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[The kisses lower some of his tension though he still seems so painfully uncertain.]

Tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop immediately.

[He presses his cheek against Jet's, very very slowly beginning to move his hand up his length with barely a grip, but the metal is deliciously cold and the joints, smoothed to precision, may well be ribbing for the texture they provide. Not that Albert can think of that, but Jet will certainly feel it.

Albert glances back to make sure he's not accidentally causing any discomfort, let alone pain, and... well, frankly he's impressed at just how hard Jet is over all this. Maybe he does know what he's doing.]

Ah-!

[Albert definitely knows what he's doing, or at least is doing it whether he knows it or not.

The small cry is cut off by his own gasp at the texture that rubbed him just the right way and the stinging bite of cold metal against sensitive skin.

One of his hands clenched at the sheets while his arm moved back to behind Albert's shoulders to keep him close to the blond's body. In a jerky motion that was partially involuntary, Jet's hips moved up against the hand, increasing the friction for just a moment.]

[The cry makes Albert freeze again for half a moment until it's clear that the noise and the buck of Jet's hips are for a positive reason. He'd never heard Jet quite that far gone so quickly. Experimentally he tightens his fingers just a little, enough that they're closed around Jet instead of just rubbing tentatively against him. He slides back down slowly, first watching his own hand at work and then watching Jet's face, wondering at his expression in the throes. Usually he's too far gone himself by the time Jet is like this to really take it in, but this time he's full cognizant and plenty appreciative.]

[Albert losing a bit of that hesitation and getting a firmer grip just sends more shocks and shivers through him. His face tilts back and a groan escapes him and the hand previous clenched in the sheets finds it's way to Albert's shoulder while so he's still touching the German while his other hand darts down to try and reach between Albert's legs.

It felt a lot better than he'd been anticipating and it was driving him wild, he needed to get his hands on Albert and try to get him panting and needy too.]

[Because of his earlier hesitations and misgivings - not all of which have been dispelled but he's getting there - Albert's still quite soft, but Jet's hand suddenly and insistently grabbing at him and the way the blond groans not just with his voice but his entire body pulls Albert to attention.

He lets out a sudden short breath and slides his hand up again almost in retaliation, cautiously but determinedly running his thumb over the head in a small circle, trying to pull another unbridled moan from Jet before he's too distracted by his own arousal to appreciate it properly.]

[The action gets the reaction Albert was searching for as the blond is rendered momentarily unable to move or think beyond the hand on him. Even Jet couldn't say exactly why he'd gotten so worked up so fast, but now it was too much and that building feeling in him was too close to maximum for what he still had in mind.

He let go of Albert's shoulder and took hold of his right forearm instead, voice breathy as he distractedly continued smaller movements at the material beneath his other hand.]

S-stop...you're gonna finish me off before we can even get any further.

I...I need more.

[A little less absentmindedly, the hand on Albert shifted up to start tugging at the already undone pants to indicate exactly how in the way he thought they were.]

Such a glutton tonight.

[His own voice is husky, the flesh under Jet's hand already hard even from just that much. A little relief is granted while Albert brings his hand away to remove his pants, pulling out of Jet's reach just for a moment. When he settles back down, it's close enough to steal a kiss and to run his metal fingers underneath, cupping and fondling with slowly warming fingers as he watches Jet's face, purring against his lips.]

What sort of 'more' did you have in mind?

[The comment about being a glutton earns him half of a glare--the most he could muster under the circumstances, but then he was being kissed and the renewed contact with that hand makes his breath hitch again.

It was hard to think with that hand on him.

His hand reaches for Albert's arm again, though not to pull him away this time.]

You.

[His voice was rough with his erratic breathing and heavy with need and he tried to push past the haze in his mind to find the words he needed; he needed to be clear or Albert would weasel his way out.

Although, this particular exercise, Jet would let Albert out of if it was too much. It was just the last thing left he could think of. Not that he could think of much right this moment.

He took a calming breath.]

...same rules apply till I'm ready for you...[The hand on Albert's right forearm moved as Jet sat up a bit, to take hold of those fingers a moment.]

I want these inside..and then you.

[Color rises in his face.

Damn this man for getting embarrassing admissions from him so easily, damn him for making Jet want more always.

He smirks partly because he hopes to drive Albert up a wall as well and partly to try and mask his own embarrassment.]

...and then you can take out some of that tension. Finally relax.

[His unoccupied hand slides up to Albert's face and cradles it.]

[Lucky for Jet that his embarrassment goes unnoticed as color rises on Albert's face, from neck to cheeks to ears. He'd expected the second part, that was a given, but the first...]

A-are you certain? There's no give...

[It's a nonworry really, since he'd prepared Jet with his other hand before and that one is also now without its synthflesh covering ever since his knife was enhanced. Even so, the idea of basically putting a gun, even an unloaded one, inside someone he loves... It's frightening.

He tries. He runs his fingers against Jet, tracing, stalling, until...

No. He can't. He just can't do this. A pained and completely disconcerted expression settles on his face.]

I'm sorry... I can't, it's-

[He looks down at his hand, trying desperately to see it how Jet does, as just a hand with a little something extra he can do with it, but all he sees is a gun.]

It's a weapon. I can't do something so intimate to someone I love with something meant to kill.

[He hadn't noticed he'd been holding his breath until those fingers stopped tracing, hesitating, and pulled away. His breathing returns to normal as he listens to Albert's explanation, that expression on his face and the way he was staring at his own hand weighing on him.

He'd been hoping it would be fine, that he could move past that hurdle and see what Jet saw, but that not happening wasn't a big deal in the face of how Albert looked right now.

Jet shifted, sitting up enough to wrap his arms around Albert's shoulders, one hand going to the back of the German's neck. He purposefully unbalanced the older man so that when he leaned back again, Albert would follow, held to Jet's chest as he was.]

It's okay, don't get bent out of shape about it, it's fine.

[His face was still bright red--the whole 'someone I love' thing hadn't helped--but his voice was soft and understanding; he just wanted that look of pain gone from his partner's face.]

[Jet pulls him down gently as he hides his face in his partner's shoulder, relief and shame vying for dominance. His arms wind around Jet, not just the left but both hands pressed gently into the blond's back.]

I wish I could see it your way.

[He knows what Jet had been trying to do and he appreciates the gesture wholeheartedly. He just feels as if he's failed the American as well, fallen short of expectation, even if Jet makes no sign of that being the case.

He presses soft kisses against Jet's neck, gentle but slowly amorous. Laying half on Jet, he lifts his head to look into his partner's eyes, tentatively but determinedly running his right thumb lightly over Jet's lower lip.]

Tell me how to make it up to you.

[The kisses pull a soft and appreciative noise from the blond and he takes advantage of how close that thumb is to press a kiss to it.

It really was okay, just the fact that Albert was more receptive to touching Jet with that hand at all was good enough for a first attempt at this; maybe they could get further with it with time, maybe they wouldn't. Ultimately, he'd take what he could get.

He smirked, a mischievous glint to his eyes as his hand grazed along Albert's spine.]

First, kiss me and stop acting like you just kicked me instead. Then, make it so I can't get out of this bed when you're through with me and we'll be good.

[A little shiver runs through Albert at the too-light touch along his back and he grins just a little before doing as directed. The kiss starts light and gentle, but it's a deceptive softness, Albert working tongue into the mix quickly and building to a crescendo of teeth and lips, seeking to steal Jet's breath for his own as he sends both hands seeking, skating patterns anywhere and everywhere the German can reach.

Eventually he finds himself sitting back up, hands keeping Jet pressed back into the pillow for a moment until he's certain his partner will go along with what he's thinking. Albert straddles Jet's legs, a bit lower than those deliciously narrow hips, and with a look into Jet's eyes presses his own arousal against Jet's with a sharp intake of breath, jumping to full hardness again even that quickly at the contact. He holds them together with both hands, breathing out slowly, then begins to grind, stimulating them both at once.]

[Jet very nearly lost himself in the kiss completely between tongue and teeth and soft lips all at work in it, with Albert's hands tracing along his skin he very nearly forgot he'd even wanted more.

But then Albert was pulling away, telling him not to move, and moving down the blond's body. Jet watched with curiosity that turned to pleasant surprise as his partner began to grind against him, making full thoughts hard to string together. His hands tried to reach for some sort of grounding contact but Albert was too far away and all he could reach was his fingertips brushing along his partner's metal knee as his other hand tangled in the sheets.

He didn't know what Albert's plan was, but with the shocks of pleasure coursing through him at all the contact and stimulation, he was willing to go with whatever the German wanted.]

Albert...

Although his breathing was getting heavier again, his voice was less a gasp and more a breathy whisper, meant to pull a shiver out of the man on top of him.]

[Albert could listen to the way Jet prays his name into the air for the rest of his life. He moans softly, pressing himself against Jet and moving his hands along both of them as he bucks his hips, the friction driving them both into gasping and shivering.

He's already twitching when he shifts up again, moving from sitting to kneeling, hovering over Jet with a gentle hand against him stroking lightly. Albert makes sure he locks eyes with his partner, gaze both loving and somehow intense. He wants to make completely certain that Jet is watching as Albert lowers himself onto him by inches, breath quick and punctuated by little moans of pleasure until he's sitting flush against Jet with the blond's entire length inside.]

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[For a moment, he thought they were going to finish right then, but then Albert was pulling away again, repositioning and...oh.

Jet watched, transfixed as his partner took Jet entirely int him, that sight alone had him moaning, but the volume increased with the feeling of heat and pressure Albert's body gave him. It wasn't often their positions were switched like this, the German rarely relinquished control like this without reason. Jet had an idea of the reason, but he didn't say anything, he just smiled softly up at the other man as one hand traced further up--now that it could reach--to Albert's thigh where it stroked and kneaded the skin there.

The other pushed himself up a bit so he could reach his partner's lips.]

[With Jet sitting up, Albert can shift enough to curl his legs around the man's waist, jolting and panting as the movement causes tremors with how deeply Jet is inside him. He kisses deeply, his breath already coming in short but a quiet gasps that build into soft moans as he starts to rock in Jet's lap. It's only a little at first, afraid he'll finish all too quickly if he makes any sudden moves.

It's not common that he'll be the one on the bottom, so to speak, and Jet's guess of it being about control of himself is accurate, but the second reason is he's still a little frightened of just how amazing it feels to have Jet inside him, how wound up even the thought makes him, let alone acting on it.

By the way his eyes flutter back and each wave of trembling that overtakes him even wit the tiniest movement though, he's not sure if that's really much of a secret anymore.]

[Jet's breath escapes through his teeth as Albert begins to move. Usually he was an advocate for something a little faster, but with how much build up and teasing there had been, slower was probably better if they wanted this to last at all.

He tensed as he brought the arm behind him forward to slide from Albert's chest to his abdomen and settled on his hip while his other hand moved further up his partner's thigh to cup his rear. He used his new hold to help Albert move, making those movements a little bigger than before, but still slow. Quiet moans were buried in the skin of the German's shoulder where Jet's teeth and lips soon went to work, lavishing attention on shoulders, collarbone and neck, the soft bites and licks only punctuated by the gasps and sighs blown across the reddening skin.]

[With Jet's hands on him, Albert relinquishes a little more control, allowing Jet to guide him, to rock him onto Jet firmly but slowly so that shudders crawl up his spine and each breath is a moan pulled from his throat into his partner's ears.

Albert wraps one arm around Jet's shoulders, starting to lift and sit in a slow rhythm, driving Jet deeper with each thrust and jarring Albert into unconscious squirms of pleasure. So turned on, he takes his free left hand and slides it between them, wrapping around himself with a tight breath and starting to stroke.]

[It's so hard to keep from reaching to replace Albert's hand with his own, but he's using them both and the thought of stopping his partner's movements on him is not a welcome one.

Instead, he let himself watch unabashedly for a moment before letting his eyes drift to find the silver ones in front of him. As soon as he catches Albert's gaze, he changes their pace. The movements are a little faster, though slower than their usual, but they're also a little harder and a little deeper and he shifts his hips just enough to get a different angle as well.

Each firm thrust into Albert's body pulls a sharp breath from Jet who has to fight his eyes from drifting shut at the pleasure coursing through him. He wants to watch every little detail, every little shiver and twisted expression that the German has, Jet didn't want to miss any of it.]

[His gaze locks with Jet's for a long moment, Albert's face flushed and his own eyes glazed with lust and pleasure. He leans in just a little, about to steal another kiss when Jet picks up their pace and he moans from deep in his throat instead, eyes closing and gasping in a hard breath immediately after as Jet goes even deeper than before, filling him up and making him tremble and quake.

His hand upon himself keeps moving, but the other shoots to the back of Jet's neck and he darts in to inhale Jet's breath, to kiss him thoroughly and without reservation. He pulls out of the crushing kiss only to breathe in ragged gasps, half gone with the waves of pleasure that rock through him at every little movement.]

Deeper, harder. You're not going to hurt me, I promise.

[He nibbles at Jet's lower lip as if that somehow illustrates the point.]

[The kiss takes Jet's breath away and while it means he can try and catch his breath, he's sad for it to end. But Albert's voice, his words, sent a shiver through him. He caught those lips again, indulging in another heated kiss that threatened to turn more into teeth than lips. His breathing was heavy when he pulled away and he buried his pants in Albert's shoulder as he slowed their movements. His hands moved to either side if his partner's hips, fingers digging in a little to give him a better grip. As soon as he he did, he picked up their pace again, even more than it was before, giving the older man exactly what he'd asked for. Jet's thrusts were harder as he pulled Albert down onto him only a little rougher than he might otherwise, and deeper as his hips moved to meet each downward movement.

Jet pressed gentle kisses on his jaw, deep blue eyes still searching his partner's face, this time in case of any trace of discomfort or pain.]

Tell me if it's too much...tell me what you need...

....anything you want.

[It's hard and deep and waves of pleasure roll through Albert like a storm, leaving him to breathe between thrusts in gasps that rasp in his throat. He leaves off himself, both arms curling around Jet's shoulders, Albert holding him for dear life as he's moved up and down in Jet's lap, ankles crossed behind his partner and toes curling.

He can't think clearly enough to form words, only feeling the shape of Jet inside him, the warmth of the blond's body against his, the bite of those fingers in his hips. He wants more but has no idea what more could be given. He has all of Jet, there's no more he can ask for. A violent shudder rocks through him at one particularly rough and pointed thrust, Albert's head tossing back and an elicitly pleasured cry ripping from him.]

J-Je...Jet...!

[His name from those lips pulled a low moan from him and he took advantage if that exposed neck to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin. He was close, breathing harder with each upward thrust, but he wanted Albert to finish first. Usually he was so far gone his eyes were already closed against the pleasure that would overtake him that he rarely got to see his partner's face as he came undone; he'd hold back until he got to see it now.

His grip tightened a little more on soft hips, a harsh breathy whisper escaping him as he pulled back to see the German's face again.]

Albert...let go. Come for me.

[A small shift and he changed his angle again, aiming to hit that spot that just made it too much for his partner to hold on anymore.]

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[He does. Despite always preferring to see Jet's face or to come together, his well of control has run dry and he breathes a strangled gasp as he unravels in hia partner's arms.
First there's his grip, like steel, fingers grabbing for purchase on Jet's back and not quite able to keep his strength at bay. There will be bruises to the synthetic skin under them.

Second is his tension; Albert's entire body coils like a spring for a moment and then comes unraveled as Jet hits that perfect spot, a ragged and helpless cry uttered into the American's shoulder as sensation quakes through him, his muscles clamping down around Jet inside him.

Last are the noises. Half strangled and dizzy into Jets neck and shoulder as Albert curls in, kisses peppered between plaintive breaths everywhere he can reach as the glow of completion lowers him carefully from that height of pleasure.

In the aftermath, he tries just to breathe, leaning heavily and spent against Jet with furrowed brows and now-gentle fingers trying to soothe the skin he unintentionally abused in the throes.]

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