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mazeofrelationships2015-06-16 08:56 pm
shiroganeheir) wrote in mazeofrelationships2015-06-16 08:56 pm
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Synodiporia - Thread Continuation Post
First thread Continuation from here.
He reddens while he finishes the slow unbutttoning, lips fixed tight in focus, considering his words.
"It's... I've been a senpai, and I've been a... kohai... but never partners. And it always felt like we were in a hurry, or had to hide."
He slips her jacket off, carefully, palms smoothing over the shirt beneath it, feeling the contours and corners of shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, until he's cupping her hands and the jacket is dropping to the floor.
"It's... I've been a senpai, and I've been a... kohai... but never partners. And it always felt like we were in a hurry, or had to hide."
He slips her jacket off, carefully, palms smoothing over the shirt beneath it, feeling the contours and corners of shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, until he's cupping her hands and the jacket is dropping to the floor.
"We have time now, and I see no reason for us to hide." Naoto looks up at him, an intense expression on her face. "No matter what has or has not happened before, I want to make this moment special." The Trumps being what they are and Jaunts being what they are, she's not certain when they might have a moment like this again.
Her shirt is short-sleeved, the Roman Numerals of her Mark poking out at the base of her right sleeve. She shivers as he runs his hands over her, then holds them tight as her jacket drops to the floor, taking a few deep breaths, uncertainty returning.
Her shirt is short-sleeved, the Roman Numerals of her Mark poking out at the base of her right sleeve. She shivers as he runs his hands over her, then holds them tight as her jacket drops to the floor, taking a few deep breaths, uncertainty returning.
"I don't see how it could be any other way," he says, fingers lingering on hers a moment before he draws away, briefly biting his lip.
"... My jacket, now?"
"... My jacket, now?"
"Alright." Carefully, almost reverently, she releases his hands and unbuttons his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders and onto the floor.
Gently, her hands start moving across his chest, exploring on top of his shirt.
Gently, her hands start moving across his chest, exploring on top of his shirt.
He takes deep, slow breaths, eyes gliding closed as her hands trace him, and eventually a contented sigh.
"That's nice," he says, an understatement, quiet, followed by a brief hum, turning so her fingers are on slightly different paths, his own hands coming up to brush at the hollow of her wrists, just behind her thumbs. If her hands are pressed firmly enough on his chest, she can feel when his nipples contract and stiffen as he shivers, not overwhelmed but exactly in tune with the moment.
"That's nice," he says, an understatement, quiet, followed by a brief hum, turning so her fingers are on slightly different paths, his own hands coming up to brush at the hollow of her wrists, just behind her thumbs. If her hands are pressed firmly enough on his chest, she can feel when his nipples contract and stiffen as he shivers, not overwhelmed but exactly in tune with the moment.
Her breath catches a bit as she feels his body responding to her touches, hands becoming a bit more confident, responding to the tiny little movements of his body, watching his reactions carefully, with a determined intensity.
"Good. I... want to make it good for you." She might not be confident in her own body, but she feels safe with him, and comfortable in a way she never has with anyone else.
She shivers just a bit as his hands brush her wrists, hands pausing for a moment before returning to their exploration, perhaps just a bit more needy.
"Good. I... want to make it good for you." She might not be confident in her own body, but she feels safe with him, and comfortable in a way she never has with anyone else.
She shivers just a bit as his hands brush her wrists, hands pausing for a moment before returning to their exploration, perhaps just a bit more needy.
"This is good," he says, encouraging, agreeably, short on breath. When her hands move away from his chest, giving him more room to maneuver, he takes a deep breath, and slides his hands up to rest on hers, lightly, still cautious.
"...This, too?"
"...This, too?"
Continuation from here.
Slowly, he leans in for another kiss, and closes his eyes. This one is slower, and even if it's more chaste, there's more promise to it, more heat, licking his blue-haired boyfriend's lips, and when the kiss breaks, his curled fingers are resting on the inseam of Naoto's thigh.
"... Just to be sure we're clear," he says. "I think I just offered to give you a handjob."
Slowly, he leans in for another kiss, and closes his eyes. This one is slower, and even if it's more chaste, there's more promise to it, more heat, licking his blue-haired boyfriend's lips, and when the kiss breaks, his curled fingers are resting on the inseam of Naoto's thigh.
"... Just to be sure we're clear," he says. "I think I just offered to give you a handjob."
She takes a deep breath, shivering a bit at his touch. It's new, different, and not something she thought she'd ever be comfortable with, but here, with him, it is absolutely what she wants.
"Yes. Very good."
Leaning up, she kisses him, hands still wandering over his chest gently.
"Yes. Very good."
Leaning up, she kisses him, hands still wandering over his chest gently.
Naoto returns the kiss gently, breathing intensifying. More than anything, especially in these moments, he's reminded of how much he connects with Souji, of how much he really loves him, even though sometimes he doesn't know what that means.
His breath catches at Souji's words, and he nods. "As long as you let me return the favor afterwards. I... would like that."
It's odd, in the back of his mind, that they're going further this way than they have with him in another form, but it just feels right for the situation.
His breath catches at Souji's words, and he nods. "As long as you let me return the favor afterwards. I... would like that."
It's odd, in the back of his mind, that they're going further this way than they have with him in another form, but it just feels right for the situation.
It does give him pause, for a moment - for some reason receiving a handjob from a boy is stranger than giving one, a reaction that makes no sense even inside his own head. But he nods.
"We'll do... whatever feels right," he says, and on the word feels, slips his hand upward to drift between Naoto's legs, fingertips gently exploring across his slacks.
"We'll do... whatever feels right," he says, and on the word feels, slips his hand upward to drift between Naoto's legs, fingertips gently exploring across his slacks.
His fingers press, lightly, exploring the contours, the softness of her curves even when restrained as they are, seeking places that will make her shiver and gasp, the way he had under her hands. The kiss is almost a distraction from his search, but he kisses back with whole-hearted enthusiasm, mouth opening fully against hers.
"Of course, Souji. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable." He was about to say more, but his breath catches as Souji's hand wanders upward.
He's already slightly hard, a strange feeling, to be certain, but not an unwelcome one. Reaching over, he gently puts a hand on his boyfriend's chest. "Take your time. We're in no hurry."
He's already slightly hard, a strange feeling, to be certain, but not an unwelcome one. Reaching over, he gently puts a hand on his boyfriend's chest. "Take your time. We're in no hurry."
"I'm a little eager," he answers, both sincere and teasing, and cups him, fingertips stroking upward again.
It's not hard to make her shiver and lean into his touch as she kisses him back firmly and thoroughly.
Carefully, she traces the lines of his chest through his shirt, lingering a bit on his nipples, trying to get a few noises out of him as well.
Carefully, she traces the lines of his chest through his shirt, lingering a bit on his nipples, trying to get a few noises out of him as well.
He giggles again, blushing. "I can tell. I, er, am too."
Naoto shivers noticeably as his hand starts stroking. It's a strange feeling, very different from anything he's felt before, but it's good in a way that he doesn't think he can explain. His body is responding to the touch, even as little as it is, and he glances down, almost fascinated.
Naoto shivers noticeably as his hand starts stroking. It's a strange feeling, very different from anything he's felt before, but it's good in a way that he doesn't think he can explain. His body is responding to the touch, even as little as it is, and he glances down, almost fascinated.
He continues idly tracing the shape of Naoto's dick through his pants for half a minute, pausing once or twice an outline to gently grip and stroke, and then, licking his lips in nervous anticipation, glances up again.
"...Can I... see?"
"...Can I... see?"
Edited 2015-09-03 02:36 (UTC)
He shivers, watching Souji's hand with fascinating, and just letting himself get lost in the sensations for a moment.
Swallowing, he nods, eyes widening for a moment. "Yes. Um. I would very much like it if you... actually touched me. I, um. I can take it out if you want...or you could." Slightly nervous, Naoto falls back into rambling for a moment.
Swallowing, he nods, eyes widening for a moment. "Yes. Um. I would very much like it if you... actually touched me. I, um. I can take it out if you want...or you could." Slightly nervous, Naoto falls back into rambling for a moment.
"I want to watch," he says, avid and emphatic to a degree that surprises even him, then swallows an embarrassed laugh and flushes.
"If you want, I could... show you, as well." He can feel himself stirring at the idea.
"If you want, I could... show you, as well." He can feel himself stirring at the idea.
Naoto smiles, taking a breath and nodding. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Souji, even though I feel a bit awkward myself." He blushes as well.
"I... would like to see yours, if you do not mind."
Reaching down, Naoto carefully undoes his pants and pulls out his dick, mostly hard, and strokes it once, somewhat on instinct.
"I... would like to see yours, if you do not mind."
Reaching down, Naoto carefully undoes his pants and pulls out his dick, mostly hard, and strokes it once, somewhat on instinct.
Souji stares, swallowing again, and nods, reaching down to unbuckle his pants, hook his thumbs through the waistline of his boxers, and pull both down.
His foreskin is darker than the skin of his stomach and thighs, and he's only half-hard now. Sparse silver-black curls surround the base of his cock, and while he isn't particularly long, he is quite thick. He kneels, letting the framing of his thighs cause just a little friction and show himself off, while he continues to make eye contact between Naoto's thighs, both guilty and fascinated.
His foreskin is darker than the skin of his stomach and thighs, and he's only half-hard now. Sparse silver-black curls surround the base of his cock, and while he isn't particularly long, he is quite thick. He kneels, letting the framing of his thighs cause just a little friction and show himself off, while he continues to make eye contact between Naoto's thighs, both guilty and fascinated.
Naoto can't help but stare as Souji pulls his pants down, carefully examining what he sees. His eyes widen, and he swallows. "May... I touch you?"
His own dick is of good length, but somewhat thin, framed with blue curly hairs, and at this moment fairly hard. Blushing, he tears his eyes away from Souji's dick for a moment looking at his face. "Do you... like it?"
His own dick is of good length, but somewhat thin, framed with blue curly hairs, and at this moment fairly hard. Blushing, he tears his eyes away from Souji's dick for a moment looking at his face. "Do you... like it?"
Edited 2015-09-03 03:53 (UTC)
"It's... " he laughs, a little nervously, and presses his lips together. "I've never had to think of words for this before. Interesting? Exciting?" He nods. "And you can - you can do anything you'd like, really."
"Souji." He looks up at him, concerned, reaching up and putting a hand on his cheek. "You don't need to be nervous. I... um. It's just me."
Swallowing, he reaches over, and gently brushes his hand over Souji's dick, exploring cautiously.
Swallowing, he reaches over, and gently brushes his hand over Souji's dick, exploring cautiously.
"You're not 'just' anyone," he insists, gently, and then makes an almost startled little hum in the back of his throat as Naoto's hand brushes over him, his prick actually jumping at the touch, hardening quickly. He gasps a moment, eyes widening until they're dark and luminous, then reaches out to wrap fingers around Naoto and give a slow, decisive stroke in return.
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