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[forgodssake]

[ It takes a couple of minutes. Charles has a few dog-related things stashed away, so he isn't leaving his labrador in a random room for the sake of a hook up -- a bowl is filled, water supplied, a few dedicated ear scratches, before he returns.

The doors slides shut behind him, moving around behind Travis, letting his fingertips brush over the horizon of the other man's shoulders as he goes. Intimacy re-established, however lightly. ]

Cheers.

[ That hand reaches for glass, collecting it up as he goes to sit. ]

Now that I've cornered you, I don't mind saying it's been some time since I've done anything like this, [ is said over the top of glass. Factual, as opposed to emotive. His nerves are his own business. ]

[cabbagepatching]

[He takes a swallow of his drink before replying.] Not a problem.

[He slips out of his jacket, letting it fall against the back of the chair, before pushing up his sleeves and standing up, going over to Charles. This time, it's Travis behind him, fingers lightly following the curve of his neck into his shoulder, and resting there. He presses a kiss to his neck, then leans up to murmur-] Mind if I move things a little faster?

[Travis was never one for patience.]

[forgodssake]

[ The pads of Charles' fingers tap against the glass as Travis circles around to settle, the glance chasing after freeing up space for the other man to lean in. Careful not to knock his head back, he polishes off a stiff sip of liquor, letting the glass dangle loose in hand. ]

I like fast.

[ Murmur is met with his own voice pitched quieter, huskier as a result. It's in Charles' nature to immediate do things, to impose himself on interaction and wrangle control, but he pauses, this time, to let Travis find a pace. ]

[cabbagepatching]

Good.

[Travis keeps his hands on him, but moves so he's at Charles' side. It's then, without warning, but in a gentle fashion so as not to scare the crap out of him, that he moves Charles in the chair about ninety degrees. Charles might have seen the idea forming in his head, and so it's probably no surprise when Travis puts a hand on each arm rest, leaning over him.

With a smirk, he captures the other man's lips. Travis is all about spontaneity and fun in bed, surprisingly not fussy about control. But the kiss isn't long because the position is good for what he wants to do, and so he's slipping to his knees, his hands reaching up to unbutton his shirt quickly and efficiently. He's good at getting people out of clothes. Once the buttons are all undone, he runs his hands across his bare chest, looking up with his blue eyes.] Fast still good?

[Because Travis is gonna be that fast with his slacks, and in fact, his hands are already there, hesitating at the button.]

[forgodssake]

[ Fast works out well. ]