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"I know," says Andrew, wanting to reassure him. He might not really know that, though, at least not on a conscious level where he'd actually say something to James about it. "And I've got safewords, now -- I'll just start shouting 'yellow' at you in the streets whenever I'm uncomfortable. Piece of cake."

James laughs at that, and leans over to kiss Andrew's shoulder. "You do that," he answers fondly. "And if we have a fight, you can just say 'red' and leave, and once it's okay, you come back and say 'green'? I can work with that. Clear signals. Like a traffic light." Funny how tense he himself was, worrying about how Andrew would deal with things. He only just realises now, when he feels most of it melt away.

"Exactly like that." And just like that, the tension is lifted -- Andrew's still overexcited and worried if he lets himself analyze too much, but this is too much like normal for him to be too upset or embarrassed. It's James's turn to have his hair stroked now. "We'd just better not switch to the Gandhn traffic system, or you'll have to try to work out what I mean when I say 'mauve' or 'teal,'" he grins.

"Yeah, best not," he answers, smiling with contentment, and letting his eyes flutter shut for a bit. As much as he enjoys caring for Andrew, it's very nice when he returns the favour too. "Let's stick with Earth standards, since Earth seems to have become a standard." While he loves traveling, it's nice to have a familiar place. His first real home was on Earth, with Andrew, and it's nice to come back to that. Even if they, or at least Andrew, will probably get bored of it again eventually. Then again, this variation of New York hasn't exactly proved boring so far.

"'s a good standard -- if we have to have one," agrees Andrew. He hangs back a moment, enjoying the look on James's face. He won't tell James, but the truth of the matter is that he's worried about what they'll do when this place gets too stale and he goes stir-crazy, because he knows he will. Travel, perhaps, but they'll have to topple a secret organization first in order to be able to do so. It's easier than life on the spaceship, at least, but on the spaceship they were at least going somewhere.

Rather than voice his concerns, he leans in to give James a kiss.

They'll deal with that problem when they get to it. At least toppling a secret organisation will help with the boredom. Except for the part where James isn't actually quite so comfortable with hurling himself into danger, especially now he's a touch more mortal. But there's only so many serious conversations they can have in one morning.

He opens his eyes when Andrew leans in, then closes them again as he returns the kiss, smiling into it and reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Andrew's neck. He's still rather turned on by their conversation, but there's no rush.

Is it unusually dangerous? Andrew can recall all sorts of derring-do he seems to have survived over the years. Or that the Doctor has, at least.

Andrew shifts to get more comfortable, settling himself closer to James so he doesn't have to lean so far. When he pulls away from the kiss he stays close, more or less cuddling up against him. "Do you -- are you ready?" he asks, a little bit of worry creeping back into his voice.

The grin that spreads over James's face should be answer enough, though he throws in a nod and a "Very." as well. He takes the question as encouragement as well, sitting up a bit and shifting so he's leaned over Andrew, in a more - well, hey, dominant position, one hand propping himself up, the other one sliding down the front of his hoodie as he kisses him.

Andrew is not going to worry about whether this'll be weird, he decides. Of course, the fact that he has to consciously decide that means he's already worrying, but he doesn't need to let himself worry more, does he?

He squirms to get comfortable against the pillows, laying back and reaching up to touch James. One of his hands goes to James's side, the other to his neck, the thumb brushing along James's jaw.

Knowing Andrew, there will be worrying no matter what, but hopefully James will do a good job of distracting him from it. He plans to. Though he's not going to spare him of all that much embarrassement, because James secretly delights in that.

He still doesn't rush the kiss, taking a slow and sensual approach, but neither does he exactly waste time. His hand soon makes its way all the way down between Andrew's legs, rubbing his palm down against him, cupping him firmly through his trousers.

As soon as Andrew seems to be getting into it, however, he pulls back with a smile, and gets out of bed, returning to the table holding their souvenirs.

Is James's enjoyment of Andrew's embarrassment really a secret at this point? He's played dumb and made Andrew explain enough embarrassing things by now that even Andrew is sort of catching on that James is at least amused by it. Embarrassment during sex, though -- surely that can't be deliberate.

Andrew gives a low, pleased moan when he feels James take him in hand. It's the work of a moment to get Andrew rocking his hips to press more firmly into the touch; when James pulls away Andrew's pupils are blown and his lips flushed and wet. "Tease," he accuses, reaching down to cup himself as much to see what James will do about it as to get the feeling back.

Surely not. Not like James gets turned on by Andrew blushing about these things. He always found amusement in it, but in this body, he suddenly has a physical reaction to it too. This goes for a lot of things, really - including the bondage.

"And proud," he affirms, and when he sees what Andrew's doing, adds, "Hey, no touching. That's my privilege today." His voice is stern, but he's still smiling.

He brings the condoms, lube and a roll of paper towel over to the bedside table - no one should criticise him for not being prepared. Then he fetches the box of cuffs and straps as well as the now unpacked vibrator and brings them over to the bed, laying them next to Andrew and sitting down next to him. "Here. You haven't really looked at it yet, and you should before we start."

For a moment, Andrew wants to keep his hand where it is and see if James will come over and physically stop him. He's not sure, though -- what if James thinks he's just being selfish and impatient? Not that he really does want to wait, but if he just wanted a wank, he could have done it in the shower this morning.

"Just picking up where you left off." With a mock pout, he withdraws his hand and sets it on his belly where it can't do any mischief. He eyes the lube speculatively, but his attention very quickly zeroes in on the other tools when they're brought over. Turning on his side and bracing himself on an elbow, he gingerly reaches over and picks up the vibrator, squinting at it as if it's a puzzle to solve.

Suddenly, he tenses and looks up, toward the door. "Did you put the sign up?" he asks urgently.

"I did. But I'll go make sure," James answers with a reassuring smile, getting up and walking to the door. When he opens it, sure enough, there's still a 'do not disturb' sign there. But just for extra precautions, he goes and picks up a chair, and sets it in front of the door, so staff would have trouble getting in even with a key. "Not gonna let anyone spoil our fun," he says, rejoining Andrew on the bed.

Andrew cranes his neck to watch as James checks -- and then snorts heartily as he literally puts furniture in front of the door. "You're brilliant, have I told you that?" he asks fondly, by all appearances having forgotten he's holding a vibrator.

"Probably a few times, though I don't mind hearing it again," he answers cheerfully, and leans over to give him a quick kiss. "Have you thought about how you'd like to be tied up?" he then asks, running his hand through Andrew's hair. He may have sprung that question on him intentionally.

Handrew smiles dreamily at James, enjoying the moment and the anticipation of a return to what James was doing before he got up to gather things. The question snaps him back to reality, and he blushes, looking down at his hands. When he realizes he's still been holding the vibrator this whole time, he starts and drops it.

"Not really?" he admits, forcing himself to look at James. Wetting his lips, he adds, "Just -- face to face, alright?"

See? The blushing is wonderful. How can he resist that? He's got a smile more or less permanently on his face now.

"Oh, definitely," James agrees. "I want to be able to see your face," he answers, sliding his hand under Andrew's chin and tilting it up a bit, as if to get a better look at him. "To the bed, or just, say, wrists together?" There's plenty of places along the sides of the bed to attach straps, but that doesn't mean they have to.

"To the bed," breathes Andrew, the words coming out before he can reconsider them. He shivers under James's gaze and reaches up with his now free hand to touch his face, his fingers sliding round to rest on the back of James's neck. "Definitely to the bed," he reiterates, trying to make his voice firm.

"See, you had thought about it," James points out with a teasing smile. He very much approves of the answer, though. He'd prefer to have Andrew all spread out.

"Alright then," he says, dropping his hand. "Undress for me." He only barely manages to hide a smirk as he says this.

If he blushes any harder, he's not going to have enough blood left to keep him hard. Or something. "Only a little," he lies. He doesn't get up to undress, but squirms onto his back and peels off the hoodie, getting his head stuck in the neck of it for a moment before he gets it off and throws it away. He unfastens his trousers with trembling fingers before lifting his hips and sliding them and his pants down together.

James does get up, but not to undress, only to watch Andrew do so. Just the sight and the anticipation sends a little thrill through his stomach, though he has no intention of taking off his own clothes before it's necessary.

He takes Andrew's clothes and moves them, folding them just a little too meticulously before hanging them over the back of another chair. Any impatience from Andrew is ignored - unless that impatience is so strong as to have him help himself again.

James then moves the rest of the things to the nightstand, so they'll have the bed free. He picks up the collar and shows it to Andrew with a inquiring look. "Do you want this?" Judging by how Andrew had eyed the collars in the store, he thinks he knows the answer.

Andrew is the very picture of patience. No, scratch that, he's fidgeting even before James takes the time to fold his clothing instead of just shoving it off the side of the bed. With his clothes off he's feeling rather too shy to help himself -- later, perhaps, he'll be ready to lose himself in pleasure and let James see him do it, but right now he's feeling sort of exposed.

He opens his mouth wordlessly, gaze fixed on the collar. A flush of arousal runs through him, and he nods. "Please?"

Nonetheless, Andrew's behaving rather well so far. Far more well-behaved than usual really, but that's probably largely nerves, based on the fidgeting. And later he won't really be able to help himself.

James smiles and opens the collar, kneeling on the bed next to him to fasten it around Andrew's neck. He makes sure it's not too tight, and hooks two fingers inside it, tugging Andrew closer. "There. Proof that you belong to me," he says with a satisfied smile.

Andrew sits up, propped on his elbows, and tilts his head just so to give James all the access in the world. His eyes slide shut as a thrill runs through him -- and then when James actually says it, puts voice to what he doesn't dare to think, it's really almost too much. He feels himself harden even further, cock tapping his belly with an almost inaudible little slap.

With a groan, he throws an arm around James's shoulders and pulls him down into a kiss.