wylie is an extra mess and he exhales a soft sigh, his heart pounding in his chest and trying to get his vision to focus. He looks at Warren and grins. "That was really good," he agrees.

There's a soft chuckle from him, is lips stretched into a grin. Breathing a soft and content sigh, he reaches down to hold the condom in place as he eases himself out. "I'm thinking that shower is probably a good idea."

Wylie shivers as he eases out of him slowly like that. He then nods, resting back on the bed and sort of splayed out while he tries to keep from passing out right here. He's all loose and satisfied.

Not in any rush, Warren does take the time to just breathe for a moment, looking down at the man. He really does look content.

Still, he soon unwraps Wylie's legs from around his hips, and with a brief caress over his thigh he gets up and heads for the bathroom. A short moment later there's the sound of the shower running.

Wylie watches him walk away, getting a good look at that back piece he has done. He takes a moment to stretch out and loosen up before climbing out of bed and following him into the bathroom. Warren had meant a shared shower, right? Of course he did! Why wouldn't he?

Climbing in behind him, Wylie slides his hands up Warren's back, over the lines of that tattoo before sliding back down again to rest on his hips.

While he hadn't specified a shared shower, he's definitely not against it. he smiles when he feels Wylie's hands on his back, leaning into the touch and then turning when those hands settle on his hips.

Because he can, because he might as well milk this encounter for all it's worth, he slides his arms around the other man to pull him closer, pressing his lips to his. Funny, he hadn't thought about how much he's missed touching someone, until now.

Hey, if he's here until he gets kicked out, he's taking his damn time and taking advantage wherever he can. Wylie is certainly a fan of this one and he most certainly wants to keep up the touching and closeness. He knows what its like to miss it too.

The kiss is well received, Wylie looping his arms around Warren's waist, lacing his hands behind his back just to rest there. He's tempted to grope his ass, but he can let that wait for now.

Warren gets the thought that it's really a shame that Wylie is likely to disappear, sooner more likely than later. He's a fun guy, and then seem to have a fair bit in common. And, in Warren's admittedly somewhat limited experience, sex is rarely this good the first time with someone new. It would have been promising, if he hadn't been so sure Wylie wasn't going to stick around for long.

"So I'm taking this to mean I have a chance of getting my back scrubbed," he says, lips curved into a lopsided kind of smile.

Wylie didn't have a plan. Not originally. He thought he'd probably move a little more until he absolutely had to be back here in the city. He figured that her is what would be best in the long run since... well, those are serious thoughts for another time.

He raises an eyebrow and nips ones more at Warren's mouth. "What else would I be doing in here?" he teases, unlacing his fingers so he can run his hands up Warren's back, palms flat.

"Getting cleaned up?" Warren deadpans, his own brand of teasing. The joke is revealed, though, by how he slides his hands down to settle low in Wylie's back, keeping them close together.

Wylie grins at him, pressing in against him as that hold tightens. Apparently, there's no rush, here. He's happy about that. He wants to take his time here.

And then, his hands move lower, both hands palming his ass and pulling Warren closer. He curls his fingers in against the muscled flesh in his hands and smiles.

"Or you could just be here to grab my ass." Not that he's complaining.

Letting go but not stepping away he reaches for a bar of soap. Lathering up his hands he slides them over Wylie's back. He can get a scrubbing too, Warren is not stingy about that.

"It's such a wonderful ass," he says with a grin. Wylie hasn't let go of him even when Warren is reaching for the soap, moving his hands along Wylie's back. He figures he could probably return the favor.

He grabs the soap for himself and lathers up his hands before running his palms over Warren's body, up and down his back, over his sides and up again to the back of his shoulders.

One thing Warren doesn't really like about his brain is that he just can't stop thinking most of the time. What he thinks as he slides soap-slick hands over Wylie's skin, holding him pressed close and again kissing him, is that he could get used to this. That isn't a good line of thought to have at a time like this. He can have tonight and he can have tomorrow morning, and after that he can't count on anything else.

Maybe he ought to give the dating scene a chance for once. he's obviously missed being with someone more than he'd thought.

Wylie can be a thinker, but usually he blocks anything serious so he doesn't get caught up in the worries of the world. This is exactly how he ended up with a son in the first place, so clearly that way of dealing is not the way to do it.

His hands continue to scrub over his skin, leaving the soap off his neck so that Wylie could lean in and suck gently at his skin. He hums happily, shifting so he could push Warren's back against the wall, leveraging that.

The cold tiles against his back gets a sharp intake of breath from Warren, but he pays it no mind. he can't help but to grin at the feeling of Wylie's lips on his neck, and he tilts his head to the side a bit to give the man some more room to play.

Edited 2014-09-05 18:49 (UTC)

Oh lovely, he wants to play along. He smiles against his neck, nipping at his jaw and then again down to his neck and then again lower to his collarbone. His hands slide down to his hips, holding him there and groaning softly as he presses tightly against him.

So, this guy is one of the insatiable ones, is he? Well, that could definitely provide for a fun night.

Te soap has already been washed away, but the water still makes things a bit slick as Warren slides his hands up Wylie's back, up to tangle in his hair, gripping there to pull his head back and bare his throat to Warren's lips.

He is definitely the insatiable type once things are definitely a go and so far, things are going very well between them, he thinks. Wylie wants to know more about him, of course. This isn't just a physical thing. This isn't just something that will make him feel good for right now. This is a connection with someone. They have a lot in common. They have a lot of things they could really talk about outside of wanting to fuck each other's brains out.

It seems for now, this is physical exploration and now Warren wants to do some exploring. He tilts his head back and smiles, eyes shut and giving him all the space he could possibly want, though he keeps his hips pressed to his.

Exploration is definitely happening, Warren curious to learn what is familiar and what is new to him. He has to conclude, sometime later when he's sitting on the floor with his back against the wall with an arm slung around a sprawling Wylie who was leaning against him, that there are far more familiar things than not. A quote from a book he recently read pops into his head. Mere plumbing, when all is said and done.

"I've got to admit, this is turning into one hell of a pleasant night."

Wylie has his eyes closed, leaning against him happily and loosely. He's finding that being this relaxed in someone's arms is a rare thing. It's appreciated and he hopes to make sure Warren knows that.

"Hmm," he agrees, humming softly to himself even as he does shift just a little to look at him, "glad you think so. Be sad if you didn't."