Jag

[hollow_moon]

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Val raised a brow at that, but only nodded as he led them all the way in.

 

The first room alone was huge, bigger than any flat in London, but there was no bed in sight- That was in a whole other room itself. The bathroom was also private and quite large, as was the walk in closet.

"The bedroom is, um, through those doors," he said, watching Jag as though he still wasn't certain the other man wouldn't panic or grow annoyed.

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[hollow_moon]

"My stamina's good, but it's not that good," Val grinned, tightening his hold ever so slightly. "This place has a lot of rooms you know," he added with a teasing purr.

[jageskro]

"We'd have to stay here for days," Jag agreed, his breath slightly shorter now, and he smiled again to punctuate that clearly horrible idea, thumbnails grazing over Val's nipples. "I reckon - there's more food stocked than for just one breakfast? Wouldn't ever have to set foot outside." He chuckled, and moaned at a particularly lovely stroke. "Not unless we wanted to christen the grounds, too, fuck," and he was kissing Val again, forcing himself not to push him to pick up the pace, since he was hoping to last more than thirty seconds.

[hollow_moon]

"I don't see why we'd ever leave this bed if we were staying days," Val grinned. "I'd just hire someone to cook for us between shags."

[jageskro]

Jag bit down on his lip, breath catching in his throat for a bit at another perfect stroke of Val's hand. "But - I'm sure - I'm sure there's lots of expensive furniture you'd look - so good - bent over," he managed to get out between gasps and sighs, his hands stroking Val's shoulders and back, as if trying to find a grip and never quite managing, given the way Val was making him feel.

[hollow_moon]

Val was all calm and control now though, moving slowly and enjoying watching every moment of Jag's pleasure and struggle.

"I look just as lovely on my back," he grinned. "...Or on top."

[jageskro]

"Fuck yes," Jag agreed with a groan, agreed with that image, and the controlled slide of Val's fingers, the touch only slightly rough for lack of lubrication, the perfect counterpoint to make sure it wouldn't be enough, not at this pace. But really, completely agreed with that image, eyelashes fluttering before he managed to focus on Val's face again, gaze dropping to his lips, and he wet his own as he looked up into his eyes. "Where would you take me?"

[hollow_moon]

Val's hand stilled, his thumb flicking playfully over the tip of Jag's cock.

"Anywhere your heart desired. I mean that spiritually and physically. Anywhere in the world, any state of being- I want to take you there."

[jageskro]

Jag made a frustrated little noise when the motion of Val's hand stopped, and was about to ask for it back when Val spoke, and Jag didn't know what to do with the emotions that swelled up in him, didn't know how to hear those words without that tense and release in his lungs, didn't know how to respond to them. Didn't have a clue about that last one, actually. He'd expected more dirty talk, and he froze for a couple of seconds, and then he poured all that he didn't know into a long, deep kiss, because actions spoke louder than words, didn't they? He wasn't sure his actions could ever speak as loud as Val's words had just now, with him, but they would certainly speak louder than any inadequate word Jag might have awkwardly come up with.

[hollow_moon]

Val understood, and he returned the kiss with a bit more calm than Jag as he leaned back and pulled Jag with him to lay down.

[jageskro]

Val's calm seemed to seep into Jag little by little, and he eventually broke the kiss and brushed his nose against Val's. "I hope you realise you've put a stop to a very nice run of dirty talk," he pointed out with a small smile, because deflection was second nature. But then he forced himself to add, "Thank you." How much these two simple words meant showed in his eyes, and he immediately dropped his gaze, then kissed Val again, shifting so their cocks would rub together.

[hollow_moon]

"Sorry," Val murmured, rocking into the friction with a tiny moan. "I have a habit of getting sentimental at odd moments. ...I meant it though. Truly."

[jageskro]

"You're crazy," Jag told him, with a smile, crazy for feeling that way about him, but he wasn't going to talk him out of it. He was going to make the most of it until he inevitably fucked it up. And making the most of it started with another long, complicated kiss, and another shift of his hips. "What would you like?" he asked him, and sucked a kiss on the point of his chin, a graze of teeth, the flash of a wicked smile. "Tell me what you want right now, Val."

[hollow_moon]

"I'm greedy- Can't ask me that," Val gasped, ducking his head to try and chase Jag's lips as he rocked against him harder. "Because I want it all- Everything. Every part of you- Of us."

[jageskro]

"Well -" Jag interrupted himself almost immediately to give him another kiss, "I meant what I said." He moved, so he was no longer straddling Val but had a leg in between his, all the better for them to rub against each other. "We could stay here a few days. Forget the world for a bit. Just - us."

[hollow_moon]

"I can't say I'd object to that at all," Val murmured, ducking his head to bite down gently on Jag's shoulder.

"Would only take a few calls to make sure we kept the place to ourselves."

[jageskro]

Yeah, he should warn Emma and the boys, too, Jag thought, distantly, but that was about it. "Museum can open without you?" he asked, and nipped at Val's bottom lip, remaining propped on his elbows so he wouldn't put his full weigh on him, so he could more easily roll his hips and press his thigh up against him.

[hollow_moon]

"Often does," Val murmured, a subtle admission that he wasn't the most diligent worker. "I'm more worried my family might turn up here," he confessed, slipping his hand around to cup Jag's arse and squeeze gently.

"They know I'm as likely to bring home a bloke as I am a woman, but... Well, I've never actually done that. Brought a man home, I mean. Not to them."

[jageskro]

"Can we - d'you think we can talk about your family some time we're not rubbing each other off?" Jag asked, laughing by the time he was done asking the question, because it was a bit ridiculous, and he was still giddy with the renewal of this, and really didn't want to mar it with thoughts of Val's family, or - anything, right now. Not right now.

[hollow_moon]

"Right, sorry..." Val babbled softly.

He couldn't help it though, sometimes his mind got going and things just came tumbling out. For as much self control as he'd learned to have, he wasn't very good at filtering his thoughts.

[jageskro]

"It's okay," Jag stated with a grin, and leaned in for another kiss, immediately focusing back on what mattered, right then. Val, against and under him, naked, and his thigh pressing up just right as they kissed.

[hollow_moon]

"I could lay like this forever," Val confessed with a soft moan. "Exactly like this..."

He nuzzled at Jag's jaw, nipping with teeth that were just a touch too sharp, then groaned as he bucked against him.

"I could come, just like this," he whispered, tilting his head just so, and speaking the words right in Jag's ear.

[jageskro]

"Do you want to?" Jag asked, not minding the apparent contradiction in Val's words. He didn't mind much right then, not with the way Val's whisper had gone straight to his balls, eyes fluttering close as his hips rolled again, and he nipped at Val's jaw.

[hollow_moon]

Reaching between them, Val took them both in hand and began to stroke firmly.

"It's certainly tempting," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, a slight growl curling around each word.

[jageskro]

"Shit," Jag cursed under his breath, his hips naturally pushing in in response to the stroke of Val's hand and that growl in his voice. His eyes were open again, and he found Val's gaze, his own a little wild. "How tempting?" he asked, his breath short, sounding like he could come 'just like this' a hell of a lot sooner than Val.

[hollow_moon]

"Very," Val replied, the word little more than a low rumble as he dragged his thumb over the tip of his cock, using the slight bit of moisture there to slick his hand.