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[It takes him some hesitant false starts, light brushes of nervous fingers, but eventually he gets a rhythm going, and lifts his head to plant soft kisses against Lancer's jaw.]

[he shudders, biting his bottom lip again trying to limit his restless movements with a moan]

You don't have to be completely still, you know...

[He murmurs in an amused voice, brushing his lips against the side of his mouth as he continues.]

[groans softly, turning to catch his mouth in full kiss. he shifts back onto his elbows so he can lift into the hand on his cock]

[kisses back, flatting his free palm firmly against Lancer's shoulder. He's pretty bothered himself by now, but self-control is something he's learned, and he's just not thinking about it. If he did he'd get scared.]

[Not touching him is the most difficult thing in the world right now, but Lancer keeps his weight settled firmly on his elbows to keep from reaching for him. He can't touch himself, but he lifts eagerly into his other's hand as he kisses him with a desperate need.]

[The kiss is distracting, but that's a good thing. He can focus on the warmth between them, and on increasing the pace of his hand just so.]

[he lets out a soft strained groan at that, breaking the kiss for only a moment to catch a panting breath before sinking into the kiss again]

[He can't help grinning into the kiss, laughter just a short space from his lips. There's something healing about this, really. It's so incredibly different. He just hopes he's properly communicating how much it means right now.]

[he clenches his fingers in the blankets, needing and wanting to return the pleasure, but holding back, losing himself in other ways. he shudders, his breaking becoming uneven as Saber continues to stroke him, and he murmurs soft encouragement against his mouth]

[A breathless chuckle, and he keeps going, allowing his movements to become a little irregular and running his thumb up the thick vein]

[his hips buck up into that touch and he ducks his head to rest it against Saber's shoulder. he continues to move with the hand on his cock until he catches his breath sharply]

Dearthair, I'm--

Go on.

[It's barely above a whisper, and he leans his head against Lancer's. He'll stroke him right through it, and after let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.]