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The light filtering through the window is too bright for Barnaby's blue eyes, sticky and sensitive as they open reluctantly and he drags himself to sitting in bed. He's still dressed in what he stumbled to bed with, a plain white t-shirt a little too big because they'd only bought one package to suit both himself and Kotetsu; boxers that are the same. He groans, groping across the bed in search of his glasses, unintentionally rousing the other man beside him.

They'd shared the bed, he remembers, because neither of them had been willing to take the couch, in the state they were in. Which, Barnaby recalls, had been fairly drunk.

Pulling himself to standing, he crosses to the bedroom window and turns the handle to open the blinds further, yellow-gold light filtering in. It's red enough light that Barnaby knows it's ... almost evening, actually. It would irritate him to discover, normally, but they hadn't gotten in until very early, having stopped for clothing and groceries and whatever else that could be fitted into a bag, in their state, and dragged to Barnaby's apartment.

Barnaby doesn't remember much from the night. Only a few things stand out. Mostly, he distinctly remembers Kotetsu plopping an unfamiliar, brightly colored bill onto a counter and asking the clerk to 'bring booze.'

He presses a palm to his forehead. It feels too warm

"Rise and shine," he calls out to his partner.

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"N-no," Barnaby murmurs, distracted by Kotetsu's body pressing his into the bed, the lingering sensation where the pattern of kisses on his face cools in the air. "I've never had sex before. With anyone."

The answer is straightforward, honest; Barnaby doesn't feel any shame about this fact, no more than he does over any of the others. No regret and no pressure. He wants Kotetsu now, as much of him as possible, because he knows it's what he wants. Something that he's wanted for some time. But Barnaby had been operating under false premises. Barnaby had thought that Kotetsu was unlikely to reciprocate.

This very clearly isn't the case. The cock Barnaby still has in his hand is hard and thick now, proof that Kotetsu can feel the same. Does feel the same.

"I ... with my fingers. A few times. Nothing else. Should I have been?" he asks, managing to make his voice fully filled with confounded surprise, even with swollen lips and rushed breath.

"I didn't know."

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Kotetsu brushes aside Barnaby's uncertainty with a palm smoothed over the line of Barnaby's jaw, warm and tender, and leading into another kiss. This time, it's a slow one, not letting Barnaby take the reins and rush. Kotetsu traces along the curve of Barnaby's lower lip with his teeth, groaning as he pushes himself further in the circle of Barnaby's palm, pulling a clumsy breath after.

"In this area, you should only be doing what you want to do. If you weren't going to have fun on your own, then you shouldn't have been forcing yourself to try. It's okay," Kotetsu reassures, slightly breathless as he lowers his forehead to rest against Barnaby's. "But we need to prepare you for... that. Your body needs to be relaxed and ready to receive me. I want you to enjoy this." Kotetsu purses his lips, tilting his head just enough to deliver another peck. "I don't want to hurt you in the process."

With a faint touch, Kotetsu trails his fingertips down along the side of Barnaby's neck, down over the smooth planes of his stomach, before teasing lightly against the coarse hair below Barnaby's navel. "Properly preparing could take hours."

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"This is what I want to do," Barnaby says, realizing a second too late that his understanding of what he says is, really, as simplistic as the sound of the voice in which he says it. Maybe this is something that ought to be a little less simple. Maybe Kotetsu has a point. He probably knows what he's talking about -- more than Barnaby.

He leans in for another kiss, softer and more searching than the last, like a question, before giving Kotetsu a long look from a pair of thoughtful eyes.

He leans away, stretching across the bed with a long torso and long arms to barely reach the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a small white bottle of hand lotion. He's glad, for once, that he chose to get a perfunctory, unscented bottle.

"Receive you," Barnaby teases, without heat or nastiness. "Are you sure we have hours? Won't you be worn out before then? I guess I can wait. Patience is a virtue."

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The kiss is soft, surprisingly romantic coming from Barnaby, and Kotetsu allows himself a slight inhale between the slide of their lips. His heart feels tight in his chest, and he can feel a tremor passing through his lips as he trails off and to the side, listening to Barnaby's tease and letting his voice be felt against the shell of Kotetsu's ear. His fingers close around the offered bottle as his mouth trails further down Barnaby's body, long and lean, skin firm to the touch.

"You underestimate how motivated I can be when faced with a beautiful body," he murmurs, skimming over Barnaby's skin, long fingers spreading in contrast with the pale complexion. "Seeing you like this makes me jealous, you know. Jealous and greedy." His hand reaches out, gripping one of the extra pillows and dragging it down, batting the side of his hand against Barnaby's hip.

"Lift your hips. This will help us... get into position," he says, chuckling as he presses his nose against coarse hair, breathing in deeply. The scent of Barnaby is stronger here, sending heat pooling between Kotetsu's legs and a pleasure twisting in his abdomen as he skims curious lips up the side of Barnaby's shaft. "It's not a race, though. The more you relax, the easier it'll be. To receive me."

With a soft huff of laughter, Kotetsu brushes the pad of his thumb over the head of Barnaby's cock, smoothing slick over flushed skin before replacing the touch with his lips. Humming quietly at the taste, Kotetsu starts to sink down over Barnaby's length, tongue sweeping along the underside.