1stknight | PSL (closed)

[A scandalous thought: since Bedivere wore high collars, these marks were for Dazai's eyes only. And Dazai would get to see them every time Bedivere undressed to remove or put on his metal arm.

The marks on his neck were secondary to the delicious friction they achieved as their hips met, though. It helped encourage his dick to grow nice and firm, a solid rod of heat that pressed against Dazai through the fabric of the yukata. He had forgotten his modesty in the heat of the moment, which was probably good because the yukata was definitely starting to slide off to one side.]

Nnn...Dazai...

[It wasn't enough. It felt weird and good at the same time, but it wasn't enough to satiate his newfound hunger. So he let out a needy whine as he arched up against Dazai, trying to touch him with his full body.

Hopefully Dazai didn't mind a little noise, because Bedivere's heavy breaths felt like they echoed through the tiny apartment, pitching upward with each grind of their hips.]

[So earlier he might've said to keep the noise down, but he didn't mean for Bedivere to keep silent the whole time. Moaning was fine - great, even, when it was an immediate tell of how much Bedivere was getting into it.

Instead of giving a verbal reply and possibly ruining the mood, Dazai obliged by continuing to rock their hips together, his hand sliding on the newly exposed skin. Yes, there definitely was a toned body underneath that metal, and he delightedly explored Bedivere's chest, experimentally rolling a nipple between his fingers.]

[Things Bedivere had not expected to feel so good: that.

Which was to say, when Dazai rolled his nipple like that, Bedivere gasped out loud and abruptly bucked up against Dazai. It was so sudden that it startled Bedivere, and he had to blink a few times and take a moment to regain himself.]

Why does that of all things feel good?

[Sorry Dazai. Sometimes a hot makeout/grinding session got interrupted by shower thoughts.

He also abruptly became aware of how tightly he was holding on to Dazai's hair, so he loosened his grip and slid his hand down to hold onto Dazai's shoulder. No pulling out hair today!]

[The sudden jolt caught Dazai off-guard, and having his face smacked by a solid pec was going to be a pretty memorable experience. He bit down on his lip to stifle a snicker and didn't really even mind how his nose hurt, not when the burn of his scalp followed by the tingle of proper blood circulation was rather distracting, and he was still a little disoriented when he resumed grinding against Bedivere.

A sexy lesson required a sexy demonstration and all that.

His skin was getting rather hot under the thin fabric of his shirt.]

Erogenous zones can be surprising that way. The nape is another one.

And this. [His fingers wandered to the skin below Bedivere's navel, and he left behind a light scrape with his nails.] Over here, too. [Now, he leaned up to croon into Bedivere's ear before capturing his earlobe between teeth.] Shall I carry on here? Or can I go back to adoring your chest?

[If Dazai was looking to get worked out of his yukata, then he was in luck. Bedivere's one hand was tugging on the back of Dazai's collar, trying to pull it down to expose some skin on Dazai. He wanted to touch Dazai too, especially in the ways Dazai was touching him. One hand made it a little difficult, though. Fumbling was to be expected, until he got better at it.

But oh, how that touching set him on fire. Especially the that hand down low on him, it was getting closer to where Bedivere really wanted to be touched, but he was still too embarrassed to say it.]

H-how can you make me pick like that? They're all good. Let me touch you too.

[Tug tug. Even if that yukata didn't come all the way off, at least expose some skin Dazai.]

[Now Bedivere was the one being shameless here, and while Dazai did help him loosen his clothing so that the sleeve spilled to the crook of his elbow, the flush on his cheeks wasn't entirely from arousal.

It's been a while since he's had a bed partner with whom he's shown the skin of his torso to, and the exposure of his back to air left him with goosebumps.]

Who said anything about picking?

[If he had his way, he'd pay a lot of attention to every spot and more, down to the soft skin behind the knees. And because there was nothing stopping him, he'd do just that, fingers scraping up from Bedivere's abdomen to return to the nipple he'd been at moments ago, while he worked on the dip above the clavicle with his mouth.]

You're-

[He was going to say something about how absolutely tempting Dazai was, but those words became lost in a garble of needy noises as Dazai's mouth returned to making marks on his chest. And those scrapes, they burned in a way that felt so good, something he hadn't been expecting. Did getting scratched like that really feel that good?

He decided to test it out on Dazai, just to see. That now-exposed back was getting a similar treatment, with a set of fingernails gently scraping downwards from the shoulder. He was also left wondering if Dazai felt as hot and sweaty as he did.]

- hahhh.

[The sound was accompanied by a full-bodied jolt when those nails blazed their way down his back, already damp with a light sheen of perspiration. Dazai looked up at Bedivere from his chest, wide-eyed, lips swollen from the plentiful kisses he's left on skin.]

You catch on fast.

I did say that, didn't I?

[A light bit of almost-teasing there. It was what he could manage in the heat of the moment like that.

It was driven by a desire to make Dazai feel good too, and while his movements were still a bit fumbling, he was starting to get the hang of it. Mapping out Dazai's skin with his hand- he was still a bit shy about using his mouth, he had to work his way there- proved to be interesting. All of the bumps and ridges from scars, to how gangly Dazai felt in general, it spoke volumes about Dazai's past. And it was fascinating to Bedivere.

With Dazai laying chest-to-chest with him, he couldn't really sneak his hand between them to touch his chest. So instead, he moved his hand do Dazai's hip, holding onto him there.]

Dazai, can we touch even lower?

[Let him touch your dick, Dazai.]

[Truth be told, he'd been restricting himself to grinding against Bedivere as a way to draw out the time he had to touch and taste, part of him fearing that this was just a one-off thing, or that he wouldn't get to do this again: this constant reminder of how mortality extended to even the time they spent together elicited a surge of intensity within him that he hasn't dared to describe yet.

But if Bedivere asked - he couldn't say no, really. Because his own actions were driven by the exact opposite of rejection.]

Alright.

[He'd dip his fingers further down, tantalizingly close to Bedivere's dick with the full intention of teasing him.]

[If only Bedivere knew of those struggles in Dazai's mind.

Here was another problem: how could Bedivere both hold onto Dazai and touch him at the same time? Sometimes having just one arm was troublesome. But he knew what he wanted, and with determination running through him, he let go of Dazai's hip to slip his hand down between Dazai's legs. Dazai may have intended on teasing Bedivere, but Bedivere didn't yet know the art of sexual teasing, so he definitely cupped the front of Dazai's crotch.]

Oh! It's big.

[He sounded honestly surprised by that. He was learning the wonders of how dicks got bigger during sex.]

[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.]

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