kersen | James

James

Kersen was... nervous, which he knew was completely silly. But it had been such a long time since he'd been on a date like this. Even though he and Klaus had gone on dates, it was after they'd already slept together.

He took a lot of care with his appearance. Dressed as a boy, but with his typical androgynous flair. Some makeup, mostly his eyes, and a pair of trousers that he knew made his ass look amazing. Also the cashmere scarf that James had admired.

James had offered to come to his house, so when the doorbell rang he managed to clamp down the butterflies, and answered the door, a smile already on his face.

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The kiss broke eventually, and James pulled back a little. "I've had a truly nice evening."

"Oh so have I," said Kersen, and then smiled a little. "That sounds like a goodbye."

"Would you rather I stayed?" James asked with a smile.

"I definitely wouldn't mind you stayed," Kersen said, seeming almost shy again. He was totally on board with this taking it slow thing, but... he didn't want the night to end.

James leaned in and kissed Kersen again. "I wouldn't mind staying."

Kersen smiled into the kiss. "Thank you for taking things slow," he said softly when it broke. "I feel a real connection with you." He certainly couldn't remember the last time - ever? - he'd been on multiple dates that didn't even end with a kiss. "That was a kiss worth waiting for. And I... can't pretend that I don't want you, but I'm also perfectly willing to keep taking things slow."

"I wasn't aware we were taking things slow," James admitted. "As I said, it's been a while since I went on what one might call a date."

Kersen smiled. "Me too," he confessed. "I guess that's why it feels so different. I'm sorry, I don't mean to get in my head, I just - don't want to mess this up." Okay, that sounded kind of pathetic. "I like you." Not really helping...

James wondered then if Kersen had misunderstood his meaning. "I haven't lived a hermit's life, if that is a concern," he explained.

"No, you don't kiss like a hermit," Kersen said with a little smile. He moved closer, put a hand on James' cheek. "Maybe we should stop talking."

James put a hand through Kersen's hair. "Perhaps we should," he agreed and kissed him again.

Kersen kissed him back, his hand sliding to the back of James' neck, a touch of heat behind it. When it broke he said breathlessly, "Do you want to see the etchings in my bedroom?"

James' eyes narrowed, amused and a little more than that too. Turned on, for lack of a better word. "Oh dear. Are you trying to seduce me?" Then, against Kersen's lips. "I would love to see them."

Kersen found that he very much liked that expression on James' face.

It wasn't the first time that he was reminded a bit of Hannibal - not in a direct way, but it was the feeling that Kersen got when someone with such good taste, and rather buttoned up, wanted to taste him. So to speak. (And yes, there were many reasons why associating someone with Hannibal was not a good idea, so he tried to suppress it - but there was still no denying that that feeling turned him on quite a bit.)

He stole one more kiss, and then took James' hand and pulled him out of the sewing room and into the bedroom. He left over overhead lights off and turned on just the lamps, then pressed himself against James and kissed him again.

"I'm afraid this is dreadful lighting for the observation of art work, particularly of fine drawings," James offered. Then. "How fortunate we're not here for that." Tentatively he reached down for the buttons on Kersen's shirt, to undo them.

Kersen quirked a smile. "Well if you decide you want a better look, just let me know." He said this as he shrugged the unbuttoned shirt off of his shoulder, revealing more of his tattoos. The most visible were on both arms: the Hindu goddess Durga, a tiger orchid, the French word androgène, a Buddhist third eye, a zen circle symbol, the Chinese character for "control." The Chinese character for "strength" was tattooed above his heart.

He loosened James' tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt then as well.

Tattoos had fallen from grace at some point, but James had always rather liked them. On others. He had never considered tainting his own body with them, ever.

He might ask Kersen about some of the more elaborate ones at some point, but not now.

Now he was involved with helping Kersen get him out of his shirt. He was rather average. Not too lean, not muscular by far. More notable was the paleness of his skin, which was English through and through.

He kissed Kersen again. "You're beautiful," he said.

Kersen smiled softly at him. "So are you." It wasn't a striking, stunning kind of beauty, more a quiet one, and Kersen liked looking at him more and more. He pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He bent his head and kissed James' shoulder.

"First times are always both exciting and a little awkward," he said softly, a little smile on his lips. "Do you have any suggestions for making it more of the former and less of the latter?"

It was a first time, in a way; the first time with a vampire. James didn't know if there were specific requirements, or expectations that he ought to consider and now, suddenly,he realized there might be. "Are there any requirements I ought to take into account in your specific case?" He asked quietly, as he leaned in to kiss Kersen's neck and gently nudged them to the bed.

Kersen had simply meant their first time together, and he was definitely feeling the excitement, at least.

"There are not," Kersen said in answer to his question. "Either as a vampire or as a man." He was absolutely not going to bite him. And Kersen was sexually... flexible. But he didn't have a great read on James, which was one reason he'd asked.

He threaded threaded their fingers together and walked towards the bed with him. Then urged James to sit, and straddled his lap, kissing him again.

James wasn't uncomfortable or awkward at all. Sex was a separate compartment in his mind and he could enjoy it in many ways and forms, separately of anything.

He rather liked Kersen on his lap. It didn't seem awkward at all to him. But he guessed Kersen might need a little... assurance. He knew he could be difficult to read.

He kissed Kersen again and against his lips he whispered. "I'd rather like to fuck you." A beat. "If that would be to your liking."

Kersen shivered, and then nodded. "Oh yes, that would be very much to my liking." He kissed him again, long and slow, before getting the last awkward part out of the way. "I do have condoms, though... I can't actually carry disease. I really don't mind either way, it's entirely up to you." He kept condoms because it was entirely understandable to him why a human would want to use one anyway. (And for the very rare times he slept with someone who didn't know he was a vampire.)

Now, that was an added bonus. Condoms came into fashion in the eighties, but before that, he'd not known different that without. "I wouldn't mind foregoing them," he admitted. Then he tugged at Keesen's waistband. "Let's rid you of that last barrier, then."

Kersen wet his lips and climbed off of James' lap so that he could pushed down his trousers and underwear. He was half hard already, and lazily slid his hand down to his cock to give it a stroke. "You, too," he said, his eyes glinting, and then reached down to hook his fingers into the waistband of James' trousers.

James stood, so that Kersen could help him out of his clothes and underwear. He was half hard himself.

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