Bells, right, yeah. Okay. [stiles bobs his head in agreement a few times and steps in to follow beleth into the room. he bounces a little on the balls of his feet, hands shoved in his pockets]
Uhh... that depends on your definition of 'like this', I guess.
[ At least he's not getting any lip about his name. Some people are like that, and he doesn't have the patience for it. Bells, rather than stand around, moves straight to the bed and sits. He leans back a little and looks at him, starting from the feet and going straight up to his face. ]
Meeting people you don't know. Asking them to-- You know. [ He lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug. ] Come here. I don't bite. [ A pause, and he's totally serious. ] Unless you're into that too.
[whatever man, stiles had to deal with a guy named deucalion, at least bells is easy to pronounce.]
Uh no, not really. I guess I'm new to that, yeah.
[stiles starts towards bells at the invitation, though his steps falter and his blush deepens exponentially, mouth falling open in a thoughtlessly inviting way.]
I. Wouldn't necessarily be adverse to that? [edging forward a few more tentative steps until he's within arm's reach.]
[ He sits for a second or too longer, watching and kind of waiting to see what's going to happen. If anything's actually going to happen. It's not like he hasn't been in this sort of situation before, absently wondering how he always seems to attract the type who really have no idea how to ask for whatever it is they might want.
Bells gives a sigh, reaching out to grasp his hand as he slides back to his feet. Now he's in Stiles' personal space, pressed right up against him. ]
We'll work up to it. How's that? [ It's mumbled, using his thumb to tip his chin back. ] You okay with this? [ The part where he's going to kiss him now. ]
Y-yeah. [stiles says breathily, eyes going hooded and mouth slack. he starts to nod again before the hand on his face stops him. he licks his lips instead, says softly, matching bells' own low tone;]
[ There's only the slightest huff of acknowledgement at that, not bothering to waste too much on answering since they're mostly there anyhow. Bells nudges his nose against Stiles' once, sort of testing the waters, and he hopes he has, at the very least, kissed someone else before.
The first touch of their mouths is almost soft, hardly unhurried, and then, Bells is sliding his hand up the other's arm, sweeping it over his shoulder and cupping the back of his head to pull him forward. It's firm, lips slightly parted but no tongue, and he leans close as he kisses him. ]
[a year ago, inexperience in kissing would have been a thing too. but after a few surprise half starts, caitlyn had done a pretty good job of coaching him through the basics, even as drunk as she had been. so at the very least, stiles knows what to do with the mouth pressed firmly against his own.
it takes him a moment. to get used to the different feel of a man being pressed up against him, of the shape of his mouth and the shiver inducing pressure of bells' palm to the back of his head. but he finds that he likes this difference enough to press up into the kiss himself. to drape his hands over bells' shoulders and trace the seam of his lips lightly with his tongue.
[ Kissing is the easy part, and kissing is the nice part of all this too. He can do plenty of things while he's kissing, edging his fingers up into his hair to either press him closer or grip tight, and he can shift in, lining their thighs and the shape of their hips together. With the slide of Stiles' tongue, Bells actually smiles against his mouth and nips at it.
He can't remember how long it's been since he's had this sort of contact, familiar and lacking any particular thought aside from here to there and everything in between. And it's... good. Better than good, especially with more involvement and the weight of Stiles' hands on his shoulders. He kisses him a little deeper, a little more involved with his own tongue now as his free hand slips around his waist and toys with the hem of his shirt. ]
You wanna take that seat now? [ It's breathed against the side of his mouth. ]
[stiles' breath stutters at the first long press of hips to his own, whimpering into bells' mouth and grinding into the touch instinctively. his hold on bells' shoulders turns clutching and frantic, fingers scrambling across his back as his knees go a little weak at the hot press of bells' tongue into his mouth.
woah, okay, yeah. he's totally into guys too. it's official.
stiles nods vaguely to the question even has he presses soft, searching little kisses to the corner of bells' mouth, laps at his upper lip, slips a hand down the back of bells' shirt and spreads his fingers wide across all that warm, soft skin.]
Yeah... yeah let's do that. [he bites his bottom lip and stares hotly up bells through his lashes.]
[ He'd laugh if he could, but he's too distracted by all the little things to really think about following through. The touching's just as solid as the kissing, and fuck, why'd he even bother throwing a shirt on today? Most of the time, he doesn't, and it's going to make things difficult if it goes where he's pretty sure it's going.
A hum, and Bells looks at him for as long as he can manage when he tips forward to lick at the spot Stiles happens to be biting. ]
Come on.
[ But it's mostly just to say something, that arm around his waist tightening before he takes a step back and drags him right to the edge of the bed. He sits rather unceremoniously, getting a grip on the waistline of Stiles' pants and pulling him down with him. It's not exactly sitting, but it does the job, Bells' mouth pushed right along the line of Stiles' jaw and working toward his ear. ]
[stiles closes his eyes and lets out a pleased hum at the slide of bells' tongue against his lower lip. he's pretty sure this is the best bad decision tr hat he's ever made in a history of bed decisions. and as bad as he feels for lying to scott about it he doesn't regret it. not really.
he moves easily at bells' prompting, keeping one hand spread wide over the man's back and the other rising up to slide into his hair, cupping the back of his head to keep him close. stiles shudders at the flitting press of lips to his jaw, fingers flexing and tightening their grip slightly on bells' hair.
he presses his nose up against the side of his neck and gives a tentative lick, before scraping his teeth lightly over the same spot.]
[ The constant contact is certainly a plus, falling right back into this as easily as if he'd never really left it in the first place. Bells shifts again, pressing right up against Stiles' side and keeping a firm grip on his pants just in case he needs to tug him or pull him somewhere else. There's a sigh, and he kisses his way straight to his ear, biting at the lobe. ]
That's good. [ Eyes closed, and he tilts his head a little to give him some room. ] Do it again. [ Because Bells is all about making himself feel good. But he's also about making sure his partner is too, and he sucks in a breath, laughing just a little. ]
What kinda stuff do you like? [ Nuzzling down the slope of Stiles' throat, he grins into his skin. ] Besides handcuffs, I mean.
[the slight sting as bells nips at his ear sends a jolt of heat through stiles' body, and his mouth falls open hot and wet against bells' neck. he eagerly repeats the motions at bells' request, sucks on a patch of skin just under his jaw.
he doesn't understand why he isn't doing this sort of thing all the time, it's so good. scott was totally wrong this was the best idea ever.]
Anything, man, I'm easy. [stiles sighs happily, and oh boy is he ever.]
[ A soft grunt at that, and Bells reaches to grab at Stiles' hand, dragging his arms over his head as he moves and presses him down against the mattress. Straddling his hips, he noses his way along his cheek and kisses him again--teasing and slow, hard and a little deeper than any time before. A soft suck at his tongue, and he pins his wrists to the bed. ]
Well. [ And there's a throaty laugh. ] Couldn't get handcuffs on, uh, such short notice. But we can do something else.
[ Since he can get pretty creative, and he leans back to look at him for a second, eyes following the shape of his shoulders and the contours of his chest. Bells settles on the edge of his shirt and lets go of his hand to tug it up, slipping his palms under his back in a sort of caress as he draws the material up and over his head. Along his arms, and he purposefully tangles it around both of his hands, shifting forward to grip them and keep them still. Bells hovers, nose-to-nose with him. ]
[stiles moves easily with bells' prompting, arching his back into the pull on his arms and the pressure on his hips with a pleased little hum. eyes going hooded, mouth slack and wet and wanting after bells pulls away.
he shivers all over as bells starts to pull his shirt up over his head, pale dotted skin going hot and pink all the way down his throat and spilling onto his chest.]
Oh my gooooood. [stiles chokes out, squirming under bells' body at the first twist tight pressure of his shirt being knotted around his wrists and woah, okay yeah. he is totally into this getting tied up thing. that is definitely a something he is into.]
I... m-mouth? [bells' mouth has proved nice enough so far, stiles is willing to admit he wants to see what else it can do.]
[ That he's so responsive is kind of a great thing, more turn on than not, but there seems to be a lot more to this than just some experimental kink with getting tied up. Bells pushes it down, sliding his mouth over his chin and nipping at the underside as he works his way down his throat. He can feel the heat of his skin, using that same hand to push down and hold him still; if he'd really wanted to, he could have made it so he couldn't move at all. That defeats the purpose though, liking the way Stiles feels when he wriggles a little. ]
Yeah. [ A breath, kissing down between his chest. ] Okay, okay--
[ He licks a path as far as he can without letting go of his hands, and then, he spends a considerable amount of time mapping everything with the tip of his tongue. A bit of teeth, scraping at the edge of a nipple, and Bells sucks in a breath. ] Keep those hands right where they are.
[ A grin, and he lets go, immediately going straight for Stiles' jeans to tug at the button and unzip them as he kisses below his navel. ]
[stiles doesn't even think about moving his hands from their position above his head, even without bells ordering him to do so. he shakes and writhes on the bed under bells' body, but his hands never leave their spot.
he moans and whimpers at bells' studious application of tongue and teeth, voice going high and unintelligible at the first spark of pain/pleasure across his nipple. not a place he'd ever considered as part of his own masturbatory experience, but wow was it ever going to join the ranks now.
his cheeks are bright red more from exertion than embarrassment at this point, lips bitten raw by his own teeth, and there's tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes as he nods his head and whines long and low at bells' slow and torturous descent.]
[ So maybe he should speed things up, get to it all a little faster. Maybe he should change his mind and slip his hand into his jeans, curl his hand around him and jerk him off nice and quick. It's a good thought, Bells' tongue slipping along flushed skin, but it's not what he wants. He's good at this, has missed this, and it's a perfectly acceptable distraction from all the bad things that have happened.
A low sound of his own, and he looks up the length of the body beneath him to catch Stiles' eyes. He grins, loose and much too pleased. ]
Just relax. [ Which might be easier said than done, but whatever. Bells takes the next part even slower, dragging clothes out of the way to get his hand around his cock and circle the tip with his thumb. His gaze never leaves him as he gives an experimental turn of his wrist, stroking all the way down. ]
[stiles' whole body jerks hard at the first touch of bell's hand to his cock. his hips fall open even further and his toes curl, biting his lip so hard that the skin around it goes white. that only keeps him quiet for so long though.]
[his fingers clench and lock in the shirt wrapped around his hands, spasming and holding tight in a desperate attempt not to get swept away by the sensations.]
[ He actually hadn't planned on it, but there's no point saying it now, curving his fingers around him and giving the slightest squeeze as he strokes up. Bells hasn't even started, not really, and he grabs at a hip to keep Stiles flat against the mattress, licking at his bottom lip a second before shifting enough to press the slightest of kisses against hot flesh.
Loud. This guy is so damn loud, and fuck if he couldn't get really into that.
He doesn't say anything though, instead focusing on adding more of his mouth to what he can of his dick--the head of it, tongue tracing the shape and along its length to meet his hand. Then, it's repeat over and over until he gets bored and presses to actually get him in his mouth. Something tells him it's not going to take much. But he'll still make it the best that he can, and he feels his lips curl a little, a lame attempt at a smile as he swallows him down. ]
[every nerve in stiles' synapses are firing wildly at the first touch of bells' mouth to his cock. he's crying freely now, red bitten mouth and frantic clawing fingers over his head.
he tries to buck his hips up further into the wet tight heat but bell's hold is firm and he gasps and whines, hips ticking minutely instead. he chokes;] I'm--I. C-can I come?
[ There's a slick sound when Bells draws back, hardly thinking to stop even to give him an answer. His fingers continue to stroke him though, thumb sliding around the tip every so often. He's hardly that cruel, to keep him from doing whatever he wants, but the whole asking for permission thing has him wanting to laugh. ]
Yeah. [ There's not a hint of amusement in his voice. ] Yeah, you can come. [ Which only prompts Bells to replace his hand with his mouth and pick up the rhythm again. ]
[every bit of stiles' experience with guys basically comes down to this one moment with beleth. and yeah, he's masturbated plenty of times, to guys even, in more recent days out of curiosity. but no amount of self love can prepare you for someone's mouth around you, the only thing that porn can teach you is that it's kind of rude to come in someone's mouth without warning them first.
so maybe he'd come out sounding a bit silly and childish, but his world is basically breaking apart and forming back around him and he kind of wants to ensure that he can do this thing again maybe b some time, so he asked.
bells' permission is like a wave rushing over his whole body, a live wire running through his bones before he seizes up and comes with a shocked, quiet cry, hips twitching weakly through the aftershocks and face wet and blotchy.
his hands never move from their place above his head.] Oh my god.
[ He'd have picked up on it without a word, but it doesn't really matter when he strains against his hands and comes. Bells has two options, and really, getting messy everywhere isn't exactly something he wants, so he relaxes his throat and swallows. He works him through the aftermath of it, lips and hands, and then, he's drawing back and wiping his mouth against the line of his own arm. There's a grin, crawling back up to look at him. ]
That was all you. [ Teasing, and he tilts his head, glancing at his hands. ] You good? Or do you need me to loosen that up?
[ He wants to kiss him again, maybe press right up against him, but that can wait. He's got plenty of patience when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
[stiles stares gap mouthed and shaking up at bells before slowly, achingly bringing his arms down in front of his chest. he feels strung out and loose limbed, and it's a struggle for him to squirm upright far enough to drape his arms over beleth's head so that his knotted together hands are caught up tight behind his neck.
he uses that position to tug bells down toward him and pressing his soft wet needy mouth against bells', swiping his tongue long and languid across the man's lips before sweetly pressing inside.
the taste of himself from the heat of bells' mouth is an exciting new experience and he moans long and low into beleth's mouth and presses even deeper.]
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Uhh... that depends on your definition of 'like this', I guess.
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Meeting people you don't know. Asking them to-- You know. [ He lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug. ] Come here. I don't bite. [ A pause, and he's totally serious. ] Unless you're into that too.
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Uh no, not really. I guess I'm new to that, yeah.
[stiles starts towards bells at the invitation, though his steps falter and his blush deepens exponentially, mouth falling open in a thoughtlessly inviting way.]
I. Wouldn't necessarily be adverse to that? [edging forward a few more tentative steps until he's within arm's reach.]
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Bells gives a sigh, reaching out to grasp his hand as he slides back to his feet. Now he's in Stiles' personal space, pressed right up against him. ]
We'll work up to it. How's that? [ It's mumbled, using his thumb to tip his chin back. ] You okay with this? [ The part where he's going to kiss him now. ]
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Yeah, I'm okay with this.
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The first touch of their mouths is almost soft, hardly unhurried, and then, Bells is sliding his hand up the other's arm, sweeping it over his shoulder and cupping the back of his head to pull him forward. It's firm, lips slightly parted but no tongue, and he leans close as he kisses him. ]
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it takes him a moment. to get used to the different feel of a man being pressed up against him, of the shape of his mouth and the shiver inducing pressure of bells' palm to the back of his head. but he finds that he likes this difference enough to press up into the kiss himself. to drape his hands over bells' shoulders and trace the seam of his lips lightly with his tongue.
this. he definitely likes this.]
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He can't remember how long it's been since he's had this sort of contact, familiar and lacking any particular thought aside from here to there and everything in between. And it's... good. Better than good, especially with more involvement and the weight of Stiles' hands on his shoulders. He kisses him a little deeper, a little more involved with his own tongue now as his free hand slips around his waist and toys with the hem of his shirt. ]
You wanna take that seat now? [ It's breathed against the side of his mouth. ]
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woah, okay, yeah. he's totally into guys too. it's official.
stiles nods vaguely to the question even has he presses soft, searching little kisses to the corner of bells' mouth, laps at his upper lip, slips a hand down the back of bells' shirt and spreads his fingers wide across all that warm, soft skin.]
Yeah... yeah let's do that. [he bites his bottom lip and stares hotly up bells through his lashes.]
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A hum, and Bells looks at him for as long as he can manage when he tips forward to lick at the spot Stiles happens to be biting. ]
Come on.
[ But it's mostly just to say something, that arm around his waist tightening before he takes a step back and drags him right to the edge of the bed. He sits rather unceremoniously, getting a grip on the waistline of Stiles' pants and pulling him down with him. It's not exactly sitting, but it does the job, Bells' mouth pushed right along the line of Stiles' jaw and working toward his ear. ]
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he moves easily at bells' prompting, keeping one hand spread wide over the man's back and the other rising up to slide into his hair, cupping the back of his head to keep him close. stiles shudders at the flitting press of lips to his jaw, fingers flexing and tightening their grip slightly on bells' hair.
he presses his nose up against the side of his neck and gives a tentative lick, before scraping his teeth lightly over the same spot.]
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That's good. [ Eyes closed, and he tilts his head a little to give him some room. ] Do it again. [ Because Bells is all about making himself feel good. But he's also about making sure his partner is too, and he sucks in a breath, laughing just a little. ]
What kinda stuff do you like? [ Nuzzling down the slope of Stiles' throat, he grins into his skin. ] Besides handcuffs, I mean.
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he doesn't understand why he isn't doing this sort of thing all the time, it's so good. scott was totally wrong this was the best idea ever.]
Anything, man, I'm easy. [stiles sighs happily, and oh boy is he ever.]
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Well. [ And there's a throaty laugh. ] Couldn't get handcuffs on, uh, such short notice. But we can do something else.
[ Since he can get pretty creative, and he leans back to look at him for a second, eyes following the shape of his shoulders and the contours of his chest. Bells settles on the edge of his shirt and lets go of his hand to tug it up, slipping his palms under his back in a sort of caress as he draws the material up and over his head. Along his arms, and he purposefully tangles it around both of his hands, shifting forward to grip them and keep them still. Bells hovers, nose-to-nose with him. ]
Mouth or hand. You pick.
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he shivers all over as bells starts to pull his shirt up over his head, pale dotted skin going hot and pink all the way down his throat and spilling onto his chest.]
Oh my gooooood. [stiles chokes out, squirming under bells' body at the first twist tight pressure of his shirt being knotted around his wrists and woah, okay yeah. he is totally into this getting tied up thing. that is definitely a something he is into.]
I... m-mouth? [bells' mouth has proved nice enough so far, stiles is willing to admit he wants to see what else it can do.]
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Yeah. [ A breath, kissing down between his chest. ] Okay, okay--
[ He licks a path as far as he can without letting go of his hands, and then, he spends a considerable amount of time mapping everything with the tip of his tongue. A bit of teeth, scraping at the edge of a nipple, and Bells sucks in a breath. ] Keep those hands right where they are.
[ A grin, and he lets go, immediately going straight for Stiles' jeans to tug at the button and unzip them as he kisses below his navel. ]
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he moans and whimpers at bells' studious application of tongue and teeth, voice going high and unintelligible at the first spark of pain/pleasure across his nipple. not a place he'd ever considered as part of his own masturbatory experience, but wow was it ever going to join the ranks now.
his cheeks are bright red more from exertion than embarrassment at this point, lips bitten raw by his own teeth, and there's tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes as he nods his head and whines long and low at bells' slow and torturous descent.]
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A low sound of his own, and he looks up the length of the body beneath him to catch Stiles' eyes. He grins, loose and much too pleased. ]
Just relax. [ Which might be easier said than done, but whatever. Bells takes the next part even slower, dragging clothes out of the way to get his hand around his cock and circle the tip with his thumb. His gaze never leaves him as he gives an experimental turn of his wrist, stroking all the way down. ]
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Oh god, oh god, don't stop. Please don't sto-aaaahp!
[his fingers clench and lock in the shirt wrapped around his hands, spasming and holding tight in a desperate attempt not to get swept away by the sensations.]
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Loud. This guy is so damn loud, and fuck if he couldn't get really into that.
He doesn't say anything though, instead focusing on adding more of his mouth to what he can of his dick--the head of it, tongue tracing the shape and along its length to meet his hand. Then, it's repeat over and over until he gets bored and presses to actually get him in his mouth. Something tells him it's not going to take much. But he'll still make it the best that he can, and he feels his lips curl a little, a lame attempt at a smile as he swallows him down. ]
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he tries to buck his hips up further into the wet tight heat but bell's hold is firm and he gasps and whines, hips ticking minutely instead. he chokes;] I'm--I. C-can I come?
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Yeah. [ There's not a hint of amusement in his voice. ] Yeah, you can come. [ Which only prompts Bells to replace his hand with his mouth and pick up the rhythm again. ]
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so maybe he'd come out sounding a bit silly and childish, but his world is basically breaking apart and forming back around him and he kind of wants to ensure that he can do this thing again maybe b some time, so he asked.
bells' permission is like a wave rushing over his whole body, a live wire running through his bones before he seizes up and comes with a shocked, quiet cry, hips twitching weakly through the aftershocks and face wet and blotchy.
his hands never move from their place above his head.] Oh my god.
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That was all you. [ Teasing, and he tilts his head, glancing at his hands. ] You good? Or do you need me to loosen that up?
[ He wants to kiss him again, maybe press right up against him, but that can wait. He's got plenty of patience when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
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he uses that position to tug bells down toward him and pressing his soft wet needy mouth against bells', swiping his tongue long and languid across the man's lips before sweetly pressing inside.
the taste of himself from the heat of bells' mouth is an exciting new experience and he moans long and low into beleth's mouth and presses even deeper.]
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