Glass -- New York, Friday Night

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They'd given them a park facing room, which was more than Devin had hoped for. He brushed his fingers over the cool glass of the doors, then stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sounds of the city wash over him. He took a sip of whiskey, smiling to himself as he watched the warm early evening light warm the buildings and the tops of the trees. It was warm and the air conditioner in the room kicked on in protest of the open door, but he just let it run, listening to the sounds of Warren in the room behind him.

Even now, the heat from their little game still lingered, flushing his cheeks. The whiskey in the glass was cool, but not cool enough. He was cursing himself that they only had one bed, but when he'd booked the gig, and the room, he hadn't expected Warren to be coming. He figured he'd be pursuing his other gig while here, but then the invitation spilled out and here they were. He wasn't coming down off a high. He'd slept a lot the last few days. He'd been eating. He wasn't fragile and out of it, and sharing that bed was likely to test his resolve to the limit, especially after the teasing.

He wasn't likely to sleep much.

But he didn't want to push Warren. The flirtation was delightful. The game moreso, but he was the one who wanted it to be more than just a game, not Warren. He had to remember that part and not push, no matter if that "later" teased at his memory. He slid fingers over glass and imagined briefly it was skin, then pushed those thoughts away. He could behave.

"Our reservation's at six." He called back over his shoulder, straightening even as he kept his gaze fixed on the people scurrying below, drinking in the life of the City. "We should probably leave by 530. It's just around the corner, less than half a mile. Walk or cab?"

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Devin shivered, lips parting on a sharply indrawn breath. He wasn't touching but Warren was shifting the game.

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There was a noise. He brushed a touch over Devin's mouth, wondering what that would do. Another noise? A different noise?

He liked those little noises.

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It was near a whimper at the touch to too sensitive skin. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, catching the tip of a finger.

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Warren chuckled, low and delighted. Traced his fingertip over Devin's lips, slowly. Pulling it down over his lower lip, and sliding his fingertips over his cheek again.

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He couldn't help it. There was a kiss and an attempt to capture that finger. A soft sound of protest when it was taken away.

His head turned, following the fingers, lips finding Warren's wrist and pressing a kiss there with a soft sigh.

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There was a sound kind of like a gasp and a sigh. His pulse leaped against Devin's lips.

His hand slid up, fingers tangling through Devin's hair and sliding back down his cheek.

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That seemed like tacit permission. His tongue danced along Warren's pulse. A scrape of teeth over the edge of a flame. Light, teasing, and then another kiss, warm and lingering right over that leaping point in his vein.

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Warren's breath hissed. His other hand moved to rest on Devin's knee, for a bit of an anchor as he leaned forward. Fingertips still skating through Devin's hair, he ducked his head at the open curve of his neck just to breathe him in. The ends of his hair brushed over his shoulders.

Something about Devin's scent made him laugh, softly.

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Devin tilted his head, whimpering again, softly, at the brush of hair. That rush of warm breath. Goosebumps rose on his skin.

He moved his head just enough to breathe in Warren's hair, to nuzzle gently at his ear.

One hand finally moved, settling on Warren's knee in a mirroring gesture.

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Warren's fingers curled into Devin's hair.

Warren's head turned, just a little, his eyes opening slightly and close enough that his lashes must have almost brushed Devin's cheek.

Looking at him. Intent. Smirking.

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Devin opened his eyes which were pools of want and need, and looked back at him steadily.

He'd made a promise and that was the only thing that kept him from pinning Warren down. His hand moved back to Warren's hair though, fingers sliding through, then winding the red around again.

He swallowed, hard, lips parting just a bit in a silent invitation to taste, to explore.

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Warren's eyes widened a little as things stopped moving and his mind caught up with all the intoxication that had been sliding through his veins that night, only some of it alcohol. He was there. Devin was right there.

And as much as the reality of what he was doing, all the cliches and the excuses and the shame (he swallowed hard on that one) of it crashed in on him, there was also the overwhelming want that pushed at him from places he'd never expected. Lust was fine, he was used to shifting around hard-ons in too-tight pants, but chest-clenching heartache? That was different. Especially staring into a man's eyes.

He wasn't sure what to do. His eyes were closing and he didn't know what to do. He could taste Devin's breath on his and then he could feel Devin's lips on his and he had no idea what he was doing. Or why it hurt so good.

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Devin's eyes fluttered shut again as he leaned into Warren, into his kiss on what might have been a moan. His hand slid from one strand to cradling his head and he moved his lips slowly against Warren's. Over Warren's. His fingers stroked though waves and he shifted just a bit closer.

It hurt and there was a lump in his throat where he wanted to cry. His chest was too tight and he didn't think he remembered how to breathe and it really didn't seem to matter.

He parted his lips a little more, tongue flicking out to taste Warren's lower lip, whiskey and wine and Warren underneath.

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Every movement seemed to burn itself into his mind and take on new importance. Devin's lips against his and motion and he couldn't breathe from the weight of it all. Devin's fingers through his hair, soothing, making it all go away except Devin's kiss was making it all surge forward with panicking heat and he wanted so much.

His eyes fluttered for a moment. He knew there were tears back there. From what he was doing. From what he wasn't doing. For himself, for her, for him. For all three of them.

Then Devin moved and his lips parted slightly, automatically, for the taste of him and he'd remember that taste for ever. That taste, of tonight.

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Devin kept the soothing motion of his fingers, though it was more to feel, to run his fingers through Warren's hair like he'd dreamed of for weeks. It slipped through his fingers, teasing over his skin.

He tasted again, tongue flicking over Warren's lips, and he found himself putting everything he had into the kiss. Not just skill...though he thought he might have forgotten everything he ever learned...but he wanted it to be good. For him. But emotion, too. It was a kiss that promised more, but also settled into what it was. No need to rush things.

He wanted to savour this, imprint it in his mind forever. He still couldn't breathe right and his heart seemed erratic in the heat that was flaring up inside. He couldn't control it all, but he managed to not take. Not take, but he was giving, feeding emotion and sensation into it for him, opening in a way he rarely did.

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Warren made the smallest of whimpers, some little sound that might even have been only in his head it was so quiet, and his fingers tightened on Devin's knee, his other hand slipping to his waist.

He didn't press forward, although part of him wanted to pull Devin close and turn it deep, turn it almost violent, kiss him with all the pent up tension and desperation that they'd been building over the past he didn't know how long right now and couldn't think. Didn't want to think. Thinking led to shame, and pain, and the first tear fell down his cheek as he pressed just that little bit closer.

Which was when it started to slide over him. Stealing his breath away, making his chest hurt again. He couldn't quite separate what was Devin and what was him, new feelings that didn't match up with anything he'd ever felt before, not like this. And he couldn't put it back away either, not once it had come out. All the feelings in every little moment that had pricked him inside and now forced their way free in response.

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Devin shifted a bit closer at the whimper, wanting to just melt into him. It felt like a liquid heat was taking over every limb, every muscle and if he wasn't careful he was going to just slide into Warren and it was possible he might not find his way back out.

His thumb brushed the tear away with the softest sound of protest, even though he felt the prickling behind his eyelids of his own tears. So he focused on the pleasure, on sharing, as he deepened the kiss a little, exploring. A nip, a slide of tongue over tongue, hard or soft. How did Warren like to be kissed, and what would make him shiver, melt, the way Devin was melting?

He ran his hand down Warren's back, urging him gently to come closer.

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It was the softness that did it. The tenderness. This wasn't like most first times he had, this wasn't fast and furious and up against a wall. This was gentle. And he felt himself drowning in the gentle until his lips ached and he didn't know whether to hold on or let go. Or both at once.

He sighed, another tear falling, and then another, although it seemed to stop at that.

Closer was good. Closer and just about into Devin's lap, because if he couldn't figure this thing out by himself he could at least take comfort in this kiss. In the sensation of Devin's mouth over his and Devin's hands and Devin holding him. It was a surrender of sorts and he just then realized it and decided that didn't matter.

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Devin's arm tightened around him and he purred a little in his mouth, pleased with the closeness. One surrender demanded another, though he wasn't sure from which of them or what form it should take.

His hand was trembling as it brushed down Warren's cheek, over his neck. He hadn't...not like this...possibly ever. But most certainly not in the last century. He shivered and some of his magic snaked out around them both, coiling against skin and sliding into the small space between them. It made him shiver more, small tremors running through him.

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He wanted time to just stop, right here, for a while. The world could just stop rotating right here at this moment of sweetness and it would be all right. He curled into Devin, his arm tightening around his waist, his other hand finally moving to cup Devin's cheek as they kissed because, if nothing else, he knew how to do that. Soft. Gently brushing his thumb over the curve of cheekbone.

He felt it when Devin... uncoiled. Felt it in the tingling on his skin, the sensations he'd come to recognize as familiar and something coming from outside of him. But he felt it, also, in the way it made his body jump and heat and tighten.

That, he couldn't do. Not yet, not now. Maybe not ever? Not ever was becoming a vanishingly small possibility. Sometime. There was a sometime there, what had become a speculation now a need to be pushed aside for when other considerations wouldn't crowd it out. But, god. He wanted so badly.

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Electricity and heat prickled over Devin's skin when Warren touched. Warren's want called out to his need and he felt it spike again. Heat and desire and what was left of his conscious mind telling him no. Firmly. Too soon and too much all at once.

But it was strong enough to make him fall back on the floor, tugging Warren with him, not wanting to lose contact with him for an instant. He stretched his legs out, not really caring if he managed to untangle them from Warren's or not. His hand slid down Warren's spine, then back up to tangle in his hair as the heat flared up in his kiss and he made one of those little noises in the back of his throat.

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There was a moment of awkward jarring 'oof' that broke at least some of it. Made it more uncertain and tentative and shy and pushed the swelling heat back. A moment where his knuckles scraped over the carpet and his knee hit the floor and threw him out of it.

Devin's fingers in his hair dragged him back in, the sound he made plucking along nerves he hadn't thought could be plucked and now a lot of things Devin had said made sense.

That, and the fact that now they were just about hip to hip and he could feel how much they both wanted. Could feel that familiar heat that had nothing to do with his powers. And everything to do with the small little smirk that pushed its way onto his lips onto Devin's and the need to hear more of those little noises. And the rocking slightly against him.

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He really was trying to behave, mostly, but the rocking made him see stars and he moaned, soft and low and wanting as he rocked back. He pressed close which just made the ache worse and elicited an almost whimper in Warren's mouth.

The kiss took on a more breathless edge as his fingers tightened in Warren's hair. His other hand stroked over the silk of Warren's shirt, feeling the heat of skin underneath.

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It should have felt strange but it was just pressure and body heat and it didn't feel strange at all, it felt exciting.

Devin was whimpering. He liked it when they did that.

He liked the pulling on his hair. The touches over his chest. All the little things that made him breathless and hard, and aggressive as he slid his body back against Devin's, teeth grazing over his lip.

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Things were spiralling out of his control and he grasped at the pieces of himself to pull them back in. But it was so much easier to surrender, to melt into Warren, opening himself up.

Only that was harder, really. Heat. Pressure. Teeth and skin. All these pushed for one thing and one thing only. It was easy to moan again, sliding, hips rocking, searching for some sort of release from the climbing heat.

But Devin wanted more. More than a fuck on a hotel room floor. It was just a small thought in all the flames of lust around him and over his skin. But it was enough to make the slide more sensual. Enough that he did let that feeling thread around the spirals of lust. His hand gentled, stroking instead of pulling, and his lips slowed again to exploring caresses. His thumb circled Warren's hip softly.

"Warren..." Half of a moan, half of a wondering whisper as he pulled his lips free, sliding them along his jaw, settling against his neck, his hair, nuzzling, breathless and holding on tight.