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[ They can still take things slow. Joshua fully intends to. Limiting it to kissing is just fine by him, and he is more than content to sit and do just this. This sort of closeness makes him feel incredibly giddy.

As does the way that Dion's lips press just so against his own, his partner's hands sliding to find their respective perches. Joshua's heart beats sharp in his chest, and his own hands seek out their own resting places. One settles on Dion's hip, the other sliding up to rest innocently on the man's shoulder blade. For now.

But the kiss is slow and soft, and Joshua feels the thrill of it anyway. Dion may have difficulty expressing his feelings in words, but never in this way. Like this, he can feel what Dion cannot find the words to say, the warmth and the love that sit trapped within his chest able to leak out in actions. He smiles against Dions lips, just for a moment, suppressing the delighted little laugh that threatens to spring up.

The bed is indeed close behind him. Should he take a step back, his legs would bump against it. But for now, the softness and warmth of Dion's lips is all he could ever ask for. ]

[The smile is as good of a segue as any to shift the kiss elsewhere. Dion traces gentle pecks over Joshua's cheek, then up to his forehead, before finally stopping to press a few more into his hair line. Dion doesn't resist nosing in there, drawing in the traces of soap that he is still trying to memorize. The hand in his hair shifts as well, twirling a longer strand around a finger before letting it go.

And then he drops back down once more. This kiss has a touch more urgency to it, a deeper layer of passion that Dion has been scared to loose. This time, he allows his tongue to trace along Joshua's lower lip, a careful taste before drawing back. He won't push beyond this, not without reciprocation, but he at least lets himself try.

Even if he has to fight the way the hand at Joshua's back twitches. It would not be so unreasonable, to simply want to feel his skin beneath the tips of his fingers. But it's a dangerous game, and he will not let himself fall to temptation.

He hopes.]

[ Moving away from the kiss and into affection isn't what Joshua expected, but oh, does it make his heart soar. At the same time, he melts into every touch, a loving ache blooming in his chest. The last time anyone was so lovingly affectionate with him like this was Clive, after they had been reunited after eighteen years apart, and even then it hadn't quite been like this. And before that... Before that, he can't even recall. Perhaps never.

But that warmth spreads further through him as Dion returns to his lips, a new urgency to the movements that sparks something within him, nearly making him suck in a breath. And when Dion's tongue traces his lip, that spark ignites a flame, making Joshua's fingers briefly tense against the clothing beneath them.

Dion's tongue retreats, and Joshua parts just an inch, letting out a shuddering breath. But he doesn't part for long, pressing right back in to meet that slight urgency, shyly mirroring Dion's movements by tracing the tip of his tongue along the dragoon's lower lip. The fire that's been stoked within him is dangerous, and he knows it. He doesn't want to risk pushing things too quickly. But Dion has already introduced something new, so it should be safe enough to meet it. ]

[They'll stay safe until they don't. Dion ultimately knows that. They're both playing with fire at the moment, and Dion has to continue to remind himself not to let them get burned.

Those reminders might just fall silent, though, swiftly silenced by the tongue tracing over his lip in kind. His body shudders beneath Joshua's grasp, and he finds his own lips parting beneath the returned touch. The fingers in Joshua's hair tighten for just a moment, briefly tugging before remembering to release once more. He thinks to apologize but - not yet.

He won't be the one to break from the kiss. Rather, he'll shuffle forward to fill any amount of space between them, almost eager to devour Joshua's warmth. The heat he radiates has always been intoxicating, so how ever can he resist it now?]

[ Dion's lips part as his tongue traces along them, and Joshua has to stop himself from being too impulsive. He still isn't all that personally experienced, but he isn't naive enough to have missed the way two lovers may have slid their tongues down each other's throats in back alleys of cities, or to have ignored the chatter on the same topic from darkened corners of taverns. He knows the practice in theory. Whether he can do elegantly has yet to be seen.

But before he can try, Dion's fingers tug just a little on his hair, and he gasps softly against the prince's lips. Oh, Founder. His fingers dig in to Dion's hip, just a little bit, and he briefly considers saying something. Just for a second.

And then decides against it, because they aren't quite pushing the boundaries just yet. If Dion wants to fill the space between, Joshua will gladly make sure he is pressed flush against the other man. And if Dion's lips remain parted, he will certainly introduce the tip of his tongue once more, as though asking permission. ]

[If there's any complaints to Joshua's methods (there aren't), Dion shows no intent in voicing them. He doesn't protest Joshua's presence, instead shifting to accommodate for him. He brushes his tongue against the other man's in kind, encouraging the attempt.

It isn't lost on him that the sudden tug might have been startling, either. He shifts his hand up, smoothing Joshua's hair once more, then massaging his fingers against his partner's scalp. It's perhaps too gentle of a gesture, considering everything else they've been up to, but as long as there are no complaints, Dion doesn't intend to stop.

And of course, there's no ignoring the flame that's building within him. He wants, so desperately to ignore it, but knows that he can't. Just a few moments more. He'll stop just shy of the edge — he's certain he can manage it.]

[ The feeling of Dion's tongue against his own is briefly surprising, but only for a second, and to his credit he doesn't flinch away from it. It emboldens him, actually, lets him slip his tongue further against Dion's, pressing just the slightest bit into his mouth as the hand at his partner's back moves to perch on his hip, mirroring the other hand. Not that he really knows what else to do with them, but it seems like as fine a place as any.

But there are certainly no complaints about the gentle massaging of fingers against his scalp. In fact, the sensation of it is what finally draws a soft noise from Joshua, gentle and muted but warm and halfway on its way to being a moan. And it's that sound that makes Joshua realize that perhaps they are a little bit too close to not taking this slowly anymore, at which point he retracts his tongue, parting from the kiss with a heavy, shaky exhale, hovering an inch away from further lip contact but otherwise remaining just as close as he has been. ]

We are playing a dangerous game, I fear.

[ There's a hint of a smile in his voice, breathless as it is. He doesn't fear it at all, really. Founder, he feels almost dizzy, but it's all the more reason to cling to Dion. ]

[Joshua truly is a gift from Greagor herself. Dion can tell that stopping was a difficult feat. He knows it, because even now he wants to chase after Joshua's mouth and say to hell with every sentiment about taking it slow. Instead, he sighs and nods — wordless for now as both arms shift. He pulls his partner into an embrace, nestling into his hair as his body tries to both cool itself and slow down.

It doesn't take terribly long before he lets out a deep sigh, then eases back once more.]

You are correct. And I thank you for pointing it out.

[Even now, his cheeks are flushed, and his breath still comes that slightest bit quicker. His smile, though, is as gentle as ever.]

I hope you will forgive my zeal. I could not think of a better way to thank you.

[ That moment to rest and breathe is greatly appreciated, and Joshua will gladly take it. He focuses on his breathing, on things that ground him. The feel of Dion's shirt beneath his fingers. The slight tang of dried sweat that sticks to him from his exercise. The sound of his heart beating in his throat. The taste of him still on his lips.

It relaxes him a little. Not as much as he'd like, but enough that when Dion pulls back, he can smile without it being shaky. ]

And as I forgive yours, I hope that you will forgive mine. Truly, I could have continued for much longer. It is difficult to get enough of you.

[ It will lead to other things eventually. He knows. But for now, kissing Dion like this is exactly what he wants. He lifts a hand, smoothing Dion's hair away from his ear, ]

At risk of sounding inexperienced, kissing you may be one of my favorite things.

The feeling is shared. [Even now, he feels gravity drawing him downward. He still tastes Joshua on his lips, and can't help but yearn for more. Instead, he forces him to take a step back, breathing in deeply as he tries to steady himself. He hates going far from Joshua, but they both probably need the space.]

And I would not judge you your inexperience. Nor do I feel that your words indicate as much. I... find I quite agree.

[He hates to admit it, but with Terence, there had always been a lingering feeling that each kiss might be his last. Fate had felt like a sword dangling over both of their necks. But Joshua, and Clive by extension, had both reminded him that even fate could be fought against.

Now, every kiss felt like another promise of forever.]

But maybe it would be better if I left? Gave you some space.

[Dion you're in your own fucking room you useless gay.]

[ Oh. Dion agrees. The dizziness returns, just slightly, and Joshua lets out a quiet laugh. Perhaps it's the giddiness of it all, of the beginning of a relationship, of something that has a potentially infinite shelf life. He isn't sure.

But whatever it is, it's making them both silly, because Dion's suggestion is absurd. It makes his laugh just a little louder, bordering on a giggle this time. ]

Dion, this is your room.

[ Oh, Founding Flames take him, it just makes him want to kiss the man even more. But no. They must be good. For the sake of taking things slowly. ]

I do not wish for you to leave. On the contrary, I want to spend my time with you. I can behave myself, I promise.

This... [He looks away from Joshua, checking his surroundings. Greagor smite him.] Is my room. You are correct.

[He doesn't even try to make an excuse, or pass it off as a joke. Honestly, he's about ready to leap from the window and run into the woods. He'd stand a better chance, probably.]

Well — [He clears his throat.] I would never ask you to leave. So...

[He shifts away from Joshua and sits upon the bed.]

We could sit and talk. [He doubts they could keep their hands to themselves, though. He stands just as quickly.] Or perhaps a walk? A drink at the bar?

[He's rambling.]

[ He is, indeed, rambling. Joshua can tell that perhaps Dion is... flustered? At least, that's the way it seems.

But it's charming, in a way. To see this side of Dion, the perfectly normal imperfections that you might see on anyone. Dion may be flustered, but all it does is make Joshua's heart clench with such powerful affection, and it's hard to hold anything back.

So, he doesn't. He turns toward his partner, cups his face, and kisses him without a moment of hesitation. It isn't the passionate, urgent kisses from before, nor does it have any touch of tongue whatsoever. It is simply warm, sweet, and impossibly fond. And when Joshua does let it break, he pulls back, looking at this man with so much love in his eyes that he feels fit to burst. ]

Dion. It's all right.

[ He strokes a thumb over Dion's cheek, letting the motion become repetitive, soothing, and huffs out a soft laugh. ]

Truly. You can relax around me. Please.

Can I? [There's a note of amusement in Dion's words, even as he levels Joshua with a nigh sheepish look. He glances at the other man from beneath his lashes, already feeling warmth building anew.]

The longer I spend with you, the less in control I feel. You are... [He trails off, shaking his head. Joshua is indescribable. Alluring. Everything Dion could possibly want. Resisting had only become more difficult over time, the struggle increasing rather than leveling out.

And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way. He leans over and presses a kiss to Joshua's forehead, a quiet assurance that whatever was troubling Dion, it wasn't his fault.]

I... was not entirely disinterested in that walk. Perhaps we might map out a place to plant the Wyvern Tails?

[ The kiss to his forehead makes Joshua hum softly, leaning into it just a little bit and letting his eyes close. It's a mild affection, one that he can soak in without feeling as though he's prolonging the issue, so he does so admittedly a little selfishly. ]

You can. I believe in you, Dion.

[ It's a soft murmur, close as they are, but so full of faith. And if Dion should crumble... Well. He will not crumble alone.

But! With that said, Joshua shifts to take Dion's hands in his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. ]

I would love to. Perhaps we could find somewhere where they won't be a problem.

[The relief he feels at that assurance is indescriable. When words fail, he can only offer a grateful smile to the other man. He reaches for Joshua's hand, and once more chances a kiss to those knuckles, before turning toward the door.]

Shall we, then?

[Some fresh air is bound to do them both some good.]

[ Dion truly is a gentleman. An adorably flustered gentleman, but a gentleman nonetheless. Each and every gentle affection just adds one more tiny crack to the slow and steady foundation they're trying to establish. By the Founder, he's trying. They both are. ]

After you, Your Highness.

[ Joshua gives Dion's hand a firm little squeeze, and follows his lead. ]

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