[they might as well root him to the spot, for Edmond's eyes close in favor of him kissing back until he's breathless. he can feel the intensity, returns it all - Hans matters to him in a way that a person should matter if one is even thinking the word love, and he tries to pour it into the kiss. that he wants him even if he's never admitted to it before today, that he cherishes him deeply, that he isn't going anywhere. he's Hans's to keep, to touch, to hold.
when they have to breathe, that's when Edmond tries to guide them back to the bed. it'll be easier if that's involved.]
[Onto the bed they go. Hans takes this moment to catch his breath, his face already burning as he straddles Edmond. He stays that way, not quite sitting in his lap, his breathing still shaky from the kiss.
...
A little awkwardly:]
Should I take it off now?
[Kissing is easier. They've practiced kissing plenty of times. But this is a realm where he's relying on Edmond's expertise because he knows, right? Sailors like to have fun during their voyages, right? And he was courting a girl not too long ago...]
[it's not the most helpful, but he's still managing to seem like he knows what he's doing. still, to cover it up, he's got Hans in his lap, and that means that he can touch him - slowly, learning him in his fingertips that go from collarbones and chest down to his sides. it means he can lean in and kiss him on the neck simply because it's exposed, trying to think less and do more.]
[Seems straightforward enough. He probably has to move a bit to get his underwear down... but his train of thought is interrupted by Edmond's touch. Warmth blooms where his companion touches him and, when his neck is kissed, Edmond's hair tickles the side of Hans's face. He can't help breathing out a laugh as he runs his fingers through his scalp, his gaze fond.]
You touch me like I'm fine art. Well? What's your expert opinion, Monsieur Curator? Do I belong in the Louvre?
[he says it with admiration, kissing again before he goes on.]
You're too priceless to go in a museum. Honest men would be tempted towards thievery if they saw you. I would rather keep you all to myself, just as I have you now.
[Not the Collins'. Not the world's. In Edmond's arms is a sanctuary with the promise of safety. The hands on his waist steady him just as much as they thrill him, and he's certain that, if Edmond picked the right spot, he could feel Hans's pulse in his throat.
His fingers curl and they tug. A little force to encourage him.]
[he smiles against Hans's skin, riding this wave of bravado a little further. when he hears that, he begins to think he can work this out on his own, because if it's this easy to touch him, kiss him, speak to him - then surely it can't be that difficult. even if his heart is still humming in his chest.
pulling back, he'll give Hans the space he needs.]
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when they have to breathe, that's when Edmond tries to guide them back to the bed. it'll be easier if that's involved.]
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...
A little awkwardly:]
Should I take it off now?
[Kissing is easier. They've practiced kissing plenty of times. But this is a realm where he's relying on Edmond's expertise because he knows, right? Sailors like to have fun during their voyages, right? And he was courting a girl not too long ago...]
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[it's not the most helpful, but he's still managing to seem like he knows what he's doing. still, to cover it up, he's got Hans in his lap, and that means that he can touch him - slowly, learning him in his fingertips that go from collarbones and chest down to his sides. it means he can lean in and kiss him on the neck simply because it's exposed, trying to think less and do more.]
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You touch me like I'm fine art. Well? What's your expert opinion, Monsieur Curator? Do I belong in the Louvre?
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[he says it with admiration, kissing again before he goes on.]
You're too priceless to go in a museum. Honest men would be tempted towards thievery if they saw you. I would rather keep you all to myself, just as I have you now.
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[Not the Collins'. Not the world's. In Edmond's arms is a sanctuary with the promise of safety. The hands on his waist steady him just as much as they thrill him, and he's certain that, if Edmond picked the right spot, he could feel Hans's pulse in his throat.
His fingers curl and they tug. A little force to encourage him.]
Won't you make me sing for you?
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pulling back, he'll give Hans the space he needs.]
Do you even need to ask that question?