[Milliways]: Pace of the Occupation

[smallgayjew]

Posner's hands are a bit full when they reach the room, what with still lugging around the box of dusty books. "Would you?" he asks, handing Dakin the key.

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[pushtheboatout]

Dakin unlocks it and pushes the door open. The room is like any other ordinary hotel room: a desk, a chair, a bureau, a bed.

Definitely a bed.

[smallgayjew]

Posner hesitates a moment in the doorway and then moves to put the box on the desk. He's used to Moist and Urquhart's rooms, which are a bit more elaborate, but this feels more appropriate to the situation.

"So..."

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin sits on the bed and bounces. "Nice. Sturdy, not too soft..." He looks at Posner expectantly.

[smallgayjew]

Posner worries his lip a moment and moves to sit next to him. "Things tend to be just right here."

[pushtheboatout]

"The Bar knows what we need, like? Convenient." He slides his hand up to the collar of Posner's shirt.

[smallgayjew]

"Yes, sometimes she does," Posner murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin holds Posner's head and kisses him.

[smallgayjew]

Posner kisses him slowly, moving to slide his fingers into Dakin's hair, laughing softly.

[pushtheboatout]

They've snogged before this. They've had quite a few good kisses. This is familiar, and any nerves Dakin would deny having anyway are soothed by how well Dakin is getting to know Posner's lips.

[smallgayjew]

Posner finds himself relaxing into the familiarity of it. This is easy, really. And it's always been enjoyable.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin pulls himself further into the bed and lays back, tugging Posner with him. Time to get comfy.

[smallgayjew]

Posner moves with him, shivering a bit, settling half on top of him. His breath comes a bit faster.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin pushes a hand up under Posner's shirt to stroke his back.

[smallgayjew]

Posner moans softly, letting his hand slide down Dakin's chest to tug up his shirt.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin traces Posner's spine and his slender ribcage, and pushes his shirt up his chest.

[smallgayjew]

Posner gives a quite gasp and pulls back to shrug his shirt off. He swallows nervously. He's been naked in front of Dakin before, but it's different this time.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin glances up at Posner's face, and then leans forward to kiss his chest.

[smallgayjew]

Posner's cheeks are flushed, and the pink spreads down his chest. He lets his hands slide over Dakin's shoulders as he lays back.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin thought he might have to check a lot if he's doing it right, but fortunately the human body is rather analogous, and Posner's not exactly a cypher. He sets about exploring. Tongue and teeth may come into play.

[smallgayjew]

Posner has always been good at vocalizing his approval. He gasps and moans and whimpers whenever Dakin hits a particularly sensitive area. His fingers slide into Dakin's hair, almost gleefully mussing its perfection.

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin reaches Posner's stomach and pauses at the waistband of his trousers. He clears his throat to speak. "The Allies aren't sure they should cross the border."

[smallgayjew]

Posner laughs breathlessly, his hips arching up slightly. "The Resistance is very much in favor of international cooperation."

[pushtheboatout]

Dakin unzips Posner's trousers slowly and sucks a few kisses onto his hips.

[smallgayjew]

Posner shivers, shifting his feet, his toes curling in the covers. "Dakin..."

[pushtheboatout]

"Yeah, love?"