"Awesome, because I was definitely gonna blurt that out at the worst moment if it wasn't..."

He's just going to. Keep touching this.

"...and I'm definitely licking the edge soon as I can move my head far enough up."

"I'm going to get off you but you have to resist the urge to pin me or we're never going to make it to the bed."

He does.

He resists this urge with obvious difficulty, and gets to his feet to grab a t-shirt and a pair of pants.

"The bed had better be really close."

Asher doesn't bother to put on a shirt. 

It's two doors down and then Asher is kissing him up against a wall, but this time the wall is in the same room as a king-size bed, so there's progress.

(As if Z actually put on the clothes.)

"I thought–" Kiss. "We were here for the bed?" Kiss.

Asher picks him up and tosses him on the bed. "Better?"

He hits the mattress (pomf!), and laughs.

"Almost!"

He is joined by an Asher, who kisses him. "Better now?"

"Way better."

Making out?

Making out!

"Thought you said something about licking around the arc reactor."

"'M getting there. You're distracting."

He bites Asher's collarbone, first.

"I'm sorry I questioned you!"

Asher hisses when his collarbone is bit.

Collarbone. Chest.

Now arc reactor.

He licks around the edge of the metal, kisses it almost worshipfully.

He moans. "--sensitive--"

Something out there loves him and wants him to be happy.

He licks slowly around the edge again, slides his hand down Asher's abdomen.

Asher seems like he's trying to summon the brain to say something very important. 

"--like you-- like you a lot--"

He grins and laughs and sabotages this effort with a hand in Asher's pants.

Asher bites the nearest bit of Z he can reach, which is Z's burnt upper arm. He's making little moves with his hips that he can't quite control.

(ow <3)

He moans slightly and buries his face in Asher's chest, forgetting momentarily about using his tongue.

He wants to be licked again but communicating this would involve taking his mouth off Z.

Asher grabs Z's hair and pushes his mouth into his chest.

Oh. Good. Another message received.

(From the way his hips squirm, he's a fan of the delivery.)

He applies his tongue with enthusiasm, moaning occasionally into Asher's chest, keeping his hand moving.

Asher expresses his enthusiasm about what's happening by biting Z even harder, like he's clinging to Z by his teeth alone. His hips buck up into Z's hand.

His teeth break skin ('skin'?). There's blood, rich and metallic with the faintest impression of smoke.

Z's breath hitches and he whines as he sucks at the skin around the arc reactor.