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[kissing, and tapping him gently to roll back over]

[pressing insistently into the kiss, needy, as he turns more fully to Yuri]

[laying down again him, making him take his weight as he pushes his pants down and off]

[arching against Yuri, spreading his hands across his chest then scratching as he pulls his fingers in]

[once naked, sprawling fully against his, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and just letting skin touch]

[wrapping a leg around Yuri's and kissing the top of his forehead, shifting underneath him]

[spends a few moments just drinking in the contact before pulling back to sit up, finally taking Vincent's cock in hand and squeezing it gently, rubbing his own against his hand]

[reaching back to bury his hands in a pillow, rocking his hips into the touch with a sigh]

[starts stroking him, slow and firm, rocking his own hips in needy little jerks]

[looping his legs around Yuri's hips to pull him closer and arching to touch him more]

[... hmm

slides his palms along his thighs, pushing them down and pushing himself up--then twisting, putting his back against Vincent's chest, his cheek resting against Vincent's, an arm reached behind him to brace, with his legs sprawled on either side of Vincent's]

[. . . draping his arms over Yuri's shoulders as he nuzzles against his cheek, slowly pushing up]

[slides his other hand around his hip, then wraps around his erection, pressing his cock against himself and taking a moment to write against it]

[keeping his hips still as he pulls back to kiss behind Yuri's ear]

Not yet.

[laughs, half a groan, rubbing suggestively]

Haha . . .

[rrrolling his hips forward, hmm]

[bracing his feel and rocking back, arching his spine to grind his ass down]

Mmm...

It's a nice view.

[massaging his chest as he rises to push between his cheeks]

[cants his hips away, only to settle them back again, letting him press against the muscle as he nuzzles against Vincent's cheek]

Now?

If you must.

[nipping at his ear]

Ye-es...

[pushes down, taking in the head, muscles in his thighs taut]

[digging his heel in to slowly sink in further, pushing Yuri down by his shoulders with a groan]

[spreading his legs as soon as he's flush against him, toes gripping the fur]

[you know what this dream needs? a mirror! shifting his wrists to tilt Yuri's head up as breathes warmly against the shell of his ear, not moving his hips, just feeling]

My hands, Yuri.

[watching his own hands in the mirror, almost transfixed, as they tug and finally just rip the damn shirt]

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