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dimitri, nineteen; goodness gracious, i can't seem to stop calling it off. calling it off just to keep crawling to your arms.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

“Something tells me that’s not possible, but I could try,” Chandler laughs against Dimitri’s lips, enjoying the kiss too much to pull away. He can feel something in the depths of his chest; a kind of weightlessness that makes him want to just let go and be completely himself around Dimitri. Another part of him wants to stop all of this before it becomes something because he has this sinking feeling that it will. The former is winning. 

It seems to be all of a sudden that he’s pants-less and kneeling between Dimitri’s legs, sighing at the way his lips explore his chest. “Thanks, I try,” Chandler replies casually, running his fingers through Dimitri’s wavy hair to keep him right where he is, but he quickly changes his mind. He leans back only slightly as to not fall off the bed and pushes on the other boy’s chest to get him on his back, but not before removing both of their shirts. Chandler takes half a second to look down at Dimitri before leaning down over him to kiss him again, slowly working his way down to the waistline of his pants and stopping there. His eyes flicker up at Dimitri as he slides two fingers under his pants to pull the material down just a bit, and licks the freshly exposed skin.

Dimitri really hates that he’s feeling guilty at a moment like this, as if he’s deceiving Chandler by not being honest about who he really is. And it’s not like he’s lying about anything, it’s just that Chandler doesn’t remember him and he hasn’t had the guts to bring it up in case it ruins everything. To be fair, he was hoping his memory would come flooding back before all of this unfolded, but it’s all happened very fast. He feels like now, with Chandler’s face literal inches from his dick, would not be a good time to bring it up. “No, you don’t,” he murmurs, calling his bluff. Chandler’s always been effortlessly attractive, this much he knows for certain.

He also comes off as experienced, like he knows what he’s doing, whereas Dimitri is a little bit swept up by it all. It’s not like he’s never been in this position before, but he’s not the type to hook up so quickly. Maybe it’s the fact he already knows Chandler that has him feeling comfortable, but luckily he doesn’t have time to question it, because the way Chandlers lips are moving down his body are making it hard to form rational thoughts. He keeps his fingers firmly wrapped around the back of his neck, breath hitching noticeably when his tongue brushes his skin and he follows it up with a soft chuckle at his own expense. He’s already straining embarrassingly against his boxers but he's trying to relax and enjoy the moment; the last thing he wants is to get a chance with his childhood crush and have it end too soon. He lets his fingers drift up into his hair, playing with the bleached strands as a distraction from his increasing heart rate.

[wydchandler]

“Yeah?” Chandler whispers against Dimitri’s skin, nipping at it softly. “Where do you want them?” He continues kissing Dimitri’s neck, fingertips feeling the definition of his muscles through his shirt. His hips are tingling from the boy’s touch and he wants desperately to feel that all over. Being pulled by his shirt is definitely arousing, especially when Dimitri is looking at him like that.

Chandler runs his fingers through Dimitri’s hair, peering down at him as he kisses his stomach. He lifts his shirt off, dropping it to the floor carelessly, hoping Dimitri will take advantage of all the extra skin he’s just exposed. His hands are at the waist of his own sweatpants in no time, eager to get all his clothes off. Suddenly, it’s too hot in the dorm room and he feels like the fabric is suffocating him.  

[dimitrifck]

Chandler’s bedroom voice is better than his regular voice, if that’s even possible. Maybe it’s because it’s just muffled into his skin, and he can physically feel his words as they leave his mouth due to how close they are, but he swears there’s a difference. “Everywhere,” he admits, a slight rush of blood moving to his cheeks. “Anywhere you want.” Right now he kind of just wants them on his, it’s his new favorite thing-- kissing him, that is. He pulls him down towards him by the back of his neck, lips catching his in another kiss that almost makes him forget where they are and what they’re doing.

“Don’t,” he says, interrupting Chandler as his hand moves to his pants and replacing it with his own. “Let me do it,” he requests, as it suddenly becomes important to him that he be the one to take his clothes off. He pulls the loose material down over his hips, and it’s like he’s the one who’s practically naked because he feels exposed-- like it must be plainly written all over his face how bad he wants this. “Shit,” he whispers, opening his legs and gently tugging on Chandler’s hand to pull him into the space between them, bringing him closer so he can start kissing down his chest again. “You’re really hot.”

[stylesharold]

[wydchandler]

Chandler shrugs, “Dunno, never been in one.”  He follows Dimitri’s gaze to his desk, fascinated at how the boy seems to want to soak everything in. The same goes for himself as he stares at Dimitri, cautiously stepping closer to him. Handcuffs forgotten on the bedside table (the sound they make as they hit the wood seems out of place in the quietude), Chandler comfortably wraps his hand around the back of the brunet’s neck to pull him in for a slow kiss. 

“Right now I just want to kiss every inch of you…that alright?” he whispers while pulling away, his hands at Dimitri’s waist now. He’s itching to get the other boy’s clothes off, to feel how (probably) soft and warm his skin is, heart racing at the mere thought. Chandler kisses down Dimitri’s neck with two fingers dipping into the collar of his shirt to tug at it. “Want you so bad,” he breathes, lips pressed to the skin behind Dimitri’s ear.

[dimitrifck]

Dimitri’s never been great at small talk, so he’s kind of relieved for the excuse to stop talking, Chandler’s lips on his skin stunning him into silence. The blond’s words are giving him goosebumps, and he’s wanted this for so long that he wants to take it slow, really enjoy it, but it’s hard to be anything but impatient when he’s breathing against his neck and whispering in his ear that he wants him. 

“I’d like that a lot,” he chokes out, tentatively wrapping his fingers around Chandler’s waist and dropping his head to the side to give him more room. He feels warm all over and he can taste his heartbeat in his throat as he clutches onto Chandler’s shirt a little tighter, using it to pull him as he steps backwards and leads them to the bed. He sits down once he reaches it, glancing up at him as he starts pushing Chandler’s shirt up his chest, leaning in so that he can kiss the exposed skin as he undresses him.

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[wydchandler]

Chandler takes the accessory from Dimitri with the quirk of an eyebrow. “I invited you personally, it’d be rude to not let you in,” he says matter-of-fact. Last time he checked, scarves weren’t this heavy, so he does the smart thing and unwraps it and what he finds he wasn’t expecting in the slightest. Chandler eyes the brunet, stepping aside so he could walk in. “Come in,” he smiles.

“This isn’t a fraternity or anything, no password.” Chandler chuckles, shutting the door once Dimitri’s in. While he’s done this before, he doesn’t know if immediately jumping the boy’s bones is the best idea. Will that scare him off? Does Dimitri expect to spend the night after? Have breakfast? If he wants to leave right after, will that sting more than it should? He’s already too fucking attached and it sucks. “So, you actually brought these, huh?” he asks, holding up the handcuffs, the cool metal heavy in his hands.

[dimitrifck]

Dimitri accepts Chandler’s invitation, stepping inside and doing a quick once over of his living space. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s not much different from his own which comes as a surprise to him. The fact that they have anything in common besides their institution of choice comes as a surprise to him, but the more time they spend together the less reasons he sees not to. Either he’s just hopelessly naive and too blinded by his stupid crush or a lot more has changed since middle school than he initially thought.

“Do fraternities have passwords?” he asks, shrugging his coat off and draping it over the back of the chair by his desk. “I thought they just had initiations.” Not that he knows anything about fraternities besides what he’s seen from TV. He lingers by the desk, glancing over the various papers and textbooks scattered across its surface, but Chandler’s words jolt him back to attention. He doesn’t even have to look to know what he’s found but he turns around anyways, nodding slowly. “I didn’t know if you were serious about using them, but I was, so... it’s up to you.”

[wydchandler]

Chandler gets a rush after messaging Dimitri his room number. It reminds him of when he lost his virginity; a text from a senior who wasn’t exactly gay, or so he said. Chandler was merely a release for the guy, and while it should’ve been degrading he couldn’t help but feel wanted in the moment. The situation is also unlike that in many ways: he knows Dimitri well enough, he plans on sleeping with him again, he plans on seeing him again. He feels good about that.

He’ll deny jumping at the sound of a fist hitting the door to whoever asks (it’s not like anyone will, but he’ll deny it to himself, then). Chandler stands from his desk chair to answer, but not before looking through the peephole to see Dimitri, red-cheeked and anxious. He finally pulls the door open after a few beats to put the poor kid out of misery. “There’s a price to enter. One scarf, please,” he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame. 

[dimitrifck]

Fuck, he looks gorgeous. He doesn’t know why he’d expect anything less but it never ceases to make his stomach do a flip-flop. The realization that he may actually get to sleep with said gorgeous human being makes his stomach flip-flop again. It needs to stop doing that, or he might literally puke, which is not the kind of mess he was hoping to make tonight. “Is that all?” he asks flirtatiously (he’s trying, at least), and hands over the forgotten garment. “I was expecting a heftier toll.”

He’s oblivious to anyone walking by, anyone in the world besides Chandler, careless as to if the whole world knows he’s a booty call or not. Does he look like a booty call? Maybe he should have worn less clothes. Then again, if all goes well he’s going to be taking them off irregardless. “Can I come in, then?” he asks, nodding towards the bedroom. He really wants to touch him, but he’s not quite bold enough to try that anywhere else but behind closed doors. “Or is there a secret password, too?”

[dimitrifck]

Dimitri has found himself in a very odd situation, to say the least. It’s frigid outside but Dimitri is sweating, and he kind of wants to throw up but in a good way, if that even makes sense. He doesn’t know if Chandler was serious about bringing the hand cuffs, but after several minutes of debating he decided to bring them along, just in case. He’s got Chandler’s scarf folded and tucked under his arm and they’re wrapped up inside it, so it’s not like anyone can see them or knows they’re there but he can’t help but feel embarrassed. He blushes every time someone makes eye contact and even though he’s taking all the less populated stairwells, it happens several times.

When he finally arrives at room 307, it’s bittersweet. He knows he’s a booty call, and it’s not that he’s opposed to the idea, but he also knows that Chandler is far more experienced than he is. What made him invite Dimitri over when he probably has dozens of sexually active people on speed dial is beyond him, but Chandler has obviously set some kind of expectations from him and he’s scared to disappoint; to fuck this up (whatever this is) before it even starts. He raises his knuckles reluctantly to the door and knocks, the knots in his stomach tightening with anticipation.

[wydchandler]

I dunno, I kind of want to see you ruin my scarf. Handcuffs are nice, but if you move too much you’ll bruise. Could be hot, though. How about you bring my scarf and your handcuffs to my dorm, and we’ll see what happens?

[dimitrifck]

That’s okay, I wouldn’t mind. I’m starting to think you left your scarf in my car on purpose so you’d have an excuse for me to come over. You could have just asked, I would have said yes. Where’s your room? I’ll leave right now.

[aimematch-archive-deactivated20]

well this social situation isn’t going the way i acted it out in the shower

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

Okay, wait. Are you telling me that you–possibly the least kinky person I’ve met, or so it seems–have handcuffs? The fuck do you use them for?

They were a gag gift, I’ve never actually used ‘em. We can though, if you wanna. You wouldn’t want to ruin a perfectly good scarf.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

Um. Or, I could tie your hands together and hold them above your head? But I can just wear it around my neck, if… you’d rather I do that. I guess.

Oh. You sure you wouldn’t rather just use handcuffs? I have some you can borrow, if you want.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

That’s great, we can put it to good use now. Have any ideas?

You could wear it around your neck if you get cold...?

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

It does. Oh yeah? I like calling you babe. 

I found your scarf, by the way.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

Have I? Because I didn’t get to mention how I’m dying to tug on your hair while I fuck you from behind. You do that, babe.

That sounds... nice. I like it when you call me babe.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

I’ll eat your chips just to spite you. For starters, you’re undeniably attractive. I simply want to have sex, I’m particularly interested in what kind of noises you’d make, I’ll have done a disservice if I don’t get you to suck me off with your fucking mouth– should I go on?

Wow, okay. You can stop, you’ve painted a vivid enough picture. I’m... gonna go clean out my car.

[dimitrifck]

wydchandler:

Thanks; very much. I hate mayonnaise. Well, I was inviting myself to your car to hopefully have sex, but if you don’t like cramped spaces a bed’s fine too.

Good, then you won’t eat my chips. You want to have sex with me? Why?