[ Giving him a squeeze as he pulls Jim against him. Rocking his hips to grind against him as he gives him another kiss ]
You already know what I'm thinking.
[ Don't make him spell it out. Kissing him deeper as he tugs at Jim's shirt to untuck it. Once he does, he pauses a moment lean his head back to watch Jim as he slides his hands against skin. ]
Jim's thighs tighten around Zell, trying to keep him from moving away again as he stretches his arms above his head, inviting Zell to finish taking off his shirt. ]
[ Putting his hands under Jim's shirt to feel against his sides and his chest as he pushes the shirt up. Then he'll grab the edges to pull it off. Ducking down to press kisses down from his mouth to his neck and collar bone.
Pushing Jim to lay back as he moves down to his sternum and following the line to his stomach. He's planning to see how much Jim will let him take off when something feels off. Like something is tugging on him. He pauses to look up at Jim to say something, but it never comes out.
Zell is yanked away and pulled down, down into a second dream. Into something that will turn into hell with static and morse code soon enough... ]
[ Jim's heartbeat kicks up in anticipation, ready for whatever it is Zell has in mind. He goes where Zell pushes him, but he's grabbing the back of Zell's neck to make sure he comes, too, and doesn't let go as Zell moves down his stomach.
Zell looks up and for a moment Jim's completely breathless in the face of that look. He's so beautiful -
But something's wrong.
He wants to ask. There's no time. Zell's yanked away and Jim feels him slipping, like through his fingers, and the dream around them is pulled loose when Zell disappears. It drains first of color, then melts and bleeds down into the hole where Zell sunk, and then Jim's alone in blackness until he wakes, gasping, to find Zell still asleep beside him. ]
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You already know what I'm thinking.
[ Don't make him spell it out. Kissing him deeper as he tugs at Jim's shirt to untuck it. Once he does, he pauses a moment lean his head back to watch Jim as he slides his hands against skin. ]
:D
[ So he knows what Zell is thinking. In stereo.
Jim's thighs tighten around Zell, trying to keep him from moving away again as he stretches his arms above his head, inviting Zell to finish taking off his shirt. ]
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Pushing Jim to lay back as he moves down to his sternum and following the line to his stomach. He's planning to see how much Jim will let him take off when something feels off. Like something is tugging on him. He pauses to look up at Jim to say something, but it never comes out.
Zell is yanked away and pulled down, down into a second dream. Into something that will turn into hell with static and morse code soon enough... ]
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Zell looks up and for a moment Jim's completely breathless in the face of that look. He's so beautiful -
But something's wrong.
He wants to ask. There's no time. Zell's yanked away and Jim feels him slipping, like through his fingers, and the dream around them is pulled loose when Zell disappears. It drains first of color, then melts and bleeds down into the hole where Zell sunk, and then Jim's alone in blackness until he wakes, gasping, to find Zell still asleep beside him. ]