we need a break, leave us alone

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[Nathan's lab coat is tangling in his legs and he can't move the way he wants to with it constricting him. He'll have to get up to take it off eventually, but he wants to delay it as long as possible so he can feel Zay getting hard underneath him.

He reaches up to his shoulder to unfasten the first few buttons.]

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[Nathan moves differently, and Zay opens his eyes to see him working on his coat. He rushes to help, wanting to get the damn thing out of the way as quickly as possible.]

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[Nathan braces his hands on either side of Zay and pushes himself up a few inches so Zay can get at the buttons more easily. And when it's done, he lowers himself again so he can reach around to the small of his back and try to find that last damned button.]

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Let me. [It's an excuse to wrap his arm around Nathan, on top of just being more efficient.

... and, while he's at it, he presses his mouth and teeth against Nathan's throat, more exposed now that his coat is loose.]

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[He gives a short, soft moan at the feel of Zay's teeth on his throat and his hips roll without his conscious permission, instinctively seeking friction. Although it doesn't make unbuttoning his lab coat any easier.]

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[Oh, god. That -- all of that, Nathan's movement, his moan -- goes straight to Zay's cock. A gasp escapes him, and the buttons slip out of his fingers. If he has any hope of getting Nathan out of his coat, he'll need to hold off on his neck for now, but it's incredibly difficult to resist the urge to continue with more enthusiasm. He already loves this. Alright -- Alright, there. Buttons done. There.]

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[With the buttons undone, the lab coat is even more of a tangled mess of cloth than before. It helps give Nathan the willpower to push himself off Zay and stand up so he can pull the sleeves down off his arms and messily fold the lab coat up and set it on the coffee table away from the not-quite-empty glasses of whiskey.

The tenting at the front of his trousers is more obvious now with the lab coat gone. Nathan wants to go right back to Zay, lie on top of him, press against him, kiss him, but enough of his pragmatic inner voice remains and it's prodding him to at least take off his boots while he has the opportunity.]

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[It's tempting to lounge there and wait, but Zay knows he ought to strip out of his coat, too. So, with a sigh, he sits up and works on unbuttoning and shucking his coat.

(Except instead of folding it, like Nathan, Zay just drops it off the side of the couch.)]

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[Nathan picks up Zay's discarded coat, folds it, and puts it on top of his own. Now that he's not quite as distracted, he's capable of thinking more than five seconds ahead.]

I need to get something. Stay here.

[He leans down over Zay and kisses him deeply, hand cupping the back of Zay's head.]

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[That "something" had better be lube, Zay thinks to himself, but then Nathan is kissing him and he's melting. He grasps Nathan's wrist, simply to hold, for another point of contact.]

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[Nathan ends the kiss, runs the fingers of his free hand through Zay's hair, and then slowly draws away.]

I'll be back quickly.

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You'd better. Otherwise, I might start without you.

[... Zay hopes he won't regret saying that.]

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Oh God...

[Nathan takes Zay's hand and presses it to the front of Nathan's trousers and whimpers. But...he needs to focus on his goal. Getting lube from the bedroom and coming back.]

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[Zay feels his cock, more directly than before, and he unconsciously wets his lips. He only has the chance for one solid grope before Nathan is gone again, away to -- undoubtedly, now -- retrieve the lube. Zay decides to take advantage of the brief time alone to strip entirely (again, not bothering to fold his clothes). He reclines back on the couch again and waits, and... hopes he isn't going to look like a complete idiot.]

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[Nathan fetches the lube from his nightstand drawer and returns quickly. He doesn't want to keep Zay waiting.

When he returns and sees Zay undressed and stretched out on the couch for him, he pauses just long enough to scan Zay from head to toe and then tosses the lube onto the coffee table and strips off his shirt, throws it to the floor and slides back on top of Zay to press wet, open mouthed kisses across his chest.

He probably should have removed his trousers, too, but the need to feel skin on skin was too urgent and his patience only stretched so far.]

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[Zay apparently doesn't look like a complete idiot, not with the way Nathan looks at him, looks him over. Seeing Nathan -- meticulous, precise Nathan -- be in such a rush to touch him, to be on top of him, that he's messy sends a new thrill through Zay. He's grinning broady as Nathan descends upon him again.]

Mmmm... [He combs his fingers through Nathan's hair again. The direct contact, the feel of Nathan's mouth on his skin, it all makes Zay's eyes flutter.] Yes, that's good.

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I should have...been more patient. [He continues his kisses between his words.]

Now I'm annoyed that I'll have to move again to take my pants off.

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[Zay snickers.] Well, you're certainly not going to hear my ego complain. I'm rather flattered.

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You should be. [Because Nathan's ego is equally healthy.]

I'm not like this with just anyone. Or...anyone at all in the last decade.

[He wants Zay to know that this matters.]

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[Zay thinks he feels his heart skip a beat at that. The giddy feeling of being able to break Nathan's patterns, at seeing how much Nathan wants him, changes shape to something more self-conscious and almost timid. Nathan wants him. Nathan wants him. He gently brushes his knuckles down the side of Nathan's face and tries to find his words.] Longer, for me. [Much longer. It's been so very, very long. Enrico was... god, they dated back in their school years. Yes. Yes, it matters. And that it matters to Nathan as well, is...]

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Oh.

[Nathan didn't think that Zay had been with anyone since Nathan had known him, but one never knows for certain. It's reassuring to know that this matters to Zay as much as it does to Nathan. It's not a fling. They don't do flings.]

I'll...uh...I'll make sure I go slowly.

[He falls back on something practical while his heart is pounding and his whole body feels warm, even half-dressed as he is.]

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[Zay huffs softly, grinning slightly, trying not to think too hard about the years.]

So long as you're careful, you don't need to go slow. [A beat, then, with a more genuine edge to his grin,] I'll get impatient, otherwise.

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[Nathan smiles in return.]

All right.

[He rolls his hips once against Zay and then gets up to remove his pants. Like he should have done earlier.]

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[Mmmm, damn. Just a taste, another tease, and then Nathan's off of him again. But hopefully for the last time.

Zay sits up on his elbows to get a better view, watching with open lust.] I'm so looking forward to this.

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Me undressing? I hope it's not a disappointment.

[He unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear down together and steps out of them, leaving his flushed cock exposed and bobbing in the air as he reaches down for the lube and crawls back on the couch between Zay's legs.]