[ takumi's once unblemished skin is a thing of the past; no, eito has utterly ruined him. some of the marks smart worse than others, while a few individual ones here and there have this numb, warm tingling left over, like he can still feel eito's tongue stroking him. takumi has also been left breathless under eito's undivided attention, lashes half-mast and flushed down to his shoulders. it takes some effort for him to register that he's been directed to do something.
he gives eito a heated look—it's really unfair he can't unexpectedly kiss him—before releasing a harsh breath and sitting up. ]
'Kay. [ takumi is surprised by the raw quality in his voice. ] Hold on.
[ he squirms away from eito to pull back the first drawer as instructed, leaning forward to peer into the darkness within. he's not quite sure what he'll find, but he assumes the items mentioned are things they can't go without. eito had to specially craft them in the first place; they have to be important. ]
...Ah.
[ well—okay. um.
situated on a small cloth is a bottle of liquid and a few random sharply-cut squares. it takes a second to recognize the oily stuff is lubricant, whereas picking up the condoms and feeling the shape through the sleeve is what confirms their identity instead. takumi... has never seen either of these before. holding them in his hands cements the reality of the situation—eito and takumi will have sex, properly and thoroughly. ]
I-I got it.
[ takumi curses the fragile stammer that bleeds in his reply, red to the tips of his ears. he knows eito can't see, so he carefully rips open one of the packages before placing the circle into eito's gloved hand. his touch lingers a little longer than necessary. ]
[ Eito smiles sweetly as he accepts the unwrapped condom, enamored by the stammer in Takumi's voice. ]
There should be lubricant there, too. I'll need that, as well.
[ It's not like he's ever done anything like this before, but Takumi is relying on him. Condoms aren't usually involved in the smutty romance scenes from his novels, but Eito has already pushed too many of his cleanliness-related compulsions aside for the sake of sexual experimentation, so condom it is. ]
Lie on your back again for me. [ A pause. ] Oh, and don't forget the pillow.
[ The brief interaction from earlier about who's topping comes to mind. Maybe Takumi forgot about it? Eito certainly hopes so. If not, he'll just have to keep wearing him down until he accepts reality. ]
[ flushing pleasantly, takumi passes over the lubricant, too. ]
Ah, okay. Here you go.
[ honestly......... he did kind of forget.
the inherent surprise and embarrassment from seeing the items eito crafted blanked his mind a bit, resulting in an effortless obedience and slight awe. takumi doesn't hesitate in situating himself on the bed again because of it. the pillow slots under his hips and he settles back without question. the only reason he isn't shy about exposing himself to eito like this—legs admittedly open and arousal apparent—is because eito can't ogle him in the way he probably wants to.
regardless, takumi still rests his hands over his chest once comfortable. he may be without his hoodie, but the desire to make sweaterpaws is pretty much instilled in him.
eito should know he's ready by the motionlessness of the mattress. ]
[ Hearing the mattress settle, Eito sucks in a breath, doing his best to imagine what Takumi must look like right now. It really is a shame that he can't see the display before him. If the circumstances were different, Eito would be drinking in the sight of him. ]
Spread your legs.
[ Not knowing that they're already spread... Eito settles on his knees, kneeling before Takumi and setting the condom to the side, for now. Then, he uncaps the bottle of lubricant, but visibly hesitates. ]
For this part, you may need to guide my hand. I don't want to end up smearing lubricant all over your stomach if I miss.
[ There's a somewhat sheepish quality to his voice. Bottle clutched in one hand, Eito reaches out with the other and lands on Takumi's abdomen. For a brief stretch of time, he's content to simply caress him, slowly dragging his gloved fingers over his waist. Feeling out Takumi's body, he glides his hand over to one hip, then moves to the opposite side to caress the other, getting the sense for how small and thin he is. From there, his hand travels downward... until two fingers are brushing over tip of Takumi's arousal. It's no accident, nor should it be a surprise, but it still takes a second for his brain to catch up. ]
Ah.
[ A shaky inhale, then exhale. The heat is palpable through his glove. ]
[ whether it's bad to think this or not, it's up for debate, but takumi finds eito's helplessness endearing. that sentiment doesn't prevent him for releasing a soft breath once eito begins to feel out his lower body, though. heat gathers under his skin as eito tries to figure out what body parts are where, and he accidentally twitches when one of eito's gloved hands brushes his cock. takumi had softened slightly since retrieving everything, but somehow such an innocuous touch reignites the flame.
he chuckles shyly to himself and reaches down to grasp the back of eito's knuckles. then, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, he brings those fingers down between his inner thighs. takumi doesn't have the nerve to press eito into the indentation there exactly, but the shape lightly ghosting eito's fingers should be familiar enough. ]
This is what you're going for, right?
[ eito's blindness puts some power back in takumi's position; he doesn't feel completely useless. ]
[ Eito's breath hitches as Takumi guides him with his hand, stomach doing little somersaults. It's unbearably arousing, the way Takumi is so willing to be open for him. ]
So helpful...
[ Eito makes a mental note of precisely where Takumi had guided him before drawing back just enough to squeeze a generous amount of lubricant onto the fingers Takumi had held. The bottle is then set aside. The realization that he'll have to switch out his gloves later occurs to him, distantly, but it's no real concern. With his other hand now free, it grabs at Takumi's thigh, greedy, just to hold on to something. Eito feels like he can't bear to not be touching him at all times. ]
Tell me if you don't like it.
[ Not tell me if it hurts, because he knows Takumi can handle it. That doesn't mean Eito is aiming to hurt him with this, of course, but Takumi isn't the type to shy away from pain. Not liking the feeling is another thing entirely.
With that, Eito nudges one finger inside up to the knuckle, waits a few seconds... and then adds a second to join it. Again, knowing all too well Takumi can handle this much. If he couldn't, Takumi wouldn't interest him as much as he does.
Warmth doesn't encapsulate what Eito feels. Rather, it's heat, all-consuming. Tightness, too—Takumi is really, really tight, and just the vague thought of being inside him later makes his dick twitch. Eito grips his thigh tighter and waits, sussing out how Takumi feels by his breathing, what sounds he makes, anything at all. ]
[ even if takumi is mentally prepared, his body isn't. and with the way eito grips his thigh and essentially keeps his legs apart, it becomes very obvious that he's going to be out of his element. his gaze decidedly turns to the ceiling to try and keep himself relaxed.
the first finger... is fine. there's not much to feel, not really. just a vague and strange sensation, like something's off but not entirely unpleasant. in fact, it gives takumi the false impression that the following finger will be the same. surely, if he can handle this, it won't be much different moving forward?
however... this quickly turns out to be untrue.
his thighs unintentionally twitch around eito's hand the instant he is penetrated, his features stiffening in a mixture of discomfort and confusion. takumi isn't sure what to think. it's not bad... but it definitely feels unusual. he bears it until eito has slotted in fully, and then breathes out to attempt adjusting. takumi can't help it, but he naturally clamps down on the intrusion—tight, just like eito can feel. of course it'd be that way; he's never put anything inside himself. yet, it still doesn't occur to takumi that something larger than this will take its place. he's still... a few steps behind in his head. ]
I think... you can move.
[ although he sounds uncertain, takumi tilts his hips slightly to encourage eito to continue. ]
[ Takumi doesn't sound too sure, but Eito is content to go with the flow, accepting the wordless encouragement. His gloved fingers flex inside him a few times, and then he retracts them both, dragging them out slowly...
... before thrusting both back in at once without further warning, knuckle-deep again. The motion jostles Takumi's entire body, not to mention the mattress. Eito knows he's supposed to look for a certain angle rather than mindlessly thrust, so he does, stretching Takumi very thoroughly as he searches inside of him. It's a bit difficult with Takumi clenching around him, but that doesn't deter Eito, who drags the pads of his fingers over Takumi's insides over and over, curling them every time it's too tight to continue.
It's not so unlike what he did to Takumi's chest cavity, that first time. Not as rough, but with just as much intent. ]
[ his startled sound is forced out his mouth before he can stifle it, trim hips lifting and being pressed back with the force of eito's thrust. he immediately flushes hot out of embarrassment. this—is it supposed to feel like this? whatever lofty musings he had before are already being shoved aside, all senses focusing on the slight sear and stretch of eito's fingers flexing inside him. full, takumi's pinched expression swiftly softens and his brows upturn, lips parting as soft and shallow breaths fill the space between them.
it's inevitable that eito—with fingers larger than takumi's, slender and long—would eventually grind into the wall lining takumi's prostate. takumi doesn't even know such a thing exists, so imagine his surprise when a sudden dull, thick throb of arousal floods his groin. the pleasure is very different than any he has felt in his dick; rather, the pang is distinctly heavy. ]
A-Aotsuki, [ he stammers, and his hand blindly reaches down to touch the one eito has around his thigh. takumi isn't trying to alert eito or make him stop; he wants grounding, some kind of reassurance. ] Something's—I don't know—
[ another grind, but this one directly causes takumi to loudly gasp, voice cusping on the edge of a cry. ]
[ Eito can't help the fond smile that curves his lips, even as he rubs his thumb over Takumi's hand in a soothing circle. ]
It's all right. I've got you. [ A breathless little laugh escapes. ] Feels good, doesn't it?
[ With an obscene, wet sound, Eito thrusts his fingers in and out once more, angling for what he now recognizes as Takumi's prostate. He's utterly relentless in the way he teases it with his fingers, scarcely giving Takumi time to breathe. ]
And soon, it will be...
[ He trails off, cryptic, though surely Takumi knows what comes next in this scenario. Surely he doesn't need to paint a mental picture for him; he can put the pieces together on his own. The thought of burying himself inside that tight heat has Eito trembling with anticipation, but he pushes his impatience to the side. This needs to last. It needs to mean something. ]
[ he opens his mouth to respond—possibly ask what's causing him to feel so weak—but eito redoubles his efforts and focuses on that tender spot. takumi's question transitions into a quivering moan, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and bear the onslaught of pleasure. unfortunately, loud, hilting noises keep tumbling out of him; he can't stop them despite his best efforts. the heat in his face goes so far as to cause his eyes to prick with repressed tears.
Why...?
takumi curls his fingers tighter around the top of eito's hand and helplessly nods. again, he remembers eito would not be able to notice, so he speaks up. his tone is a lot more fragile, a bit thin and delicate and miserably aroused. ]
Yeah, a-ahh... [ the small moan the follows is an accident. takumi squeezes tighter around eito's fingers from the humiliation, walls undulating once, before he wills himself to relax. three, he reminds himself; there's still one more to go. ] It's fine... g-go slowly...
[ his head lolls to one side as he braces for it, peering down from between narrowed lashes to view eito's pleased face. ]
[ All the sounds unraveling from Takumi's throat go straight to Eito's cock, which twitches uselessly, heavy between his legs and dripping with precum. Eito studies Takumi as much as he can without eyesight, committing all his cute little sounds to memory. ]
Mm... Okay.
[ Slowly. That's not too much to ask. Eito withdraws, leaving Takumi empty as he adds a touch more lube. Takumi isn't waiting long, though, before those two fingers are sliding back in again, and seconds later, the third nudges in alongside them. ]
Relax...
[ As promised, Eito takes it slow this time, pausing and letting Takumi adjust to the intrusion. The whole point of this is to prepare him for what's to come, after all. Eito drops the hand on Takumi's thigh, no longer holding him in place, giving him space to squirm as much as he'd like. ]
It's a lot, I know. But the discomfort will be worth it, in the end.
[ flushed and dewy-eyed and freed at last, takumi's inner thighs quiver quickly and involuntarily around eito's hand with the addition of that final finger. he feels—full, the subtle burn there and subsequent stretch eliciting a shaky, long whimper. his hips jolt occasionally with each inch gained, only stilling once eito has fully sheathed himself inside. the view between his thighs is certainly lurid, all slippery, rim ruddy in hue, and clamping tightly.
he blinks back his tears and hesitantly rolls his hips downward. the slight nudge of eito's fingertips is good, if not encouraging, and he huffs a breath. takumi then swallows all of the saliva that's gathered in his mouth and manages to speak a coherent sentence. ]
I didn't know... putting something inside felt like this...
[ were all boys designed this way? why did no one ever talk about this...? ]
[ Eito chuckles and moves his fingers again, all three of them. The way Takumi rolls his hips, too, as though searching for more, sends a shock of arousal surging through him. It's a good thing he's all but mastered the art of being patient. ]
It's just basic anatomy. Had you ever picked up a textbook on the human body, perhaps you would have known about it sooner. But no matter.
[ And then, with a harsh thrust, Eito begins fingerfucking him in earnest again. It really does bring to mind the experiment with their souls, the way Takumi's walls clench around his fingers not so unlike the quiver of the flame back then. ]
[ it's kind of hard to think about basic anatomy when there are three fingers inside you....... ]
I-I guess so...
[ but takumi isn't given ample time to consider reviewing any books in his future, not when eito has decided to basically punish takumi by abruptly thrusting back into him. takumi's legs immediately fall open further to accommodate the size and harshness, a strangled, horrid little moan ripping free from his chest the instant his prostate is grinded into again.
...a dozen more follow once it sinks in that eito isn't going to let up. ]
[ It goes on like that for a few more fleeting minutes, but Eito does let up at some point. Once he's had his fill, maybe, and can get a sense for how stretched Takumi is. Still incredibly tight, but it should be enough. ]
Do you think you're ready for my...?
[ Eito trails off, closes his mouth, and turns bright red, because there is no way he's going to say that out loud. He begins to drag his fingers out but pauses at the rim, a wordless question. He's shivering, a little bit. ]
[ takumi blearily at eito, and then shakily sits up to close some of the distance between them. though, rather than looking eito in the face, his gaze naturally lowers down, lower, and lower, until he realizes what eito is referring to. ]
[ the last two times they've fooled around with each other, takumi has lacked the opportunity to really look. he's caught glimpses, felt eito against him, yeah, but never actually, truly seen eito's dick before. after all, eito has been doing all the work; takumi's never had to handle anything himself.
now, however, he discovers the truth: eito... is kind of huge. way bigger than anything he could've ever imagined.
[ He is not going to dignify that question with an answer. ]
Well, I can't argue with that.
[ With a shaky sigh, Eito draws back fully so he can grab the condom and bottle of lube. Takumi had already generously unwrapped it for him, so all Eito has to do is roll it on, which doesn't prove to be difficult. It's a relief the size seems to be big enough...
Eito can't help but wonder if Takumi's gaze is on him. He's all too conscious of the idea of it as he drizzles more lubricant onto his glove so he can lube himself up. Everything about this feels surreal, and once he's ready, he swallows around nothing, mouth suddenly dry. Eito lifts his head up, giving the impression that he's looking at Takumi, shifting back and forth on his knees. ]
Are we doing this, or not? Because if you've changed your mind, I'll go deal with this in the shower, alone.
[ There's a pause, and then, a little more quietly: ]
Takumi-kun... I meant it when I said I'd take care of you.
[ he'd been oh, so gentlemanly before not ogling a blind eito, but now takumi unabashedly stares at him. he doesn't tear his gaze away, heart pounding in his chest as he watches eito slowly pull the condom over his length. part of him finds the sight attractive—thin, stretchy material slowly enveloping eito's thick cock—but another part of him twists with trepidation. can he... no, is it even possible? at least takumi understands now why eito had been so thorough in stretching him open—it was to fit a fucking monster.
exhaling, he finally looks up again when it appears as though eito is looking at him. takumi finds himself flushing despite eito's lack of vision, brows furrowing. ]
I—I know.
[ he huffs, and then draws into himself somewhat. his voice is less gruff and more serious when he continues. ]
We've already gone this far... and I meant it when I said I wanted to do it with you. That hasn't changed.
[ takumi sniffles softly. his lashes are still wet. ]
...We can. I trust you, Aotsuki. It felt good before, so this will be the same, probably.
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he gives eito a heated look—it's really unfair he can't unexpectedly kiss him—before releasing a harsh breath and sitting up. ]
'Kay. [ takumi is surprised by the raw quality in his voice. ] Hold on.
[ he squirms away from eito to pull back the first drawer as instructed, leaning forward to peer into the darkness within. he's not quite sure what he'll find, but he assumes the items mentioned are things they can't go without. eito had to specially craft them in the first place; they have to be important. ]
...Ah.
[ well—okay. um.
situated on a small cloth is a bottle of liquid and a few random sharply-cut squares. it takes a second to recognize the oily stuff is lubricant, whereas picking up the condoms and feeling the shape through the sleeve is what confirms their identity instead. takumi... has never seen either of these before. holding them in his hands cements the reality of the situation—eito and takumi will have sex, properly and thoroughly. ]
I-I got it.
[ takumi curses the fragile stammer that bleeds in his reply, red to the tips of his ears. he knows eito can't see, so he carefully rips open one of the packages before placing the circle into eito's gloved hand. his touch lingers a little longer than necessary. ]
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[ Eito smiles sweetly as he accepts the unwrapped condom, enamored by the stammer in Takumi's voice. ]
There should be lubricant there, too. I'll need that, as well.
[ It's not like he's ever done anything like this before, but Takumi is relying on him. Condoms aren't usually involved in the smutty romance scenes from his novels, but Eito has already pushed too many of his cleanliness-related compulsions aside for the sake of sexual experimentation, so condom it is. ]
Lie on your back again for me. [ A pause. ] Oh, and don't forget the pillow.
[ The brief interaction from earlier about who's topping comes to mind. Maybe Takumi forgot about it? Eito certainly hopes so. If not, he'll just have to keep wearing him down until he accepts reality. ]
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Ah, okay. Here you go.
[ honestly......... he did kind of forget.
the inherent surprise and embarrassment from seeing the items eito crafted blanked his mind a bit, resulting in an effortless obedience and slight awe. takumi doesn't hesitate in situating himself on the bed again because of it. the pillow slots under his hips and he settles back without question. the only reason he isn't shy about exposing himself to eito like this—legs admittedly open and arousal apparent—is because eito can't ogle him in the way he probably wants to.
regardless, takumi still rests his hands over his chest once comfortable. he may be without his hoodie, but the desire to make sweaterpaws is pretty much instilled in him.
eito should know he's ready by the motionlessness of the mattress. ]
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Spread your legs.
[ Not knowing that they're already spread... Eito settles on his knees, kneeling before Takumi and setting the condom to the side, for now. Then, he uncaps the bottle of lubricant, but visibly hesitates. ]
For this part, you may need to guide my hand. I don't want to end up smearing lubricant all over your stomach if I miss.
[ There's a somewhat sheepish quality to his voice. Bottle clutched in one hand, Eito reaches out with the other and lands on Takumi's abdomen. For a brief stretch of time, he's content to simply caress him, slowly dragging his gloved fingers over his waist. Feeling out Takumi's body, he glides his hand over to one hip, then moves to the opposite side to caress the other, getting the sense for how small and thin he is. From there, his hand travels downward... until two fingers are brushing over tip of Takumi's arousal. It's no accident, nor should it be a surprise, but it still takes a second for his brain to catch up. ]
Ah.
[ A shaky inhale, then exhale. The heat is palpable through his glove. ]
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he chuckles shyly to himself and reaches down to grasp the back of eito's knuckles. then, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, he brings those fingers down between his inner thighs. takumi doesn't have the nerve to press eito into the indentation there exactly, but the shape lightly ghosting eito's fingers should be familiar enough. ]
This is what you're going for, right?
[ eito's blindness puts some power back in takumi's position; he doesn't feel completely useless. ]
Just... a little lower.
[ that part comes out more sheepish. ]
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So helpful...
[ Eito makes a mental note of precisely where Takumi had guided him before drawing back just enough to squeeze a generous amount of lubricant onto the fingers Takumi had held. The bottle is then set aside. The realization that he'll have to switch out his gloves later occurs to him, distantly, but it's no real concern. With his other hand now free, it grabs at Takumi's thigh, greedy, just to hold on to something. Eito feels like he can't bear to not be touching him at all times. ]
Tell me if you don't like it.
[ Not tell me if it hurts, because he knows Takumi can handle it. That doesn't mean Eito is aiming to hurt him with this, of course, but Takumi isn't the type to shy away from pain. Not liking the feeling is another thing entirely.
With that, Eito nudges one finger inside up to the knuckle, waits a few seconds... and then adds a second to join it. Again, knowing all too well Takumi can handle this much. If he couldn't, Takumi wouldn't interest him as much as he does.
Warmth doesn't encapsulate what Eito feels. Rather, it's heat, all-consuming. Tightness, too—Takumi is really, really tight, and just the vague thought of being inside him later makes his dick twitch. Eito grips his thigh tighter and waits, sussing out how Takumi feels by his breathing, what sounds he makes, anything at all. ]
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the first finger... is fine. there's not much to feel, not really. just a vague and strange sensation, like something's off but not entirely unpleasant. in fact, it gives takumi the false impression that the following finger will be the same. surely, if he can handle this, it won't be much different moving forward?
however... this quickly turns out to be untrue.
his thighs unintentionally twitch around eito's hand the instant he is penetrated, his features stiffening in a mixture of discomfort and confusion. takumi isn't sure what to think. it's not bad... but it definitely feels unusual. he bears it until eito has slotted in fully, and then breathes out to attempt adjusting. takumi can't help it, but he naturally clamps down on the intrusion—tight, just like eito can feel. of course it'd be that way; he's never put anything inside himself. yet, it still doesn't occur to takumi that something larger than this will take its place. he's still... a few steps behind in his head. ]
I think... you can move.
[ although he sounds uncertain, takumi tilts his hips slightly to encourage eito to continue. ]
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[ Takumi doesn't sound too sure, but Eito is content to go with the flow, accepting the wordless encouragement. His gloved fingers flex inside him a few times, and then he retracts them both, dragging them out slowly...
... before thrusting both back in at once without further warning, knuckle-deep again. The motion jostles Takumi's entire body, not to mention the mattress. Eito knows he's supposed to look for a certain angle rather than mindlessly thrust, so he does, stretching Takumi very thoroughly as he searches inside of him. It's a bit difficult with Takumi clenching around him, but that doesn't deter Eito, who drags the pads of his fingers over Takumi's insides over and over, curling them every time it's too tight to continue.
It's not so unlike what he did to Takumi's chest cavity, that first time. Not as rough, but with just as much intent. ]
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[ his startled sound is forced out his mouth before he can stifle it, trim hips lifting and being pressed back with the force of eito's thrust. he immediately flushes hot out of embarrassment. this—is it supposed to feel like this? whatever lofty musings he had before are already being shoved aside, all senses focusing on the slight sear and stretch of eito's fingers flexing inside him. full, takumi's pinched expression swiftly softens and his brows upturn, lips parting as soft and shallow breaths fill the space between them.
it's inevitable that eito—with fingers larger than takumi's, slender and long—would eventually grind into the wall lining takumi's prostate. takumi doesn't even know such a thing exists, so imagine his surprise when a sudden dull, thick throb of arousal floods his groin. the pleasure is very different than any he has felt in his dick; rather, the pang is distinctly heavy. ]
A-Aotsuki, [ he stammers, and his hand blindly reaches down to touch the one eito has around his thigh. takumi isn't trying to alert eito or make him stop; he wants grounding, some kind of reassurance. ] Something's—I don't know—
[ another grind, but this one directly causes takumi to loudly gasp, voice cusping on the edge of a cry. ]
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It's all right. I've got you. [ A breathless little laugh escapes. ] Feels good, doesn't it?
[ With an obscene, wet sound, Eito thrusts his fingers in and out once more, angling for what he now recognizes as Takumi's prostate. He's utterly relentless in the way he teases it with his fingers, scarcely giving Takumi time to breathe. ]
And soon, it will be...
[ He trails off, cryptic, though surely Takumi knows what comes next in this scenario. Surely he doesn't need to paint a mental picture for him; he can put the pieces together on his own. The thought of burying himself inside that tight heat has Eito trembling with anticipation, but he pushes his impatience to the side. This needs to last. It needs to mean something. ]
Ready for a third?
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Why...?
takumi curls his fingers tighter around the top of eito's hand and helplessly nods. again, he remembers eito would not be able to notice, so he speaks up. his tone is a lot more fragile, a bit thin and delicate and miserably aroused. ]
Yeah, a-ahh... [ the small moan the follows is an accident. takumi squeezes tighter around eito's fingers from the humiliation, walls undulating once, before he wills himself to relax. three, he reminds himself; there's still one more to go. ] It's fine... g-go slowly...
[ his head lolls to one side as he braces for it, peering down from between narrowed lashes to view eito's pleased face. ]
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Mm... Okay.
[ Slowly. That's not too much to ask. Eito withdraws, leaving Takumi empty as he adds a touch more lube. Takumi isn't waiting long, though, before those two fingers are sliding back in again, and seconds later, the third nudges in alongside them. ]
Relax...
[ As promised, Eito takes it slow this time, pausing and letting Takumi adjust to the intrusion. The whole point of this is to prepare him for what's to come, after all. Eito drops the hand on Takumi's thigh, no longer holding him in place, giving him space to squirm as much as he'd like. ]
It's a lot, I know. But the discomfort will be worth it, in the end.
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he blinks back his tears and hesitantly rolls his hips downward. the slight nudge of eito's fingertips is good, if not encouraging, and he huffs a breath. takumi then swallows all of the saliva that's gathered in his mouth and manages to speak a coherent sentence. ]
I didn't know... putting something inside felt like this...
[ were all boys designed this way? why did no one ever talk about this...? ]
It feels good...
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It's just basic anatomy. Had you ever picked up a textbook on the human body, perhaps you would have known about it sooner. But no matter.
[ And then, with a harsh thrust, Eito begins fingerfucking him in earnest again. It really does bring to mind the experiment with their souls, the way Takumi's walls clench around his fingers not so unlike the quiver of the flame back then. ]
You know now. Isn't that right?
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I-I guess so...
[ but takumi isn't given ample time to consider reviewing any books in his future, not when eito has decided to basically punish takumi by abruptly thrusting back into him. takumi's legs immediately fall open further to accommodate the size and harshness, a strangled, horrid little moan ripping free from his chest the instant his prostate is grinded into again.
...a dozen more follow once it sinks in that eito isn't going to let up. ]
Aotsuki—ngh—
[ why does he sound so squeaky?? ]
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Do you think you're ready for my...?
[ Eito trails off, closes his mouth, and turns bright red, because there is no way he's going to say that out loud. He begins to drag his fingers out but pauses at the rim, a wordless question. He's shivering, a little bit. ]
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[ takumi sounds breathless and somewhat delirious. his body continues to tremble from aftershocks despite the fact eito has withdrawn completely. ]
Your...?
[ sorry, eito. either you're going to have to be specific or show him. ]
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For my—my—
[ Eito stops. Exhales. Starts again. ]
For me, obviously!
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[ takumi blearily at eito, and then shakily sits up to close some of the distance between them. though, rather than looking eito in the face, his gaze naturally lowers down, lower, and lower, until he realizes what eito is referring to. ]
2/2
now, however, he discovers the truth: eito... is kind of huge. way bigger than anything he could've ever imagined.
and panicked, takumi blurts out: ]
What the hell!? That's not going to fit!!
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And out of all of them, Eito picks: ]
Oh, Takumi-kun. Should I take that as a compliment?
[ If he doesn't laugh, he'll scream. ]
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Like what you see?
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[ you didn't. ]
...Ugh.
[ takumi swallows thickly, and gives eito the most sulkiest he's possibly ever given him. how unfortunate that eito himself can't see it. ]
This is crazy. I'm crazy, too, if I'm gonna...
[ —going to put that inside him. ]
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Well, I can't argue with that.
[ With a shaky sigh, Eito draws back fully so he can grab the condom and bottle of lube. Takumi had already generously unwrapped it for him, so all Eito has to do is roll it on, which doesn't prove to be difficult. It's a relief the size seems to be big enough...
Eito can't help but wonder if Takumi's gaze is on him. He's all too conscious of the idea of it as he drizzles more lubricant onto his glove so he can lube himself up. Everything about this feels surreal, and once he's ready, he swallows around nothing, mouth suddenly dry. Eito lifts his head up, giving the impression that he's looking at Takumi, shifting back and forth on his knees. ]
Are we doing this, or not? Because if you've changed your mind, I'll go deal with this in the shower, alone.
[ There's a pause, and then, a little more quietly: ]
Takumi-kun... I meant it when I said I'd take care of you.
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exhaling, he finally looks up again when it appears as though eito is looking at him. takumi finds himself flushing despite eito's lack of vision, brows furrowing. ]
I—I know.
[ he huffs, and then draws into himself somewhat. his voice is less gruff and more serious when he continues. ]
We've already gone this far... and I meant it when I said I wanted to do it with you. That hasn't changed.
[ takumi sniffles softly. his lashes are still wet. ]
...We can. I trust you, Aotsuki. It felt good before, so this will be the same, probably.
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guy who says 'tch...' in bed
MOE......
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