1stknight | PSL (closed)

[He inhaled sharply, not quite expecting that kind of a grope, though Bedivere's reaction had his breath trail off into a faint snicker once it's sunken in.]

It does that, yes, because of the blood flow. A good thing, too, because figuring out the logistics of sticking a limp dick into an orifice isn't the sexiest affair for either party.

[And just to prove his point, he'd drag his own fingers down the obvious bulge Bedivere sported -

Oh. Big, indeed.

Thinking about getting railed was pretty distracting.

With a sigh, Dazai reached behind him to undo his own obi. This was going to happen anyway, he told himself, even if this wasn't the sexy tease he'd envisioned.]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

As an aside: anyone who says size is the most important factor is an idiot. It's how you use it.

[Bedivere, who had previously done his best to ignore any changes in his body or any reactions to steamy dreams, was certainly learning a lot that night. Dazai's explanation made sense though, He knew that genitals had to be mashed together somehow for sex to happen, and having a body part that got stiff and straight when needed would help with that.

Of course, that just left him with the vague thought of dicks going into a person, which made him inhale sharply. Or maybe that was the way Dazai touched him so lightly for a moment, before undoing his obi. Bedivere would help there, letting go of Dazai momentarily to tug the yukata off entirely.

But then he was struck by a thought, and he had to put words to that thought.]

Sit up for a moment?

[Bedivere was a curious one, and he wanted to see what he was doing while he touched Dazai.]

I can get undressed too.

Sure.

[He sat up and scooted back a bit, loosening the grip of his knees to give Bedivere room. Dazai made quick work of his obi and left it next to the pillow, though he hadn't shrugged off his yukata.

While he might not give voice to some of his thoughts, the way his gaze lingered betrayed him. His desire in his expression wasn't easy to hide, as was the condom packets and lube he'd set aside next to the futon in case they were necessary, before they even had started.]

[Bedivere was sure to undo and pull off his yukata first, so that he could actually sit down without it restricting his movements. But then he ended up on his knees again anyway, because that seemed like the most comfortable way to sit during this. It also meant that he was closer to Dazai and could reach him properly.

Here, in the mostly-nude, Bedivere found himself being struck by curiosity again. He had seen dicks before, communal bathing was a thing even in his time. But he had never seen someone like this, when they were both worked up and wanting more. It painted the nudity in an entirely different light, and it made him lick his lips.]

So, I just...like this?

[He had missed the condoms and lube, because his attention was on Dazai's body, not the things he was removing from himself. And he reached out to take Dazai into his hand, his grasp gentle like he expected it to be painful to Dazai or something. He was definitely watching for a wince, or any sign that Dazai was uncomfortable.]

[Gentle's good. Nice, even, never mind that Bedivere probably hadn't intended to build up anticipation like this, making Dazai grip his forearm to steady himself, a full-blown flush spreading on his cheeks.]

Almost.

[This wasn't his first rodeo, so sounding this affected over having his dick in someone's hand would've been embarrassing. Except this was Bedivere, the ridiculously sweet and honorable knight he's been thirsting over on different levels since they met, and he felt that seeing Bedivere giving an unintentional blowjob to a popsicle justified this response.]

Don't squeeze hard. And - hold on. Grab that.

[He pointed at the bottle of lube next to the pillow. Dazai could've gotten it himself, of course, except his brain was stuck between coping with the fact that Bedivere was about to give him a hand job, and the irrational and strangely specific fear that if he moved the wrong way, Bedivere's wonderful arm muscles might flex and Bad Tears might happen.

The pitfalls of having an overactive imagination.]

[Dazai no, your imagination!

Bedivere glanced over at the tube, and he didn't even give a second thought to it. He was so used to opening containers on his own that he didn't even stop to remind Dazai that tubes like that were usually opened with two hands.

Instead, he let go of Dazai and reached over to pick up the tube. Flipping open the top was easy enough, but once he had it open he had to hold it carefully in his teeth to squeeze some into his hand. Cold, slippery, and liable to drip out of his hand if he wasn't careful. Though he was careful enough; the fact that he had managed to squeeze it just right with his teeth, without spilling any, was a testament to that.

Then he had to let the tube fall out of his mouth and land on the ground next to the futon, cap still open. Thankfully it was a squeeze tube, so it wouldn't leak if it wasn't squeezed.]

Dazai, what is this? It's very slippery.

[He swirled the lube between his thumb and fingertips, warming it up some while also testing out its viscosity.]

Lube.

[The brief reprieve helped rewire his brain or something. Focusing on talking was an improvement, and he reached for the tube to squeeze some on his palm before recapping it.

Then he made a show of warming it before reaching down and tracing Bedivere's length with a slick finger. If his hand isn't smacked away, he'd hold him, the side of his palm snug on Bedivere's lower abdomen.]

Makes this easier. [He could kiss Bedivere right now, he realized, if he leaned forward, but refrains, catching an unsuspecting earlobe between his teeth instead, and he looped his free arm around Bedivere's waist.] Feels better, too.

Oh! So they make a special product for it in this time? Back in the past, people would just use olive oil.

[The rest of his nerdy thoughts quickly died out, though. He didn't smack away Dazai's hand, but he did suck in his breath suddenly, and then he jumped at the feeling of that slick hand on his body.]

I-I see. It certainly makes things easier.

[He does reach for Dazai again though, curling his fingers around the base of Dazai's dick. The lubricant certainly helped, he could already feel his hand slide up Dazai's shaft slightly, even before he tried to move his hand. Not too firm, Dazai had said. So Bedivere kept his hand a little loose around Dazai.]

Oh, that can be used, too, for emergencies. Lube's useful though - easier to clean, plays well with toys.

[Terrible pun.

Not that he could elaborate with those fingers sliding on him, and his breath stuttered, making him rest his forehead on Bedivere's shoulder as a shiver wracked his body. Loose was fine this early with how Dazai liked to tease and be teased, and to that end the slide of his grip was achingly slow, dragging his forefinger on the underside of Bedivere's dick last.]

I'm curious. How would the romance novels of your time describe this?

[Oh, that was an interesting reaction. Anything that broke Dazai's train of thought was bound to be useful. It also brought Dazai close enough that Bedivere could plant a kiss on the side of his neck. It wasn't on the lips, and it let Bedivere express his affection for the man in front of him.

His response came after a sharp breath, brought up by that drag of a finger on him. He ached for Dazai to grab him like he had grabbed Dazai, but he wouldn't beg for it. He would endure.]

My books never said anything on amorous activities between two men.

[The downside to having his neck wrapped in bandages most of the time was that it heightened physical touch, and Bedivere's kiss sparked tingles going straight to his nerves. Without a second thought, he firmed the wrap of his fingers around Bedivere's cock, the lube helping to keep his motions smooth.]

Unfortunate. [He let out a warm breath on Bedivere's neck.] But what would they say about the passion itself?

They- haaah!

[His sentence turned into a sharp exhale of breath. It was hard to even think about anything, what with how Dazai's touch drew his attention with every slide of his hand. It even made his own hand stutter for a moment, though he quickly picked up his movements with a renewed sense of pace, squeezing a bit firmer like Dazai just had. His head was muck and answer was similarly distracted.]

It- they would say it's a heat that burns like a fire- Dazai!

Ah?

[The new pace definitely caught him off-guard, his arm tightening around Bedivere's waist. Hiding was hard like this, the fine tremors running through his form palpable, and he could only try to continue speaking and pretend his voice remained steady.]

- hah, of course. [He exhaled, ending a stroke a little more firm when he got to the tip, and repeated the cycle again. If Bedivere kept it up, Dazai would soon lose his own sense of rhythm and shift to urging the other towards completion.] And to a moth, you're a flame.

[Even if hiding was hard, Bedivere was definitely pressing his face against the crook of Dazai's neck. His quick, harsh breaths ghosted over Dazai's skin as he fought to keep his hips still. The urge to thrust up into Dazai's hand was maddening. But he swore to endure, to stay in place, and no his legs were trembling from the effort.

He did his best to mimic what Dazai was doing, firming up his strokes and going a little faster too. He didn't have another arm to hold onto Dazai with, so he had to trust Dazai to keep them both upright. The way his body tingled, like a white-hot light building up inside of him, it made him feel antsy. Every moment he didn't reach whatever it was building up to, he got more impatient.]

It's- It feels weird. It's like I'm burning up inside, I don't know what to do.

[Other than maybe rut against Dazai's hand to get more friction, but he was still forcing himself to stay seated.]

Let it happen.

[The kiss he left on his neck was sloppier than before and Dazai, for one, had zero qualms about thrusting into Bedivere's hand, his own grip around the other's waist a vice. And perhaps that's what clued him that something was different - the way Bedivere shook held admirable restraint, but... ah.

He drew a line up Bedivere's jaw with his tongue, ending with a nibble on the earlobe.]

You can move, hmm?

[Unless Bedivere wanted to edge himself, but that could come later if they planned a reprisal. He shifted his grip, and the awkward angle of his arm was worth the freedom of sliding his thumb on the underside of the head before teasing the tip.]

Let it happen, Bedivere.

[Move, right. He could move. Though any thought of moving was quickly overshadowed by the feel of that thumb on his tip, distracting and delicious at the same time. And then those words, spoken so softly into his ear, they were what really pushed him over the edge.]

Ah-

[That was the closest thing to a warning that Dazai got. Because moments later he felt something spill over in his body like a shock of energy to every inch of himself, and he gasped loudly against Dazai's neck as he also spilled over into Dazai's hand. It wasn't really a thrust, but he moved a little bit forward, leaning more of his weight on Dazai as he rode out his orgasm. Heavy panting mixed with unintelligible whines as he became a sweaty wreck in Dazai's arms.]

[He wasn't too far gone yet, and he tightened his arm as Bedivere jerked into him, pressing a soothing kiss to the other's neck. This moment he committed to memory, from the lovely sounds Bedivere made; the way he trembled, so different from his reserved demeanor, to the fiery restlessness still crawling beneath his own skin.

Dazai smiled, suspecting that Bedivere's hip might bear the mark of his hand until morning, and once he felt the other man could support his own weight again, Dazai rutted against him to completion.]

Bedivere. I'm -

[He curled around Bedivere tightly as he came, muffling a gasp on the other's neck.]

[Even as the trembling died down, Bedivere stayed right there, pressed up against Dazai. He felt sticky and sweaty and a little gross, but he also felt absolutely content in a way he had never felt before. The closest thing he could compare it to was the buzz of excitement after a rewarding day of training, or the thrill of being alive after a close battle. But neither of those were completely right either. This was similar, and yet different at the same time.

He didn't speak for a long time. Partially because he didn't know what to say, and partially because he wanted to preserve that moment. Even if he logically knew that getting attached to Dazai was a bad idea, he had fallen for that man already. And something about the tingly afterglow of sex made him fall for Dazai even more.

He let go of Dazai, and he held up his hand to look at. It had dribbles of come on it, which mixed with the lube to make quite a mess. He should wipe it on something, but there weren't any towels nearby...]

...um. Thank you.

[He felt kind of awkward saying that. Was that normal, to thank someone after sex? The mana Dazai provided him with was sufficient, he felt pretty energized. But somehow the sex itself felt more important than the mana.]

[Well. This was awkward.

Being thanked like this, of all things, was the polite cherry atop a sundae some thought of as sin, and Dazai couldn't help but chuckle. He held Bedivere's waist still, reluctant to release him after the shaking of his limbs had subside, but Bedivere looking at his messy hand was a reminder of necessity.]

You're welcome.

[Dazai's tone was quiet before he reached for a tissue box tucked away in a low side table, as if he feared the rest of the moment would crumble. He took a few squares before holding out the box to Bedivere in offering.]

Time to clean up, I suppose, and hunt for any wet spots.

[Bedivere took the tissues, giving another quiet 'thank you' in return. The act of cleaning his hand took him a moment though, and it gave him time to listen to Dazai talk. Dazai was a chatterbox, so hearing him go so relatively quiet during sex was an interesting change. But now that the moment was over, he was back to chatting. And it left Bedivere with questions.]

Wet spots?

[Wiping himself down gave him enough time to recollect himself. That included the very specific task of delaying the realization that he just did that with Bedivere and condemned himself to suffer more realistic fantasies.]

If any of this [he waved the crumpled ball of tissue he now held before tossing it at the nearby trash bin] got on the futon.

[He was marginally more relaxed now, for all that he felt the surprising urge to curl up with Bedivere on bed, and as he sat down, he found his gaze straying to the other's body]

...ah.

[He wouldn't point those marks out if he was asked, and he rather hoped Bedivere wouldn't be upset over them when he looked at the mirror]

Ah?

[Bedivere looked down at the futon upon hearing that. The mess was mostly on their bodies, but there were some sweat stains and a few drips that had escaped the tangle of limbs. Seeing the mess, and their naked bodies too, it made Bedivere's cheeks color with embarrassment. He was suddenly a bit too aware of their situation.]

Ah. We did, yes.

[He hastily reached down to clean up those drips, and also shifted how he was sitting to try and feel a bit less exposed. He did not notice the bruises or hickeys yet, though.]

[He noticed the shift and tried not to comment.

'Tried' being the operative word here, because this had to be one of the more (if not most) awkward post-sex talk, and the nice post-orgasmic haze had drifted away, making reality noticeable.]

So we did.

Congratulations on taking one more step on the path to self-discovery, Saber. How are modern-day customs treating you so far?

[It was awkward, but first times always were. With experience and practice, each time after would become less awkward.

Bedivere was hoping they would have the chance to do it in the future, aft least. Now that he had done it, sex was actually pretty awesome and he definitely wanted to do it again in the future. He was already thinking about how he and Dazai could have more fun with it, with shifted positions and one of them laying on the other, or maybe with both of their dicks pressed up together while they stroked each other.

Ah. But those thoughts were distracting, and he needed to not be distracted.]

It's, ah...it's nothing like what I expected. But it was good. I liked it. And I think I know what to do for next time.

[He of course zoomed in on it being modern-day sexual customs, and he answered in earnest.]

['Next time,' Bedivere said, and Dazai became very preoccupied with feeling out the sheets on his side of the bed, fluffing his pillow, that sort of thing.

On the plus side, his earlier thoughts that this was a one-off thing were immediately invalid. His elation that moment felt too good to be true, and a million other doubts that presented themselves as statements came to mind.

Sexual encounters, strictly speaking, weren't necessarily tied to things like love and affection. Never mind that Bedivere, romantic that he was, might be inclined to link those two anyway, but Dazai's bad habit of finding the worst case scenario meant that he never really entertained this possibility.]

Glad to be assistance. I have to ask, though - are you expecting another near-death experience so soon?

[Because the other thing his mind had zoomed in on was Bedivere's devotion to duty. Dazai didn't think the knight would be inclined to having sex for pure leisure. If he was wrong, of course, Bedivere was more than welcome to correct the mistaken assumption.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject