[Chazz loves making out. Not as much as he loves dueling, winning, and stepping all over people, but god he loves it. With Jaden, it's like another competition, sometimes it's fucking annoying and other times it's great and fun, but mostly fucking annoying. Sometimes he regrets coming to terms with feelings, because calming Jaden down enough to get him focused on kissing instead of some pecks here and there and then suddenly he wants to go outside and do something is just. it's horrible. It makes him angry. His kisses are hard and frustrated and he holds onto Jaden's head and neck as tight as he can, doesn't let him escape, and rewards calmer moments with some affectionate scritches through his hair--not that he's, y'know, trying to be gentle or anything no way.]
[He glances at the clock that he strategically placed in his room so that he could check the time when he and Jaden were in their same positions to see how long it took for Jaden to bounce right up and go do things. Today is indeed a record, and he's calm but not a dead fish, and Chazz is much too pleased with this. As always, he's tugged Jaden to be on top of him, somehow, and in the haze of kissing and sighing and small growls for dominance he's nearly wrapped his legs around every part of Jaden he can. Like, literally around him, as in Jaden is in between his legs because he's spread his legs for Jaden fucking Yuki and is gently tugging at his hair and letting the moment just flow through them and good god he would rather die than let someone catch him like this. It'd be worse if they weren't sort of upright, with Chazz leaning against propped up pillows and legs otherwise relaxed on either side of Jaden, sort of folding under his legs and yeah whatever.]
[He has the feeling he's more aware that he's hard, Jaden's hard, and that the spikes of arousal are from Jaden fucking humping him, crotch-to-crotch. It's not even playful nervous grinding, it's hard and shallow and Chazz's breathing is getting more labored. He's on the verge of not being able to hold up this making out thing, because their groins feel so good pressing together like this, and Jaden's sighing and shuddering and it's so quiet other than the sounds of breathing and scratching fabric and it is kind of driving him nuts.]
[And, honestly, he's still not sure if Jaden knows what he's doing. Like, literally, not the naive unsureness, just the way he gets when he's on a roll, acts on instinct, that's what this feels like and it feels awesome. He's trying hard not to make much of a sound, because maybe if he doesn't he'll start talking and not kissing and he doesn't know what would happen after that. His kissing grows hungrier, fingers gripping harder at Jaden's head, and he hates himself for the overly pleased "ahh" that comes out when he meant to exhale. First one to make a sound, how pathetic.]
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[He glances at the clock that he strategically placed in his room so that he could check the time when he and Jaden were in their same positions to see how long it took for Jaden to bounce right up and go do things. Today is indeed a record, and he's calm but not a dead fish, and Chazz is much too pleased with this. As always, he's tugged Jaden to be on top of him, somehow, and in the haze of kissing and sighing and small growls for dominance he's nearly wrapped his legs around every part of Jaden he can. Like, literally around him, as in Jaden is in between his legs because he's spread his legs for Jaden fucking Yuki and is gently tugging at his hair and letting the moment just flow through them and good god he would rather die than let someone catch him like this. It'd be worse if they weren't sort of upright, with Chazz leaning against propped up pillows and legs otherwise relaxed on either side of Jaden, sort of folding under his legs and yeah whatever.]
[He has the feeling he's more aware that he's hard, Jaden's hard, and that the spikes of arousal are from Jaden fucking humping him, crotch-to-crotch. It's not even playful nervous grinding, it's hard and shallow and Chazz's breathing is getting more labored. He's on the verge of not being able to hold up this making out thing, because their groins feel so good pressing together like this, and Jaden's sighing and shuddering and it's so quiet other than the sounds of breathing and scratching fabric and it is kind of driving him nuts.]
[And, honestly, he's still not sure if Jaden knows what he's doing. Like, literally, not the naive unsureness, just the way he gets when he's on a roll, acts on instinct, that's what this feels like and it feels awesome. He's trying hard not to make much of a sound, because maybe if he doesn't he'll start talking and not kissing and he doesn't know what would happen after that. His kissing grows hungrier, fingers gripping harder at Jaden's head, and he hates himself for the overly pleased "ahh" that comes out when he meant to exhale. First one to make a sound, how pathetic.]