Ned is more careful, this time, not to bump into anything as he makes his way into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. He has a moment to be glad that he's a neat person and that there's nothing to trip over on the floor, and then Daneel is kissing him. It's a little unexpected, but he leans into it at once, eyes shutting against the almost complete darkness, hands coming up to run through Daneel's hair again, his thumbs feeling out Daneel's cheekbones, the curve of his jaw and ear.
Somehow, everything seems more intimate, more completely private with the electricity gone. It's more complete than merely having the lights switched off. There is almost no illumination coming in through the window (it just figures all this would happen on a night with almost no moonlight). It is just Daneel and him in the darkness, and Ned is glad to have him here. Without him, it would seem much more sinister, more empty, more cold. But he has Daneel to hold onto, and so he does. He turns them around, walking his way backwards to the bed and sinking onto it when the backs of his legs bump against it.
"I was, ah-" Ned huffs a laugh, grinning in exasperation at himself, "It's funny, I was always so adamant that I wasn't a prude, but I'm really no good at talking about sex. Guess I'm not all that much bigger than silly puritanical taboos, after all."
All of which is, naturally, stalling. Ned kicks off his shoes and socks in the dark, stretches out his hands in Daneel's direction to untuck his shirt from his pants. "I was wondering if you would, um. For lack of a better term... if you'd fuck me." Ned can feel his face going hot with embarrassment, knows Daneel will be able to sense it in him, along with everything else. "Always kind of wondered what that's like."
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Somehow, everything seems more intimate, more completely private with the electricity gone. It's more complete than merely having the lights switched off. There is almost no illumination coming in through the window (it just figures all this would happen on a night with almost no moonlight). It is just Daneel and him in the darkness, and Ned is glad to have him here. Without him, it would seem much more sinister, more empty, more cold. But he has Daneel to hold onto, and so he does. He turns them around, walking his way backwards to the bed and sinking onto it when the backs of his legs bump against it.
"I was, ah-" Ned huffs a laugh, grinning in exasperation at himself, "It's funny, I was always so adamant that I wasn't a prude, but I'm really no good at talking about sex. Guess I'm not all that much bigger than silly puritanical taboos, after all."
All of which is, naturally, stalling. Ned kicks off his shoes and socks in the dark, stretches out his hands in Daneel's direction to untuck his shirt from his pants. "I was wondering if you would, um. For lack of a better term... if you'd fuck me." Ned can feel his face going hot with embarrassment, knows Daneel will be able to sense it in him, along with everything else. "Always kind of wondered what that's like."