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Orion Jacobson

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[There's a sharp little intake of breath at the feel of a hand on his back and at being pulled closer to Orion. Fai responds by fisting one of his hands in Orion's shirt for stability, the kiss becoming more intense, more urgent on his part. The hand that was already trailing along Orion's side under the shirt pulls back around to the front, skimming up over Orion's abs.

And yeah, the kiss is starting to get intense enough that Fai's having a physical reaction to it. So the closer they get, the more Orion might be likely to notice.]

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[Orion inhales deeply as Fai's hand roams over his front, feeling those deeper kisses, and his caution begins to ebb away. Fai's reaction is an invitation if he's ever heard one. And with it, he slowly pulls Fai out of the kitchen with each kiss.

He steadily pulls Fai's shirt off between kisses as he guides him toward the bedroom, tracing his own hands along Fai's chest, and setting him on the bed before climbing over him and nuzzling his nose into Fai's neck before nipping it.]



((OOC: Feel free to ftb at this point and move to the morning after.))

cw: mention of nudity, not much else

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[Fai's bedroom is tiny, like most of the rooms in the 1-bedroom apartments in this complex. His bed is large and takes up most of the room, leaving just enough space around it for the essentials like his dresser, nightstand, and the antique music stand in one corner that holds his violin and trumpet, with his cello propped against the bottom. The walls are decorated with the kind of personal photographs Fai doesn't display anywhere else in the apartment--pictures of himself with other drag queens, other burlesque dancers, with important clients and quasi-celebrities. Pictures of himself in costume and in drag, smiling from behind makeup and sequins.

On his nightstand is a framed photograph of two little boys, both blond, completely identical. The photo is about 25 years old and looks it. Next to the photo is a folded pair of glasses.

The sheets on the bed are luxurious, one of Fai's little guilty pleasures. And right now he's face down on one of the pillows, still deeply asleep. And thankfully he's under the covers, because he's very much mostly naked.]

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[When Orion finally stirs, remarkably being the first out of both of them, considering how late he normally sleeps (must be the unfamiliarity of a clean household), he rolls over and accidentally brushes against Fai.

And his eyes flick open in brief panic.

What greets him is Fai lying face down in a pillow. Oh, yea, we slept together last night, didn't we? It takes Orion a few bleary moments to recollect the memory properly. And he just observes Fai as he processes it all. He remembers making the first move and then...]

Kaiba... [He groans under his breath.

He'd forgotten about the jerk when he got caught up in all the physicallity. And then, Fai was crying and....

Shit! Did he take advantage of Fai in his moment of weakness?! Ah, Hell... Fifty points for feeling like an awful human being this morning.

But he'd gotten to kiss Fai. How long had he wanted to do that? Let alone spend the night with him? Probably long before he started barking at Kaiba for it. But Kaiba certainly helped him realise it. Not that he'd ever willingly give him credit for anything.

Was there... even a chance that Fai felt the same as him? He chews the inside of his cheek as he ponders this.

Come to think of it, how is Fai even breathing like that?

He is breathing, right?

Slowly, Orion slides out a hand to Fai's back, to gently rest it there and check for the rise and fall of his chest.]