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{ and potentially run into ayaka when running to get it? would either of them want that right now? no. he'll be fine. }

Of course, but you-- mm --don't need to be overly precious about it.

[ He'd die that's true. ]

But- does it not hurt?

[ Is this not new to him?? Thoma had been very squirmy his first time. ]

{ it's okay, in the future he'll be better prepared.

for now... he may have to admit something. }

Well... you can certainly aim better than I could when I tried it on myself.

{ he isn't ashamed or try to look away, but the smile on his face is a little embarrassed to be saying that to him now. }

[ Oh... oh. His hand that's helpfully placed over Ayato's rear is gripping a bit tighter as that knowledge sinks in, not at all influenced by the flash of imagery that enters his mind with that knowledge. ]

Ah- oh, I watc- see. See.

[ Quick time to distract both himself and Ayato by spreading his fingers inside the man, curling them against his walls as he pulls nearly out. ]

Edited 2023-06-26 07:27 (UTC)

{ it's fine, because that grab has him pressing back against thoma's hand and quite probably his fingers as well before he can stop himself. his teeth grit together with a soft hiss, but thoma's gaze is still on his face he'll recognise it isn't from pain, thankfully, as while it may be a little uncomfortable it's apparently a stage that still feels incredibly good to the point he's rocking back for more. }

Do that again.

[ Ayato's wish is his command. ]

[ There's a sharp inhale as he drinks in the reaction, eyes wide and fixed on watching Ayato's expression because. Wow. He really likes that. He's absolutely going to do that again now. ]

Here?

{ he's trying very hard to not move too much, to not aggravate the wound on his side, but it is getting very difficult to hold back when thoma follows that order without question. his head tips back slightly this time, lips parting with a louder gasp. }

Yes, right there. { his hands are gripping at thoma's shoulders by now, kneading the skin, but even they can't distract him from the need bubbling over. }

[ With how absolutely focused Thoma is on Ayato, it's probably surprising that it takes him a moment to catch onto the way he's trying not to agitate his side. Maybe because his eyes are more fixed on the man's face than anything else, giving into an urge to press a kiss under his jaw as he delivers just as he's asked, dragging his fingers over and over. ]

You look really good...

{ his head only tilts more when the kiss comes and his hand leaves thoma's shoulder quickly to hold the back of his head, eager for more kisses against his skin. they're close enough that thoma can probably feel the shiver that runs through him at the contact, and at the way his fingers move inside him.

he has to be careful when he hips do roll a little, rocking back into him, but at least it's only small movements compared to how he'd tried to jerk back against them before. }

Y-you- { when did he get so breathless? } can probably take some pride in that.

[ Maybe at the same time Thoma had his breath stolen away. Must be something in the air- ]

[ The hand in his hair urges him on, pressing kiss over kiss over his jaw and down his neck, covering every inch with his affections and love. ]

Mm... may I lay you down then? I want to watch you more.

{ it's overwhelming, more than the fingers inside him surprisingly. maybe it isn't surprising if he thinks about what each kiss signifies, but it's still something he has to remember to breathe through as each kiss seems to make his breath stutter. }

You can do whatever you please, you have my permission.

[ Ayato is trying to kill him he knows it now for sure (Thoma you literally asked for this-) ]

[ The kisses are so much easier for Thoma to manage than anything else; one more is pressed against his lord's jaw before he starts to move them both. Regrettably, he has to remove his fingers from inside of the other so he can use both of his hands to settle them into place; Ayato gently laid onto the bed with Thoma settled between his legs and another soft kiss offered to his lips. ]

Sorry I keep asking for it.

[ At least he recognizes his habit. ]

Edited 2023-07-04 08:08 (UTC)

{ as he laid back onto the bed, his hands reach up, threading into thoma's hair and to pull him down for that kiss, letting their lips brush together for a moment. }

It's fine, you'll get used to it eventually. We both will.

{ while he wants to squirm, he puts on an air of confidence for them both, purposefully letting his legs widen at his knees to give thoma space. }

With repeated exposure... ?

[ Ayato doesn't need to guide him for any more kisses after the first, stealing soft and light ones of his own that he excuses as a means to calm himself down. ]

[ Only to feel himself get riled back up as Ayato spreads his legs for him, a hand moving down to slip between his legs again. ]

It would be better if we had some proper lubrication...

Exactly.

{ despite how he seems to be certain of what he wants, his stomach feels like it's twisting either out of anticipation or nerves. his eyes flicker over thoma's face. }

I'll have to remember to carry some with me in future. While I have some next door, I can't say for certain Ayaka isn't home. { he pauses, leaning up for another kiss, slow and gentle as he tries to calm his racing heart. } Is there anything that can be used a substitute?

[ Clearly Thoma needs to stock up as well, which is going to be a mildly embarrassing shopping trip for future him. Current him is thinking as quickly as he's capable of, which is honestly not that quick at all when he's being distracted by soft kisses, of what he has in his bedroom. ]

Ah- I have oils I've used.

[ Somehow, he'll manage to pull himself away and lean over the bedside to retrieve said jar; he's mainly used this oil for his hands but he has used it for. Himself. In other ways not explicitly mentioned on the label. ]

Edited 2023-07-07 00:11 (UTC)

{ the response probably comes quicker than either of them expect, thoma barely finishing his words before ayato is saying- }

That's fine. Use it.

{ he pulls his lower lip into his teeth when thoma leans over to grab the jar, eyes sinking down to admire all the marks he'd left earlier. it's only when thoma is back in place he'll let his eyes slide back to his face again. }

[ Now Ayato knows about his perverted uses of oils, how embarrassing- ]

[ Okay maybe it's too late for those kinds of thoughts. ]

[ Far too late, honestly speaking, when they're both bared in his bed and he's leaning in for another light kiss to steal. The jar is worked blindly open in his hands and he's trying his best not to accidentally drop it in his eagerness to get the oil spread across his fingers and warmed. ]

Mm, I can clean it out if you don't like the feeling.

{ thoma's confession was that he'd needed to think about ayato to get off, using oils for it was kind of already expected at this point. he'd needed to have used something for how many times he'd got off that time.

but anyway.

it's a little embarrassing to be offered to be cleaned out if needed, enough that his face colours a little again. }

I'm sure it will be fine.

[ Ayato isn't going to survive the aftercare of this because Thoma is going to clean out every inch of him when they are don- ]

Alright. Then- here we go.

[That feels like the silliest thing to say right now but he doesn't have the mind for any eloquence at the moment. Every brain cell is firing off in unison to slowly ease a pair of properly lubed fingers into Ayato, picking up where he'd left off in fingering the man and messily spreading the oil inside him. ]

{ at this rate he isn't going to survive the actual first part, nevermind the after care. }

I'm ready. { it's more of a murmur though, extra permission for him to continue and it's only been seconds? minutes? and it's like he forgot how overwhelming this had felt to begin with. or, more likely, the oil and position being different have a lot to do with it. it's much more fluid this time, thoma's fingers meeting much less resistance as he presses them inside and spreads the oil.

his hand reaches up, the back of it pressing against his lips as he gasps into his own skin. }

[ Every murmur of permission helps in his ever present hesitation, honestly. ]

[ Thoma sits back on his heels and keeps his eyes fixated down, because he's very sure that if he watches Ayato's face he's going to lose all sense of control. Again. As one does. ]

[ His fingers move with more conviction now, stretching and teasing inside the other man, intent on stirring the man as crazy as Ayato just existing does to him on each deeper push and stretching withdrawal. ]

Here... does it feel good?

{ now the angle is much less awkward, thoma likely has much better control with each press in and every time he does ayato lets out a small noise that he tries to muffle. it's funny to think that with how much he's thought about this the past couple of days, the feeling of it is much more overwhelming than he'd let himself believe.

and this was only his fingers.

it feels even more embarrassing when thoma stares so intensely at what he's doing, even if he wouldn't want him to see his face right now either. his cheeks feel like they're burning as thoma seems to gain confidence. it feels like he's teasing him now with how he's getting something but it never feels like enough.

it means he just ends up squirming, his other hand curling against the bed, trying to grip at whatever he can. }

Y-yes. { his teeth worry his lip between them, trying to build up confidence to lift his legs a little more until the hand gripping at the bed holds his own thigh instead. } Please-hah-please keep going.

[ Each of those soft and muffled noises reach Thoma's ears and make them burn. And it tempts him more and more to look up and see just what kind of effect he's having on Ayato's face... but he really will lose it if he does that. ]

[ Instead, he focuses himself more on those fingers inside of the other man, pressing against his inner walls on each drag out. When it feels like Ayato's loosened enough, he nearly slides them all the way out with a soft warning. ]

One more, then.

[ Finger, he means, which becomes evident from the pressure Ayato will shortly be feeling as a third finger slowly pushes its way in to join the others. He moves the trio firmly in until they're completely buried inside of him, finally letting himself have a glance up at his lord's face. As a treat. And moreso to make sure he's handling the pressure inside him well. ]

{ the hand holding his own thigh digs in at the extra pressure and his teeth worry at his lower lip for a moment before his lips part again to force his breath to regulate again. it definitely isn't as easy as before, but he's glad they decided to use the oil as saliva was never going to be enough for this.

but his gaze stays fixed on thoma's face, even when his head tilts slightly, almost tempted to bury his face into the crook of his own arm instead. instead of letting himself move to that position, however, he lets thoma see him like this, his fingers shifting up to grip at the bed above his head instead. }

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