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[pineapplesalmon]

"That'd be too nice and convenient." César sighs.

He takes a moment to observe very eagerly, even making a point to rub his beard as if thinking deeply. To be certain! Not because he needs a moment to recollect his thoughts.

"A very nice view." César grins wider. "The pants fit very nicely, too; my calculations were near perfect. Comfortable? Good range of motion?"

[businessorlibation]

"Very comfortable. They're a little more casual than what I've been wearing out, but I think they'd probably be more comfortable in the heat. I like them a lot." He turns back around, looking César in the eyes. "Good job, choosing these. Should I try on the next pair?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César beams at the praise. He's been trying to be better aware of fashion since he started dating these two, and he took care to find something that not only would fit Johnny but would be in a style he liked. This is high praise, coming from him.

"Might as well. There's only two other styles I picked out. The rest of the pants are just color variations." Look at how proud of himself he is, Johnny.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny tries on the next two pairs of pants, and then strips down to his boxers again before moving closer to the couch. To César. His eyes twinkle as he kneels backwards on the couch, straddling César's legs in a position that is very intentionally provocative. There ought to be no mistaking the implications here.

The only question is, will César's brain shut down entirely?

[pineapplesalmon]

César's brain doesn't shut down entirely, because he had made sure to sit back far enough on the couch to give Johnny room in the first place. Also, because Johnny shoving that offending box right off his lap before climbing on was a sight to behold—this was Johnny's lap. His eyes are twinkling with mirth and something more. Now if they hadn't of made out so many times, this might be a little bit more overwhelming, but Johnny's done well at helping César... acclimate.

"Why hello, sir. May I help you?" César asks innocently, while his hands go to Johnny's hips. "You seem to have lost your pants."

[businessorlibation]

"Lost? No, not at all. The pants were discarded. I thought they might get in the way." Of what? Well, he'll leave that to César's imagination as he leans in to give a slow, hungry kiss to his partner. Really, he started it, coming in and making Johnny try on all sorts of clothes. He only has himself to blame for what's going on here.

[pineapplesalmon]

César thinks he's brilliant because this is all going according to plan. Of which he had several, but this one won out. He kisses back just as hungrily. Johnny's mouth and touch are familiar and comfortable.

"And mine?" He manages to ask as they start a second kiss.

[businessorlibation]

"I'm sure they'll come off, too. Once you're unable to stand it and you simply must have me. Until then, though..." He resettles his weight subtly, offering friction through the layers of fabric. Shameless. "We'll have to see how long you can stand to wear them, still."

[pineapplesalmon]

César's eyes widen as he sucks in a breath, his eyes locked on Johnny's. His smile grows wider, one of his hands moving down Johnny's thigh before moving back up and underneath his boxer leg, feeling the upper dip between leg and torso. Skin, the edge of hair...

"We'll have to see how long I can resist... but my vest and shirt are too stifling. Help me?"

[businessorlibation]

"Only because you've asked so nicely."

Nimble fingers work quickly at César's vest as his lips dip again for another kiss, this one ending with a light nip at César's lower lip. Playful, gentle, he's still creating his own mental chart for the scientist's reactions, one that will never be committed to graph paper or mapping software (but might be shared in soft whispers and giggles with a Doctor, someday).

[pineapplesalmon]

César's pulse is quickening, and he takes a moment to simply breathe after Johnny breaks off the kiss with a little tug of his lower lip, eyes still closed. He keeps them closed as he shrugs out of his vest and throws it to the side, somewhere in the vicinity of the desk. That vest must be completely out of the way, and César pulls off his shirt to throw it in the same direction.

He opens his eyes and looks at Johnny slowly, hungrily. "I love and want you, Johnny Summer. Are you sure you don't want to torment me in just my boxers? With you sitting like that, these pants will soon be too tight."

It's a legitimate complaint. César wears tight pants that will become uncomfortably quickly. And he's quite willing to be tormented for a while without their last layers removed. More sensation for the both of them.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny backs up and stands, laughing warmly. "Your turn to strip down for me, then."

And he's going to watch the entire time, of course. Relishing the sight of this man who he's been flirting with for months.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Yes, sir." César laughs—the sound of Johnny's laugh is so wonderful—and stands.

He has no idea how to do this sexily, so he just smiles as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. César works them off and throws them to the side, revealing his new underwear, which makes him snort loudly as he catches sight of them.

"I completely forgot I switched these out because they were funny...." Hey, stay on task!

[businessorlibation]

"So very festive." He laughs aloud as he closes back in, with all the wanton grace of a panther. "But they're not the sexiest thing I've seen you in."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I tried to find the most offensive thing I could so you'd want to take them off." César dutifully steps back to the couch and stands there, waiting innocently as he watches Johnny's every movement.

[businessorlibation]

"I can do that." He steps in, a hand at each of César's hips and pulls the waistband of the boxer briefs down. Shameless, utterly shameless. "Though I may propose a move to the bed instead of the couch. If you'd be amenable?"

[pineapplesalmon]

This is really happening, isn't it? And Johnny is utterly shameless, which makes César all the more eager as he looks down at the view afforded him.

"Of course." César thinks its funny to move with Johnny holding his underwear, and it's only a moment before he's reoriented towards the bed. "Ah–I really don't like being on my back during sex. Before I forget to tell you. Anything else I'm game for."

It was a hard nope when he tried it with Watson, and he doesn't see how being with Johnny will be any different.

[businessorlibation]

"Good to know. I don't like anyone's mouth on my bits. Fingers, cock, sure. But I don't like being eaten out." A pause, his eyes glinting. "I don't mind my mouth on other people's, though."

[pineapplesalmon]

"... Oh!" César looks mildly surprised for a moment, then adjusts his thoughts, and is back to smiling. "I can work with all of that. You'll have to show me what you like, but I promise I'm a quick learner."

He's. Definitely excited about just being with Johnny. Just like he had been with Watson.

[businessorlibation]

"Oh, half the fun is going to be making you experiment." He pulls the underwear down toward César's knees, and then lets go so he can kick them off, getting on the bed. "You're a scientist, you'll remember better if you learn by doing. Theorize and test and figure it all out."

[pineapplesalmon]

Again, César looks mildly surprised at Johnny's words, and then massively relieved, as much as he tries to hide it moments after. It is how he learns. Now he doesn't have to worry at all about being perfect, and he trusts Johnny will only tease him affirmatively. (Why was that a worry? Johnny knows him. They love each other.) His performance anxiety is all but obliterated with Johnny once again fully accepting César for himself.

"You know me way too well." Which isn't a bad thing at all, considering how bright and warm his smile becomes. "You're right. I'll learn better that way!"

He kicks off his stupid underwear and climbs onto the bed to sit within kissing range. Because he's going kiss Johnny and reach out to touch his ribs, right now. César needs to touch his boyfriend!

[businessorlibation]

Johnny settles against César's hand, enjoying the closeness, the warmth, the preciousness of this moment between the two of them. He's still wearing his boxers, but he feels quite vulnerable (in a way he finds he enjoys) despite being the one who's more dressed, technically.

"I know you well because I've been watching you, learning who you are in turn."

[pineapplesalmon]

César is feeling a sort of comfortable vulnerability, feeling safe and unjudged in Johnny's eyes. His smile softens, his eyes full of love. Both hands have to settle on Johnny's hips, and César leans in to kiss that space where Johnny's neck and shoulder meet, lips tender.

"To be seen, felt, heard... that's all I've ever wanted." César moves in closer and guides Johnny onto his lap again, right where he had been before, to make kissing his skin easier. "Other than perhaps a patient partner who... won't mind my extreme inexperience."

He laughs against Johnny's skin, hands shifting around to his back and slipping underneath his boxers to grab him firmly. "This'll be my second chance to have time to explore someone with my hands, you know...."

The first two of his matchups had been whirlwinds that he could barely remember. He doesn't want this to be like those.

César starts to kiss up Johnny's neck, long familiar motions he can find comfort in. "I want to make love to you."

[businessorlibation]

As his ass is grabbed, Johnny squirms. Oh, but not in any kind of attempt to get away--he squirms toward César, aware of what king of effect friction might have on both his cock and his ability to think at all. He likes this position, kneeling facing César, the height disparity hardly mattering at all now, when they're this close against one another.

"Show me."

[pineapplesalmon]

He has a moments of no thoughts head empty as Johnny grinds against him, and he has to simply rest his head against Johnny's shoulder. Which makes him laugh. César's going to get destroyed, and he's okay with this.

"Show you what? How inexperienced I am?" César laughs warmly.

César's starting to think he better not take this too seriously. He's going to be clumsy and get things wrong. Johnny seems fine with that. Although—

He straights back and looks into Johnny's eyes, letting his shyness show deliberate compared to when he was with Watson—one lesson already learned about communication and how bravado can't replace it. "I-I know that you are, but—you're okay with me being—well, needing guidance since I'm..."

He breaks eye contact just slightly, breathes, and pushes through what he needs to say. "P-Practically a virgin? I-I mean, I've done it, and I've been with John, but—" He stops, swallows, and looks up at Johnny—sweet, tender, and vulnerable. "My inexperience has turned into nerves. With John, too."

Although there's a piece of fabric still between them, it feels like there's nothing. Not with the way he's sharing his fears so open and nakedly with Johnny. This is why it took so long, on top of needing to recover his libido after everything he went through back home. Fear of messing up with either of the two men he's come to love so deeply and so quickly.