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[ossie_oswald]

"Send me a kiss by wire~"

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[ossie_oswald]

"Not overly well, I must say," Ossie gently teases back, not wanting to be outdone. A hand snakes up to cup the back of Giles' head, his immaculately maintained nails pressing gently into his scalp. In the earlier days of their relationship, he would've balked at the very idea of this. At hurting Giles purposefully. But he's learned the joy that can come from being the happy recipient- of allowing Giles to do things for him. This is... the same, in reverse, really. The prospect of seeing welts on Giles' skin...

"Carry your darling up to the bedroom?"

[ring_for_giles]

Any response Giles might have to the teasing abandons him entirely with the press of nails, his mouth falling slightly open with the promise it brings.

The request is answered with a hungry kiss as he scoops Ossie up easily into his arms. He doesn't rush exactly, but there is a distinct urgency in his steps as he carries Oswald to the bedroom.

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie half-cackles, reaching his arms around either side of Giles' neck to help hold himself up.

"My handsome man- oh I bet that brilliant mind of yours is just racing with ideas, isn't it? My darling boy. If I bite your ear, do you think you'll make it up the stairs?"

[ring_for_giles]

Giles growls, eyes dark as he looks down at Ossie. He genuinely doesn't know the answer to that question, because, yes, his mind is racing and in the best way possible. Anticipation and the newly opened possiblities blending into a cocktail of pure need.

"Why don't you find out?"

[ossie_oswald]

That's all the permission he needs; Ossie bites into Giles' earlobe like a starved man at a feast. Not hard enough to draw blood yet, he still needs to gauge Giles' limits, but by the Wyrd he's fantasized about this for so long that he can scarcely contain himself.

[ring_for_giles]

His breath catches, and Giles has to hold Ossie tighter to keep from dropping him. Everything focuses down onto that one point of pain, the tight, sharp pressure on his earlobe, and the rush it brings.

"Ossie," he groans, already breathless "please"

Turns out the answer is no, they're not going to make it up the stairs.