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For a moment, he closes his eyes, letting that thought take him over. With each steady movement, Jacobi rocks his hips back into him.
"You talk like I - listened to you taking a shower," he says, because he absolutely did. "And didn't think about that, too. I still do, you know. You're lucky that you ever get a shower to yourself."
"You talk like I - listened to you taking a shower," he says, because he absolutely did. "And didn't think about that, too. I still do, you know. You're lucky that you ever get a shower to yourself."
Jacobi will feel Kepler's hips press up against him from behind, rocking against him in return as he speaks. As he strokes. As his other hand, done with the trousers, starts the more delicate work of getting his underwear.
"I don't need that kind of luck," he says, and there's a faint growl to the lower notes of the words, the bottom of his register. "If I'm in the shower? I will happily" and that comes with a slightly firmer squeeze of one hand, "accept some company."
A low laugh.
"As long as you've got some extra time to spend."
"I don't need that kind of luck," he says, and there's a faint growl to the lower notes of the words, the bottom of his register. "If I'm in the shower? I will happily" and that comes with a slightly firmer squeeze of one hand, "accept some company."
A low laugh.
"As long as you've got some extra time to spend."
There's a soft gasp as his brain tries to keep up with what Warren's saying, but he's very quickly losing his concentration. "Uh uh, no way," he tells him. "You don't - get every time. Sometimes...Sometimes, I like to know that you're suffering without me."
He drops his hand from his arm, digging fingers into Warren's thigh instead as he turns to give him a bruising kiss.
He drops his hand from his arm, digging fingers into Warren's thigh instead as he turns to give him a bruising kiss.
That hand only stills as the kiss collides with him, takes over his attention utterly, because he needs to focus on nothing else. That low rumble in his chest rises a little, the passion of it making his heart beat harder, a little faster, and he returns the kiss with just as much desperation. He won't even consider words until Jacobi needs to breathe and the kiss breaks.
"I suffer without you. Every time."
Then Jacobi's being kissed in return, that same bruising intensity, the hand that had been working on his underwear gripping his hip hard enough to leave marks.
"I suffer without you. Every time."
Then Jacobi's being kissed in return, that same bruising intensity, the hand that had been working on his underwear gripping his hip hard enough to leave marks.
"You're so dramatic," he groans, as if he's not the same way. He turns to face him fully, taking a few steps to lean back against the wall, though he keeps his hands on him. He's drawn to him, to his chest, fingers running over the muscles he feels underneath his shirt.
"And you stopped," he adds in a whining complaint. "To think I was gonna get on my knees for you later."
"And you stopped," he adds in a whining complaint. "To think I was gonna get on my knees for you later."
There's a firm squeeze before he starts again, starting the pace slower again, his other hand bracketing around his waist in a way that feels a little like he could just lift him up from there and go.
But he's got no shortage of confidence here, as much as his devotion, his worship. He leans in, down, and he's claiming Jacobi's lips this time, hand moving in time to the rhythm of the kiss until he turns and starts kissing along Jacobi's jaw and the pace increases.
"You are," he says without a hint of doubt, "because you love it almost as much as I do." A nip to his jaw. "My hand in your hair, tugging hard every time you make me want to fuck your mouth."
But he's got no shortage of confidence here, as much as his devotion, his worship. He leans in, down, and he's claiming Jacobi's lips this time, hand moving in time to the rhythm of the kiss until he turns and starts kissing along Jacobi's jaw and the pace increases.
"You are," he says without a hint of doubt, "because you love it almost as much as I do." A nip to his jaw. "My hand in your hair, tugging hard every time you make me want to fuck your mouth."
He's caught for a moment between wanting to continue arguing and just giving in. Of course, he chooses chaos. Even as he stops thinking properly. Even as he grows warmer under his touch.
The words are halting, laced with soft noises that he knows, without wondering, drive Warren mad. For all their restraint in public, Jacobi doesn't hold back here.
"I love making you ache for it, though." He rakes fingers along his shoulders, under his shirt, digging welts there that regretfully never last. He knows he won't last, so he adds, in a murmur: "Do you think you'll beg me?"
Jacobi tilts his head back against the wall as he finishes, raising up on his toes with a deep groan.
But dammit, he got the last word.
The words are halting, laced with soft noises that he knows, without wondering, drive Warren mad. For all their restraint in public, Jacobi doesn't hold back here.
"I love making you ache for it, though." He rakes fingers along his shoulders, under his shirt, digging welts there that regretfully never last. He knows he won't last, so he adds, in a murmur: "Do you think you'll beg me?"
Jacobi tilts his head back against the wall as he finishes, raising up on his toes with a deep groan.
But dammit, he got the last word.
Of course. We finishing off the Harry Potter movies or have you found yourself on a better series?
No. We are going to finish what we started! Those little shits are gonna get that no-nosed bastard.
Hey, I'm only here to finish what you started. Fitting, really. You want me to bring anything for drinking to snot-nosed drama?
Oh ha ha.
Bring the beer. I'll have Warren make snacks.
Bring the beer. I'll have Warren make snacks.
And he'll be there about fifteen minutes later with a casually pilfered six-pack from the Lounge (and about ten of those spent chatting with Raylan) before he knocks on Warren and Jacobi's door briefly before he lets himself in.
"So, where were we up to again? There's too many parts after the fourth movie."
"So, where were we up to again? There's too many parts after the fourth movie."
"We just started with the the horrible lady in pink," he says from the couch, where a whole host of movie snacks are laid out. Jacobi's already into the popcorn.
"Order of the Phoenix, then," he replies cheerfully, putting the beer on the table before he slams bodily into the cushion next to Jacobi.
Jacobi wraps an arm around his shoulders and then tries to drag him forward so he can snag a beer. "That's the one, yup."
And of course he'll let himself get dragged forward, using the motion to harvest a handful of dry snacks and a few pieces of hard cheese.
"You know, I have to wonder if there's any copies of the series left in paper form in the library now," he muses, not trying to hide the grin in his voice.
"You know, I have to wonder if there's any copies of the series left in paper form in the library now," he muses, not trying to hide the grin in his voice.
And then Jacobi's legs are in his lap as he leans back on the couch, taking his arm away to open his beer. "Why? Thinking of catching up on your YA reading?"
He tips his head in joking acknowledgement. "Oh yeah, I'm thinking about starting up a book club for the kids, you know?" He pops a cracker into his mouth and continues, mouth half full, "It's not like any of them will have read it before, might as well start with the classics."
"Oh sure. They can start with Harry Potter and the Mountain of Trauma. Or Harry Potter Goes to Therapy. That's the kind of books those kids need," he snorts.
"Harry Potter and the Literally Everything And Everyone Trying To Kill Me," he intones dramatically. "Highly relatable to the youths."
"Harry Potter and the Lack of Parental Oversight," he cackles. "Say what you want about my dad, but at least my mom still likes me! And I was a very well behaved youth."
"What, no little baby Daniel waddling around with party poppers stashed in his nappy like a real-life Rugrat?"
"Nah, I built Lego sets and then dropped them off the second floor to watch them smash," he grins. "Finding pieces for weeks."
"Yeah, that's about what I expected."
Hand now free of snacks, he rests an elbow to dig into Jacobi's shin so he can lean forward and grab his own beer.
"Christ, I forgot about the bloody horse things," he comments abruptly when his eyes catch the screen.
Hand now free of snacks, he rests an elbow to dig into Jacobi's shin so he can lean forward and grab his own beer.
"Christ, I forgot about the bloody horse things," he comments abruptly when his eyes catch the screen.
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"They are called thestrals, you uncultured swine," he teases, moving his leg away at the pressure of his elbow.
"They act like it's such a big deal, but literally everyone on this ship would be able to see one."
"They act like it's such a big deal, but literally everyone on this ship would be able to see one."
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