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[It's easy enough to guide someone into this, with the hand on the back of Bailey's head acting like a point of reference. He feels that grip against his shirt and smiles very faintly as he tilts his head, presses in closer, parts his lips just slightly and tightens his grip on their arm.

His fingers card slowly through Bailey's hair, and the side of his thumb finds the base of one spiral horn.]

[The horns are something that Bailey hasn't thought about, much, since they've grown in. They were one of the first parts of their change, and they had had time to adjust.

That didn't prepare them for how that touch would feel.

They try to hold back a moan, but it just comes out as an embarrassing squeak. Their hands tug at his shirt and they pull back from the kiss, taking a shaky breath.]

Sorry, sorry. I... Wasn't expecting that.

[His hand had drifted there as something familiar and natural, but he twitches that light touch away the moment that Bailey flinches. His hands don't quite leave their hair, however, as he looks up curiously.]

I didn't mean to startle you. [That squeak hadn't sounded like a bad squeak. It sounded like a noise made in the effort of holding something else in.]

Should I not do it again?

Um.

[Oh, they're so very, very out of their depth. They blink at him, a little stupidly, before shaking their head slowly.]

N-no. It felt... Good.

[A beat.]

So you can do it as much as you want.

... Understood.

[And as he lightly pulls Bailey down to kiss them again that same hand slowly strays back to where it was, brushing a light touch around the base of one horn before slowly curling around it, tucking the firm shape into the space between his thumb and forefinger.

There's no need to rush anything.]

[They're prepared for the touch this time, and the noise they make is much less embarrassing for them. They're not sure whether to lean into the touch or the kiss, before deciding on the kiss. Their lips part as they press closer, making up the distance they put between them.

Their hands uncurl from Red Wine's shirt, smoothing the fabric back into place apologetically before settling back on his hips. Their tail starts wagging again, and their ears twitch, occasionally brushing Red Wine's arm.]

[It's a better noise, he thinks, and it doesn't go unnoticed. Nor do the tentative movements of Bailey's hands, or the way their ear twitches against his arm. He traces the shape of the horn under his hand, lightly around the spiral to the tip and back, and leans up into the kiss to deepen it.

It's nice.]

Let's sit. [He mutters, barely drawing back to say it.]

[They relax under his touch, leaning down into the kiss. It’s... Nice. Really nice, actually, and they’re surprised by that, somehow. They’re glad they decided to take this risk; even though they have no idea where things are going to go, but that doesn’t matter. They’ve never really lived in the moment, but why not start now?

When Red Wine suggests sitting, all they can do is nod dumbly before their words catch up to them.]

Yeah, yeah. Please.

[He chuckles, letting his hands slip down to the crooks of Bailey's elbows. Lightly, he snags a hand and takes them to the neatly made bed.

Red Wine sits down first. He curls one leg up under him and leans back on one hand with his head faintly tilted.]

You sure you're alright?

[They hesitate for a moment, before settling on the bed next to him. Their knee brushes Red Wine’s, and they place their hands on their thighs.

They look at Red Wine through their lashes, before nodding.]

I’m as alright as I think I can be.

[There's a soft, low ache in the centre of his chest that he idly identifies as the replacement for what would be a racing heartbeat, if that was something that still happened to him. Bailey may be taller than he is, but they still have this certain fragility about them that makes the pit of his stomach flutter.]

Hm... [He hums softly, reaching out for one of the faun's hands.] Is there something you're curious about..? Or should I lead.

[A million thoughts run through their head at the question, and they have no idea what to say. There's so many things they could think of doing with Red Wine, but... They don't know how much is too much or even how to articulate what they want.]

It might be better if you lead.

[They thread their fingers together, looking down at their joined hands.]

And you'll stop if I say so, right?

You only have to say it.

[Or they may not even have to say it. Red Wine can read body language as well as he can understand someone verbally telling him to stop. This seems simple so far. Bailey is unsure, but not backing off yet.

He shifts back, lightly tugging to draw them along with him, and he smiles.]

I promise. Come here.

Okay. I trust you.

[The words are softly spoken, and they let theirself get pulled along, leaning over Red Wine. They shift, pulling their legs onto the bed and settling on their knees - distantly, they hope their hooves won't get caught in the bedding and tear anything.

They rest their other hand on Red Wine's shoulder, trying very hard not to put too much weight on him.]

Just... Tell me what to do, I guess.

Don't worry about leaning on me. You won't hurt me.

[Hell, he's dealt with worse. A bit of weight on him won't do him any harm.]

Just relax... come up next to me here. [The height difference isn't an issue when they're not standing up, and Red Wine slides his hand around Bailey's back and settles it in the base of their spine.]

Put your hands anywhere you like.

[They're still worried about hurting him, though! But they suppose it's silly - they're not sure if the same is true for the vampires here, but they know back home they're made of sturdier stuff than a human. (And, besides, despite Bailey's height they don't weigh particularly much.)

They pause for a moment, working something out in their mind before they shuffle, swinging their leg over Red Wine's hip and straddling his waist. They lean in for a quick kiss, hand moving to cup his cheek.]

[The move is an unexpected one and Red Wine lets out a little huff of surprise. He smiles crookedly up at them, resting his hands on their thighs while he tilts his head up to that soft kiss. His eyes shut for a moment then open again, the colour of fresh-spilled blood, and he lightly leans his cheek into the touch against it.

So, Bailey does know what they want.

He runs both hands up higher, lingering at the angle of their hips then curling his fingers around them. He lifts his knees slightly and softly bites his lower lip.]

[They smile down at him in response, still feeling a little shy and like they're being far too bold. But... They just want. Maybe it's just part and parcel of being a faun, now, and maybe they're getting in over their head, but... They want, and they've been allowed the opportunity to indulge in those wants.

They stroke their thumb across his cheek, taking a moment to meet Red Wine's eyes.]

...You're really handsome.

[They laugh under their breath at that, shaking their head before leaning in for another, deeper kiss.]

Mm. [He hums softly against the lips pressed to his. An 'I know' and a 'thank you' combined because while Red Wine is well aware of his aesthetic appeal he is also not ungracious to those who notice it. Especially not in situations like this one.

His hands wander idly. One up to Bailey's hair again, burying into the dark locks and gently grasping. The other trailing the hem of their sweater before dipping beneath it and finding the curve of their hip.

Bailey is far warmer than he is. He can't help but want to touch.]

[They close their eyes, resting their hands on his shoulders and pressing closer until they’re almost chest to chest. The feeling of a cool hand against their hip draws a shiver out of them - they’re no stranger to cold hands, but they’ve never been touched like this.

They squirm on top of him, feeling flushed and over-warm despite how little they’re actually wearing. They pull back slightly, resting their forehead against his and taking a steadying breath. This is... A lot.]

[The vampire doesn't need to breathe. A side effect of his condition. But he still pulls in a deep and shuddering breath when Bailey breaks away from him. His hand stays where it is, resting just where dark fur blends up into skin, and he moves his thumb slowly against the tantalising warmth.]

Take your time. [Red Wine murmurs, and the hand in their hair moves to stroke lightly over one soft ear.]

There's no rush.

What if I want to rush?

[They smile crookedly at Red Wine, reaching up to brush some of his hair away from his face. They're clearly joking, slowly gaining more confidence.

Their ear twitches, and Bailey makes a soft noise in their throat.]

What if I don't want to take my time?

Well.

[Bailey is surprising him more and more. He shifts slightly, brushing his hand from their hip across to their stomach, sliding his fingers up beneath their clothes.

They are slimmer than they seem under all this fabric. Soft.]

Then I would say I'd have to indulge you.

[They laugh softly, under their breath, before pulling back. Their hands go to the hem of their sweater, and they pull it and their shirt off in one - admittedly awkward - motion. They're a little embarrassed by the sports bra they're wearing - it's not exactly the sexiest underwear you could wear, is it? - but they push that down.

Their skin is pale, but marred. Their shoulders, arms and the base of their throat are littered with small, circular scars that seem to be in pairs, and there's a long, thin scar on their stomach, just a few inches from their belly button.

They look down at Red Wine, cocking their head.]

Yeah? Not indulge yourself?

[He's fully appreciative as he watches Bailey take off their sweater and shirt, glancing offside to where the items fall and then back to the pale skin now revealed to him. He props himself up on one elbow, his fingertips moving curiously from one set of twin marks to another--

There's a strange, swooping drop in the pit of his stomach when he realises he knows exactly what those marks are, and a noisy beast in the back of his mind that takes immediate notice. His only tell is a faint shiver, a slight dilation of the pupils, but he turns his attention quickly to the scar on their stomach instead, trailing one finger down it to the indent of Bailey's navel.]

Me? [He mutters.] I'm letting you set the pace, but, if you'd like me to be more forceful--

[And here, he slips both hands beneath Bailey's thighs and sits up, lifting the slender faun and settling them more securely in his lap. A heated press of lips warms their collar bone, followed by a gentle nip against the skin.]

I could.

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