[ He presses in firmly when Nick tugs them together, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. As he seeks tongue against tongue, David first rubs his fingertips along Nick's waist over his shirt, then tugs the fabric up to trail along bare skin. It's a light touch at first, fingertips grazing waist and hip. Then, he ventures a light nip at Nick's lower lip and tugs a little on his waist, thumbs kneading into the dips of his hips.
He can't help a little grin against the kiss, some combination of being playful, being pleased at the feeling of Nick undoing his buttons, and just... pleased in general that this is now (unexpectedly but delightfully) his night. ]
[ Nick's tongue slides against the one invading his mouth, welcoming that deepened, hungry kiss. Callused fingers brush his bare skin and he flinches in surprise, but it doesn't deter him any. He was so focused on the way David's mouth feels against his that he got kind of lost in it.
He releases a hitched exhale when teeth graze his lip and he resists the urge to tear away the buttons remaining on David's shirt if only to get rid of the obstacle. Instead, he focuses his attention on that and divests him of the stiff olive fabric, throwing it into the corner.
Pulling back so he can catch his breath, he takes time to just drink a little more of David in. His fingers brush over the long, neat braid. The long hair suits him horribly well. He takes a moment to toss his own overshirt away, shoving the suspenders off his shoulders. ]
[ He pauses immediately, feeling that flinch, and pulls back just enough to silently check in. Given that Nick is still busily unbuttoning his uniform, Rook assumes that everything is fine.
When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
[ Nick smirks and nods once in affirmation, not wasting any time splaying his hands against David's naked torso. His fingers trail up and down his sides before exploring the planes of his stomach and sliding his way upward. He takes a nipple between his thumb and index finger, working the bud to hardness.
He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
[ David is not entirely sure how he got this lucky, when Nick smirks at him like that, but he is very grateful regardless.
His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]
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He can't help a little grin against the kiss, some combination of being playful, being pleased at the feeling of Nick undoing his buttons, and just... pleased in general that this is now (unexpectedly but delightfully) his night. ]
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He releases a hitched exhale when teeth graze his lip and he resists the urge to tear away the buttons remaining on David's shirt if only to get rid of the obstacle. Instead, he focuses his attention on that and divests him of the stiff olive fabric, throwing it into the corner.
Pulling back so he can catch his breath, he takes time to just drink a little more of David in. His fingers brush over the long, neat braid. The long hair suits him horribly well. He takes a moment to toss his own overshirt away, shoving the suspenders off his shoulders. ]
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When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
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He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
Pants now. ]
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His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]