[Well Elfangor is pantsless... though he suspects that the was of cloth he feels wrapped around his foot may possibly be his boxer briefs. But he's not quite awake enough to be sure of that.
He wraps his arms more securely around Matt and tugs him close. Mm, cuddling.]
[He's not particularly inclined to get up, or worry about minute things like, oh, not knowing where the hell they are. They're in a bed, and it's nice and warm here; that's good enough for him.]
Mm, yes, unless... [Unless there was alcohol or weed involved. Particularly a combination of the two. That could account for it. But, after a moment's consideration, he realizes that his mouth does not taste funny, and he does not have a raging hangover either.] Huh. Well that is strange.
[Even so, he can't quite muster enough concern to further investigate just now. Not when he's so transfixed on Matt's shoulder, and so he starts nibbling there lazily.]
[Matt automatically tips his head to the side to bare more of his neck, humming quietly. No one else in the bed, no wedding rings, no weirdness but the memory loss? In the grand scheme of things, this is pretty nice.]
[He slowly works his way up Matt's neck, giving a quiet hum against the warm skin. He could easily fall back to sleep like this, as comfortable as this is... but he has other things on his mind now, and so he rumbles against Matt's ear,] Mm, don't suppose you're in any rush for us to get out of here? [As he asks, one hand traces idle patterns across Matt's stomach.]
[Matt grins, lopsidedly because he can feel his stomach muscles give a little jump at Elfangor's touch, can feel, too, that little thrill up his spine that'll turn into heat before long. He shifts, twines their legs together so he can press closer.]
[Elfangor presses his face into the curve of Matt's shoulder, smiling against his skin, as his hand slides down across his hip to knead into his thigh curled against his own. Shifts to press a kiss to his neck.]
[Matt makes a noise a lot like a purr (thinks for a second, amused, that he does have big-cat DNA floating around inside his cells). He can't strictly remember, but he's sure it's been way too long since he's kissed Elfangor, and he ducks his head to catch at his lips for a quick, teasing graze.]
[Oh, but that graze of lips isn't nearly enough, and Elfangor has to chase after, capture Matt's mouth for a more thorough kiss--has to swallow up that purr, can feel it rumbling though his own body, settling into his belly, mixing with the heat and ever increasing need.]
[Matt licks out into the kiss, almost lazily. It sounds cold out there, and it's warm in bed, and it seems like a real good idea to stay here a while, take things slow. He slips his arms around Elfangor, tugs at him when he lies back, wanting, oh, needing, the press of his weight.]
[Elfangor follows Matt's movement, rolling with him, settling astride his hips, oh, needs to press down, to feel Matt's warmth sink into his skin. His hands tangle in Matt's hair, tilting his head for another lingering kiss.]
[Matt arches up, his hands settling on Elfangor's hips, and oh, yes, he's definitely not wearing anything, all the more reason for Matt to dig in with his fingers, just a little bite of nails, and tug him even closer. He eases out of the kiss, and grins again.]
He wraps his arms more securely around Matt and tugs him close. Mm, cuddling.]
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Except that it begins to dawn on Matt that he's not quite sure where they are or how they got here. Or where his goggles are. He cracks one eye open.]
Um. Elfangor?
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[He's not particularly inclined to get up, or worry about minute things like, oh, not knowing where the hell they are. They're in a bed, and it's nice and warm here; that's good enough for him.]
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[It's hard to object too much, when there's a lot of warm, bare skin pressed against him.
And there was that one time, when Matt suspects they ditched Marco, but can't recall much else.]
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[Even so, he can't quite muster enough concern to further investigate just now. Not when he's so transfixed on Matt's shoulder, and so he starts nibbling there lazily.]
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Not that I'm complaining.
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[Matt grins, lopsidedly because he can feel his stomach muscles give a little jump at Elfangor's touch, can feel, too, that little thrill up his spine that'll turn into heat before long. He shifts, twines their legs together so he can press closer.]
You?
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Definitely not.
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What's it feel like we haven't done lately?
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