[m] No reservations

Not an inch was between them anymore and still it felt not enough. He let himself get pulled closer, an eagerness rushing through him.

A small voice in the back of his mind told him this was not the best idea. That they should wait for a better place. But the body did not listen to the mind. Not when Lamar’s hand moved underneath his shirt.

Fuck.

“You are the birthday boy, what do you wish?” he spoke against Lamar’s lips, a grin tugging at his own. One finger trailed down over the buttons of Lamar’s shirt, slowly and teasingly, all the way to the last one.

Míngzé brushed against the corner of the other’s mouth, not quite a kiss, before pulling back. “It’s your day, and only yours.” His golden eyes looked at Lamar, almost making direct eye contact.

A low hum sounded from rather deep in his throat. So he had to take the lead. A grin spread over his face as amusement sparked in his eyes. Slowly he started pulling the hem of the shirt out of the man’s pants. “If that’s what you desire,” he mused softly. He leaned back in for a kiss, lips parting a little bit.

The shirt was partly removed, creating enough space for his hand to slip underneath. His touch against the other’s stomach was featherlight, teasing him with only a hint of what could come. One hand remained on Lamar’s shoulder, a beacon of support and stability.

He pulled away once more, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, only to end up at his ear.“I must confess I forgot where I stopped,” his voice was but a soft whisper against Lamar’s ear. Each pause was deliberate, teasing the other. “Was it here?” A kiss was placed against his ear. “Or lower?” A tender kiss was placed against the man’s neck, knowing fully well how sensitive that part could be.

While he spoke his hand moved up the man’s stomach. His lips were still against his neck and he could not help but smile against the man’s skin. “Or was it—” another kiss. “even lower?” he murmured, his hand going all the way down again until it reached the edge of his pants.

Each stroke of his hand was teasing Lamer, wanting to get as much as a reaction out of the man as possible. He wanted to be touched, so that’s exactly what Míngzé would do while at the same time learning more about the body he had in front of him.

“Lower you say?”

At almost the same time he loosened the button of those pants. His hand trailed down even further, making soft circular motions. “Like this?” he said breathy. His own heart was racing in his chest, craving more. The tips of his fingers ready to disappear in the other’s underpants.

Míngzé moved his mouth back to Lamar’s ear. “No, I don’t think that’s quite right,” he said in his ear with a clear smile. He retreated his hand immediately, never losing skin contact as he did so.

No, he was not going to make it easy. Where was the fun in that?

A wide grin spread over his lips at the noise he forced out of Lamar. Míngzé was quick to bite his lip and hide the satisfaction it brought him. It had been a while, but he was not as rusty as he expected to be.

Míngzé leaned back a bit, gazing towards the other face. “Did I say something wrong?” He raised an eyebrow. An answer soon came and a surprised gasp rolled over his lips as his eyes widened. There was no control over his body when he leaned into that touch. The fingers with which he held Lamar’s shoulder dug into his skin through his shirt.

Just as quick as it came, the touch disappeared again and he drew a sharp breath. No, he was still in control here. “Postive,” he said, his voice a bit strained. One small action like that would not throw him off. He found the first button of Lamar’s shirt and undid it. “It was somewhere over here.” As he moved to the next one he made sure to brush over his skin. Yet he couldn't help but feel like his control over the situation was slowly disappearing.

It was a battle of self-control, but he knew how to play the game, even if it had been a long time ago. With each passing moment he wanted this more and more. All worries from before were gone.

All he wanted was Lamar.

Once their lips met again, initiated by the other. Míngzé put a bit of pressure against him, softly urging him to step back, find a wall or something for support. They couldn’t keep standing just in the middle could they?

A grin spread over his face when he was asked the simple question, but his answer was another kiss. He deepened the kiss, hungry for the man while holding on to his shirt, finding another button.

Panting slightly he tore himself away. “What if I won’t?” he said innocently, breathing against his lips. Another button came undone. He placed a hand against the other's neck.

He would turn it all around. Míngzé inhaled a shaky breath, wanting to lean into the man completely.

It became harder to concentrate on unbuttoning these awfully small buttons. His movements became more desperate and faster, worsening if it did not immediately work. Where the first few once were easy, he now struggled and he was starting to lose his patience with them. His own little game was making it harder for him too.

“That would be a shame,” he mused, his voice a bit shaky. Míngzé placed kisses all over his neck, each one of them more eager.

He found the last button and soon Lamar’s shirt fell open, giving Míngzé free access. His hand trailed down his chest, to his stomach and slightly lower. There was still the cloth between his hand and Lamar, but he did not immediately pull back this time.

Those buttons were a hell, but he could not break them. That would be even harder than simply undoing them all.

Míngzé did exactly why they came here in the first place. He could feel the strong muscles beneath his touch, painting him a fine picture. Although he still had to go for everything.

He smiled when Lamar leaned into him. Míngzé was curious how far he could take the teasing before he would finally break the patience of the other man.

Again he removed his hand, only for him to pull down those pants that were still awfully in his way. With those out of the way, his hand disappeared inside the other’s underwear. This time he let his fingers go over him, teasingly slowly, letting them do the work.

“This more like it?”

A smirk formed on his lips at the sounds that reached his ears. Perhaps it was time to stop the teasing, give the man all he wanted.

But where’s the fun in that?