Firkle used his legs wrapped around Ike's waist to pull his hips closer to his own. Firkle whined into Ike's neck as he attempted to grind his hips against Ike's, but Ike sat up. Firkle didn't let go of Ike, though, and ended up with Ike sitting on his bed with Firkle on his lap.

"Um," pauses blushing, "Not that I don't like this or anything-" He bit his lip as Firkle rolled his hips slightly, "But I think we should talk."

Firkle rolled his hips against Ike's lap again, loosening his grip around Ike's neck, leaning back some. "What do you want to talk about?"

Ike blushed redder as Firkle continues to rock his hips casually. Ike places his hands ore sternly on Firkle's hips, in attempt to slow if not stop his movement so they could talk. "It's just... I really like you-"

"Uh huh," Firkle hums, dragging his hands down Ike's chest, then sliding his hands barely up his shirt resting on his stomach.

"And, I don't know how you feel about us- if there is an us-" Firkle's hands slid down to the hem of Ike's shirt before going under it and resting on his stomach. "I'd like there to be an us-" Ike gasps as Firkle leans forward and nibbles on his earlobe and slides his hands up to Ike chest, his shirt going up with Firkle's hands.

"What I'm trying to say is-" Firkle pulls back to look at Ike as he whines quietly and grinds his hips even harder.

"Ike-" He moans as he grips Ike's shirt, "Please-" he whispers as he moves forward and kisses Ike sloppily. Firkle's hands move away from Ike for a moment and then Firkle leans away from Ike and suddenly Firkle is shirtless and- oh- geez-

Firkle places his hands on Ike's biceps, gripping tightly enough to leave marks, but Ike is too caught up in Firkle's beauty. He leans forward and kisses Firkle, and somehow they end up laying on his bed with Ike above Firkle again.

Ike pulls away and looks over Firkle's thin, pale chest and he feels a pang of heat. Firkle's chest tinges pink matching his cheeks. Ike leans back down to kiss along Firkle's neck, and Firkle keens, his nails digging into Ike's shoulders.

"I-Ike-" Firkle moans as Ike kisses softly down his throat to his chest, "Isn't there something you wanted to say-" Ike pauses for a moment, looking up at Firkle. Firkle meets his eyes and Ike kisses the center of his chest.

"We can talk about it later," Ike finally says, reaching one hand down to Firkle's hip, "Unless you want to talk about it?" Firkle flushes and looks away from Ike, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Ike leans back, sitting on his knees, still in between Firkle's legs.

Firkle sits up slightly on his elbows and Ike can't helps but let his eyes fall over his stomach and chest, and his sharp hipbones. Firkle sucks in a breath and sighs quietly.

"If something was wrong or you didn't want something you would tell me, right?" Ike asks. He would hate himself if he'd made Firkle uncomfortable.

Firkle nods slowly, "Yeah," he says in agreement. "Um Ike?" Ike nods, placing his hands on his own thighs, Firkle watches, "I um... I don't dislike you." It's quiet for a moment before Ike chuckles. He moves to have his legs off the side of the bed and place a hand on his forehead as he chuckles to himself and Firkle feels himself unwillingly smile softly.

"I really like you," Ike says through his quieting laughter. He looks over at Firkle and the soft smile he has isn't missed on Ike. Ike can feel warmth swell in his chest. Firkle leans forward, placing his hand on Ike's arm and kisses him chastely and softly before pulling back.

Ike stares adoringly at Firkle as he stands up moves to be in front of Ike. "I never returned the favor last time," Firkle says as he lowers himself onto his knees in front of Ike.