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[Noah's breath hitches as Gansey links their fingers together, presses Noah's hands against the mattress above his head.

He squeezes Gansey's hands, fingers entwined and any sounds he makes from that (so very many) are lost in Gansey's mouth at the deepening kiss. It's like the one that left him weak in the knees on the train, that had him thinking of pulling Gansey back into the shower. Lines established, hands kept from wandering, Noah lets himself stop thinking.

It's hard to get the proper leverage to grind up like he wants, so Noah hooks a leg around Gansey's, not like Gansey is in any danger of going anywhere but it's such a relief to finally do something about this spark between them.]

[gansey is indeed in no danger of going anywhere at all. he grinds down on noah, giving an encouraging moan when noah's leg hooks around his own. if he was willing to stop kissing the other boy for even a second, he'd tell noah to just wrap around his waist, but not kissing noah right now is out of the question.

he's not in a particular rush anyway, wanting to savor this first time. it feels so good to finally, finally touch noah like this, clothes on or not.]

[That's the good thing about picking up surface thoughts - no need to stop kissing even for a second.

Noah brings his other leg up to hook around Gansey's waist, to pull him closer, he had a few girlfriends do it to him back when he was alive so it isn't difficult to replicate the move. He's getting dizzy and a little light-headed and it feels wonderful to touch Gansey like this instead of just being tortured by not just his own wants but Gansey's, too. His little needy moans are muffled against Gansey's tongue, his lips]

[gansey's hips stutter and he moans softly into noah's mouth as that leg hooks up around his waist like noah read his mind. of course, noah did read his mind, but gansey is too overtaken by relief and hormones and affection.

eventually, the kissing becomes too much, and gansey's vision begins to sparkle at the edges. he leans his head to murmur against noah's ear, fingers squeezing noah's as his weight shifts slightly.]

What would you like, beautiful?

[Noah gasps for breath when their lips part, right before he has to turn his head to the side and press his face against the pillow to muffle the moan that spills out next. He'd fallen so quiet since he died, even after becoming alive again. His voice one of the many things that was almost entirely lost about him.

Apparently that wasn't the case when it came to messing around and he didn't want to find out the awkward way how thin these walls were.

He'd like to just keep grinding, to kiss each other breathless and have Gansey keep his hands pinned above him like this and God he wants Gansey to call him beautiful again it's so dumb he feels so embarrassed by how much that got to him but it did.

So now Noah's blushing, too. Just kill him again right here it's perfectly fine.

He's pretty sure he can't talk and maintain any kind of volume control at the same time, so as a suggestion he slides his leg along Gansey's again and gives a very small but certain shift upwards of his hips, stifling that moan into the pillow as well.

Pillow biter. He thought it was such a funny fucking term when Rook had said it, wondering if anyone actually did that kind of thing.]

[gansey makes a small amused sound against noah's ear as he feels the other boy's face heat.]

You are, you know. Beautiful. Especially like this.

[but gansey noses at noah's face until they're kissing again, as deep and hard as before, and his hips roll against noah with the majority of his weight behind the movement, giving him what he wants.]

[You know what, Gansey, when your main trait is your commanding voice it is completely unfair to murmur things like that in the ear of the boy you're grinding against.

Noah is so very eager to return to the kissing, because when Gansey kisses him like that it's like nothing else in the world matters - like there's nothing else in the world at all. He can moan and whimper into it and he does, he very much does, meeting Gansey's hips with his own as best he can in that position. He isn't thinking about how this is their only pair of underwear and that this is going to be problematic in a very short time, he can worry about that later. Now is now, and now he wants Gansey hard against him. He wants more than that, actually, but this is all he can barely rationalize to himself as alright.]

[it's completely and utterly fair if the boy he's grinding against likes it. someday gansey will use it even more to his advantage but for the moment he's using that mouth for other things, like kissing noah until they both forget the point of oxygen or that there's anything else in the universe but this.

it could be more, of course, it could be better, but gansey is sure as hell not going to complain about noah writhing beneath him as gansey licks the sweetest little whines and whimpers out of his mouth.

this is good, noah pinned happily beneath him, legs clinging for purchase because gansey has thoroughly trapped his hands. he stretches their arms as straight as they'll go before hitting the headboard, enough that their bodies are even closer and noah may have to arch his back into gansey.]

[it doesn't really matter if he HAS to - he WANTS to, so he does, spine arching upwards to press as much of them together as he can, hips never stopping. He's getting too worked up to keep a steady rhytm, everything is yes and please and more.

Gansey is intoxicating and Noah can't get enough of him. His fingers keep clenching, entwined with Gansey's, legs hooked around the other boy's waist. If they weren't clothed this would be perfect for - just a little lower and they could - the movement of his hips is becoming more erratic, wet spot forming at the front of his boxers, kissing becoming more frantic.]

[yes and please and more is a perfect way to describe it. that's what noah slurs into his mouth and that's what gansey wants, so it's what they both get, increasingly desperate and as instinct takes over, their rhythms disconnecting and somehow making the friction of it even better. gansey wishes momentarily that he could be inside noah, that they could be more connected than this, but instead of being regretful it just stokes the fire in his belly and he makes a needy sound into noah's mouth, fingers squeezing hard at the other boy's hands. it also makes him realize what he really wants--to see noah lose control beneath him, to feel him shiver and shake.]

Come for me, beautiful.

[there's no command in it besides gansey's desire, more a slurred plea into noah's mouth than anything else.]

[It still has the same effect, close as Noah already is. He's soon gasping into Gansey's mouth, hands clenching tight as he frantically bucks up against the other boy, needy desperate sounds lost into Gansey's lips as well. He's only the once since he got his body again and it shakes him just as hard this time, feels just as shockingly good, especially because it's Gansey holding him down and pressing against him like this, beautiful, perfectly flawed, their chosen king.

HIs legs stay wrapped around Gansey even as his grip slackens, all heavy breaths sounding positively wrung-out.]

[watching noah come, feeling noah come, is even better than gansey had ever imagined, and he had imagined it on more than a few occasions. he feels beautiful and helplessly lost in his pleasure, and just as his orgasm begins to ebb gansey gives a soft moan and comes as well, mouth dragging down the side of noah's face to muffle against the pulse of his neck. he hasn't been so restrained as noah, but he's also never come like this, from this, and the force of it surprises him, the way his legs and belly tighten and throb with it.

the moment seems to stretch, and after it he collapses on noah with a contented murmur of his name.]

You are magnificent.

[Noah'says hands feel sore and his fingers cramped, and one of his legs has definitely fallen asleep, but he just feels good, wonderful, even. Well, alright, a little over sensitive, whimpering softly when Gansey bucks against him and reaches his own orgasm as well. Even then Noah still wants to pull him close, to keep going, over and over again until they're too exhausted to continue, their pajamas-

Their pajamas, boxers embarrassingly, tellingly wet and sticky now. The only boxers each of them has.]

... oh shit, we need to wash these before Ronan and Adam wake up.

[So much for enjoying the afterglow.]

...hell.

[but unlike noah, gansey starts chuckling instead of panicking.]

At least there's a bathroom up here. They can get washed in the sink. C'mon, give yours here.

[he kisses noah's neck, giving it a gentle nip before equally gently making his way to his knees. his whole body feels shaky, his abs and thighs heated in a way he knows he'll feel in the morning. he's not sorry in the slightest. he does look a bit ridiculous in boxers that are clearly stained in the front, sticking to him in ways that are more than slightly obscene. once he makes it to his feet he shucks them, standing naked and extending a hand, wiggling his fingers for noah's underwear.]

The sink? But they need to go into the dryer otherwise they'll take all night and -

[And Gansey is getting out of bed and taking his off and -

Noah goes a little silent to stare. The obscene way they were sticking to Gansey a moment before, Gansey pulling them off a moment later. He's seen Gansey naked before. Even before they were doing their ... thing, he'd seen it. It wasn't anything new.

Except they'd just sort of grinded against each other until they both came, making out at the same time. That sort of changed things. Things were completely changed now. Gansey naked now was entirely different from the Gansey naked five months ago back in Monmouth, was even entirely different from Gansey naked between them and now in the shower on the train.

Noah slowly began to go redder and redder until he pulled the blanket up over his head to hide it, squirming under the covers until he's able to peel his own sticky boxer shorts off to hold out to Gansey very much Not Looking At Him.]

Explain how the dryer running in the middle of the night won't be suspicious as--

[his words get slower and then peter out entirely as noah goes so red gansey can see it even in the bare light from the window, and then hides under the blankets.

then he starts laughing as he takes noah's boxers, quiet but joyful, more giddy than mocking.]

Noah, darling, you're a little bit late on getting shy now. Do you want a washcloth when I come back?

[Noah is not shy okay that is not what's going on here. Really. Truly.

He sort of gives a little nod, the movement visible from under the blanket, which he is not coming out from under, but not because he is shy. Really.]

[uh huh. of course.

there's the sound of gansey's bare feet walking away, the soft sound of water running through a closed door. he's gone for about ten minutes, which probably seems eternal when one is hiding under the covers totally not being shy at all.

the underwear do not return with him when he crawls back into bed smelling like soap, but he does bring a washcloth. under the blankets it's more or less pitch black, and he washes noah off by feel before dropping the washcloth on what passes for the nightstand. then he spoons up against noah's back just like he would on any other night.]

It's a bit stuffy under here.

[It's absolutely an eternity, to ponder the course of his life and the mistakes he has made and god he's an awful person for doing this. It helps kill any lingering arousal from seeing Gansey so gloriously shameless before.

Helpful for when Gansey joins him again under the covers and takes the initiative cleaning Noah up. That could have been bad a few minutes ago. He still lets out a small squeak before he can stop himself, though it's thankfully too quick to do much of anything.

They're just spooning, like any other night, except it isn't any other night and now Noah just has his tanktop on which feels absurd and silly since it isn't even long enough to cover anything important but somehow he feels like he can't take it off either.]

I-is it? I guess we could pull the covers down a little. Um. If it would help you sleep.

[gansey doesn't move to push the covers down. in fact, the only moving he does is to squeeze gently around noah's chest, that seatbelt arm that holds his upper body snug against gansey, and kiss the back of his neck.]

It will, but I'd rather know why you're hiding now. I...

[he stops, unsure. did noah regret it now? did he not want gansey the same way gansey wanted him? had he taken advantage of noah?]

Because I'm pretty sure I'm still blushing and I don't want you to laugh.

[Well, and the bunch of other questions and worries about oh god Ronan and Adam are going to kill him, he took advantage of Gansey, he wants to do it again kinda, spooning is way different when you don't have pants on -]

I would never laugh at you for blushing, you should know that by now. It's too cute.

[he nuzzles his face into the back of noah's neck, exhaling a sigh.]

What is it really, Noah? Did you...not want that?

[Really, calling him cute just makes Noah blush harder. Even with his anxiety about the situation, when Gansey holds him like this it's hard to not just feel so safe and warm and relaxed, even if it is a little stuffy under all the blankets.]

I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want it.

[That's... actually not entirely true maybe, but in this case it is. He did want it. God, he wanted it too much, wanted even more, still wants more.]

...I took advantage of you. Ronan and Adam are going to kill me.

[it takes gansey a moment to parse noah's words, because they're so incredibly out of left field. how did noah even moderately come to that conclusion when it was gansey who had been on top of him, holding his hands over his head?]

...what? I've been lying here thinking I must have taken advantage of you, since you're the one lying here full of regrets.

[Um yeah and Noah had been really turned on by that if Gansey hadn't noticed. Noah doesn't quite startle, because he has been getting what's on the surface of Gansey's mind even if sometimes it's hard to listen when he's wrapped up in his own head and all, but he does shift a bit to look over his shoulder back at Gansey.]

...And I'm the one with way more experience between the two of us.

[Nevermind that all of that goes out the window when Gansey kisses him, turning him weak-kneed and stupid from it.]

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