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Figure Skating Post!

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Fill - we're both of us above (3/?)

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They kiss. Their hands wander tentatively across each other's bodies, unsure what to do when they're not grasping desperate and tight. It takes effort, at first, to fight the impulse for more, now, but it's worth it if only for Stephane's low grateful noises vibrating into his mouth. Johnny's brain is locked in a different kind of sex-haze than the one he's used to, thick and full-bodied and so, so good. He's so hard it almost hurts but it doesn't matter, because he's drunk on arousal, awestruck that he can be feeling so much from so little: the heat of Stephane barely against him, Stephane's hand resting lightly on his waist, Stephane's mouth kissing him like that's what it was made to do.

Stephane slips his hand under Johnny's shirt, up and down his side, and just at that Johnny's brain short-circuits. A barely-voiced ohh escapes his throat, a sound he's not sure he's ever made before without someone touching his cock. He kisses Stephane just above the collarbone and reaches under his sweater, up his ribs and across his chest, and it's extraordinary, this choked sigh Stephane makes, drawn out like it comes from his whole body. Johnny can't believe he's lived until now without that sound in his life.

"You have the best ideas," he says into the crook of Stephane's neck.

"What?" Stephane breathes, his gaze unfocused, distracted.

Johnny shakes his head, unable to pull his thoughts together. "I love you."

"Yes," Stephane agrees, "I - " and he kisses Johnny like he needs Johnny more than he needs to breathe, hands exploring Johnny's body in this new way they've found, and Johnny thinks he might pass out, this feeling is so heady and welcome.

When Johnny gives in to his impatience and tugs at Stephane's shirt until Stephane takes it off, this body he's seen so many times is a revelation all over again, stunning him breathless the way it did when they were young and had never seen anyone like this, much less each other, but more so now that his body knows what that body can do. "Holy fuck, Stephane, you're so - " He swallows. "So fucking hot, I can't even - you're so fucking gorgeous, I love you so much, I, I..." He's babbling, half-formed thoughts spilling out, Stephane's spellbound face so beautiful his chest almost aches to look at it.

"You now," Stephane says, smoky-voiced. "Please."

Johnny doesn't need any more encouragement than that, sits up to fling his shirt off, then straddles Stephane, relishing the way Stephane's head falls back when Johnny leans his hips into Stephane's. He presses down against Stephane, and the feel of Stephane's skin against his, like they do all the time but somehow more intense now, is so electrifying that he loses all his resolve. He figures they'll have more chances to practice this going-slow thing, and in the future maybe he'll hold out longer, but Stephane is moaning half-slurred curses in French as Johnny kisses his way down his chest, the sounds reaching straight to Johnny's groin, and he can't, he can't anymore. He unbuttons Stephane's jeans, pulls them off, takes a moment to enjoy Stephane's dazed face, lips red and parted, and then he hunches over to take him in his mouth.