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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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Kotetsu finds himself slowing to a stop as he watches Barnaby unravel, slowly, as though he feels a need to fight against the tide and prolong the moment. To prove himself more than a youth easily swayed. The words on Barnaby's lips are sobering. Jarring, almost. Because Kotetsu knows first-hand what it's like to have someone slip between his fingers, and to feel a part of him missing with the loss.

"Never," he breathes, closing his eyes for a second.

Would he only be condemning Barnaby to feel the same? He's never been one to think too hard about the future, but there's no ducking around the age gap that the two of them share. The one that has Barnaby racing to catch up, even though all Kotetsu wants to do is hear that whine on the edge of his breath again as he brushes his own fingers by the corner of Barnaby's mouth, slipping one fingertip in.

He shudders at the tight heat, his cock giving a weak pulse against Barnaby's palm. Dropping to an elbow, Kotetsu brings his hand back down to Barnaby's dick, brushing damp fingertips gently over the head.

"Bunny," he says, tension broken by the question. A second later, Kotetsu starts to laugh, slightly broken and strained as he rolls down to his side. With one arm wrapped tightly around Barnaby's waist, he pulls their bodies closer together, until Barnaby's arm is pinned between the both of them. "You would have been the one to buy the lotion, you know. But what... tell me, what is it that you want to do?" He leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to Barnaby's lips. "What would make you happy?"

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He slides lower beneath Kotetsu, hair tangling behind his head on the sheets, hips straining into the hand around him eagerly. His arm, trapped between them, searches for Kotetsu's own hardness, fuller now, fingers tracing along tight, flat muscle until he finds crisp hair and the concentrated heat of what he's sought out. The angle, the tightness, makes it difficult to stroke, but he presses Kotetsu against his own belly firmly with the palm of his hand with firm pressure.

"Your dick," he says, voice rougher, breathy. "In me. Don't you dare say--" he gives a soft pant "--no. I want that. If we're this far, I want that. If you're okay with this, I want that."

He softens the words of demand with a kiss, sloppy and misaimed, against the side of Kotetsu's mouth, teeth pulling at his lower lip before gravity drags Barnaby back down to the sheets.

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Kotetsu blinks, able to react only with a muffled noise of surprise when Barnaby presses a kiss to his lips, as rushed as the request itself. The demand is... well. Between the deep green of Barnaby's eyes and the tight grip of his fingers, the pull is undeniable, Kotetsu moaning softly as he follows the tug of Barnaby's teeth.

"That's not cute at all," Kotetsu teases, breath harsh and uneven as he lays his weight down on top of Barnaby, bracketing his body and dragging himself flush until their eyes are level. He runs a hand across Barnaby's hairline, damp from the exertion, looking younger as his curls and fringe are pushed back by Kotetsu's palm.

He litters kisses on every detail. The point of Barnaby's nose. The crease of his brow. The bow of his lips, and the cut of his cheekbone.

"Have you ever... had someone in you before? Or practiced on your own?" Kotetsu asks, brushing the pad of his thumb over where his lips had been only a moment ago. Knowing what experience Barnaby has had is important. Critical. Giving themselves to each other completely in the span of a night is a nice concept, but Kotetsu doesn't want to risk hurting Barnaby.

The first time doesn't have to be perfect, but it needs to be considerate.

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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.