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[1stknight]

[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.

It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.

So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]

Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.

['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.

Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]

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[neverwashere]

[Bedivere's preference for flowery language was well noted for future use. Dazai might not have seen that blush, which was a shame, but he certainly heard that stutter.]

Then it's the intimacy that matters, hmm?

[Well, he could work with that.

He'd be depressed once Bedivere left or if they lost, but he could work with that.

Dazai shuffled around so he could sit in front of Bedivere. Already he missed the closeness of their earlier position, but this was the kind of conversation that needed to happen face-to-face.]

Let's start off simple, then. Would you like to touch me first? Or would you prefer I lead, then you try?

[A basic exploration of each other's bodies with hands was a good way to kick things off. His selfishness aside, Dazai figured it'd be better for Bedivere to be more comfortable in his skin while doing this first before anything else.]

[1stknight]

[Time to set aside worries about 'what comes after' and appreciate the moment. Because first times made Bedivere anxious and he was likely going to get performance anxiety.]

It might be best for you to lead. I, ah, only have one hand to touch you with. And, um. I am unsure of what to even do here. Neither of us are women, so what do we do without a 'delicate flower' to, ah, you know.

[And he didn't even know where he should be touching. Did they go right for the dicks? Was that how to have sex?

Yeah, he had no experience and not the best sex education. Help him, Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

[He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering - it was a very good thing Yosano wasn't anywhere in the vicinity - although some of his amusement showed in his smile.]

Since sex isn't just for procreation, we're not restricted to the that. Mind you, there's a way for two men to have penetrative sex, but let's save that lesson for another day.

[Because that would require a little more cleaning and preparation if Bedivere wasn't turned off by the idea.]

Anyway, the good news is that having only one hand won't affect how well you touch me.

[Here, he kept his left forearm behind his back, so he'd have a similar restriction. Then he lifted his right hand, stopping when there was about a centimeter between his fingers and Bedivere's cheek as a way to telegraph.]

I'll start now, yes? I expect you to be honest and tell me if you feel like you're uncomfortable or if I'm going too fast. I'll also be checking in if you're okay with me doing certain things - for example, a person who was almost choked to death before might not want their neck touched. The point is to attain mutual enjoyment using actions that we both agree are okay to take.

If, at any moment, you feel like moaning, you're more than welcome to. Just don't be too loud since we don't have the luxury of having sound proofed walls.

[Just making sure he had the basics covered.]

[1stknight]

[Bedivere, who knew nothing of how gay sex worked, had Questions. But those were questions for another day, since it sounded like Dazai had something else in mind.]

I'll try my best to keep up with you.

[To show he was serious there, he reached up to cup Dazai's cheek, much like what Dazai was doing to him. He actually touched the side of Dazai's face though.

And then his face got very warm when Dazai mentioned moaning. So casual!]

I-I will keep that in mind, yes.

[Atsushi, in his apartment, knowing what will eventually happen because he's already lived it and trying his best to give Dazai and his past self some privacy.]

[neverwashere]

This isn't a contest, but I can reassure you now that your stamina likely will outlast mine.

[He knew what Bedivere meant, though, and the hand on his cheek couldn't make things more clear. It was a bold move, which made Dazai wonder how intense Bedivere could be in bed, once they were past the learning curve.

That was a salaciously entertaining thought to have as he brushed his fingers down Bedivere's cheek, as light as a butterfly, extending to his jaw then a straight line downwards from neck to exposed clavicle.and delicately traced down.]

Good.

Disrobing can come later.

For now, I want to appreciate what you feel like in a yukata.

[He tried to not make it sound like a confession, but he failed to completely obscure his interest.]

[1stknight]

How I feel in a...

[Another lewd comment, one that made it hard to concentrate with how hot and bothered it made him feel. Bedivere had quite the imagination, and what he lacked in experience he made up for in creativity. Even if he didn't know what it was like to be touched, Dazai's hand there filled in the gaps where his imagination was lacking.

He couldn't even match Dazai's touch there. Instead of trailing his hand down sensually, he just moved it to place it over Dazai's chest, pressing it to whatever exposed skin or bandages were visible at the collar of his yukata. Feeling Dazai's heartbeat, that's what made this feel real.

Bedivere's own heart was racing in anticipation, sweat starting to form at his brow.]

D-do you like what you feel?

[neverwashere]

[It was hard to miss Dazai's sharp inhale and the rapid beating of his heart. Feeling the hand on his chest made his cheeks color - he hadn't expected Bedivere to go for his heart, but that's what made this rather dangerous for his health, no?

He nodded sharply, any attempts at verbal confirmation getting stuck in his throat because that'd make this all too real, and he leaned closer, tipping his head up to whisper sensually in Bedivere's ear and hide his expression.]

You catch on pretty fast.

[He dragged his hand down lower, hooking his finger on the fold of Bedivere's yukata to tease him, and went lower still without pulling to trace idle patterns on the other's abdomen.

Dazai's brain shorted a little. They felt nicely toned.]

[1stknight]

[That was close enough to make Bedivere shiver, the breath warming his face far more than he expected it to. he had a thing for praises, it seemed, and that knowledge felt dangerous.

He did jump a bit in place when he felt that hand on his abdomen. It tickled, a little, but it also just felt sensitive in general. He was indeed nicely toned though, as the previous quick views of him shirtless may have given away. A lifetime of swordfighting and adventuring meant being in shape, and while he didn't look imposing in his armor it was hard to miss his body outside of it.

He licked his lips, which suddenly felt very dry.]

Is this where we kiss?

[He's never even kissed someone on the lips before, this was beyond him.]

[neverwashere]

[All these innocent questions were going to be the death of him, and the vicious grip around his heart seemed to only reinforce the point.

The thing was, kissing Bedivere was very tempting. He still remembered how the strawberry popsicle stained that lovely mouth, and it was oh so easy to imagine Bedivere's matching fluster.

Instead, he reach up to press his index finger on Bedivere's lips with a wink, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.]

Save it for someone you're romantically interested in, hmm? Someone you'd want to stay with or bring along in your journey.

[1stknight]

[That was really unfair. Making his heart flutter like that, only to pull back, it made him feel slightly disappointed. But he didn't say anything about it, and he just nodded. As much as he wanted this to mean something, he was too much of a coward to ask for it.]

Mmm. What do we do instead?

[neverwashere]

[Bedivere's agreement was for the best, he told himself, his mouth lingering a touch too long with only a hair's breadth from that soft cheek.]

Why, we carry on.

[He traced the line of Bedivere's mouth, allowing himself to kiss them only in his imagination, and took the hand resting on his chest into his own, lifting it. Bedivere's fingers were as calloused as he expected, and Dazai ran his thumb over the worn lines of that palm.

Perhaps as a compromise with - or in consolation of - having certain things he couldn't express, he brushed his lips on Bedivere's wrist, raising his gaze to see what reaction he'd get.]

[1stknight]

[Oh, Dazai would get a reaction to be sure. That reaction was to slip his hand down to take Dazai's, and then bring Dazai's hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. And then he smiled, showing he knew exactly what he was doing with that kiss.]

So when you say 'no kissing', you mean on the lips. I think I understand.

[neverwashere]

Yes.

[He didn't plan on explaining why. Moreover, he hadn't planned to be the one who was flustered, heart fluttering in his chest as Bedivere assumed the role of a perfect gentleman.

Was this Bedivere actually teasing him, or was Dazai looking too deep into the action for a sign that his jumbled mess of emotions was somehow reciprocated? He didn't dare think on that, choosing to up the game instead by leaning forward to leave a kiss and an experimental lick on the side of Bedivere's neck.]

Since when were you so smooth?

[1stknight]

Since I have a good teacher. I'm a fast learner.

[Emotions were still hard though, and they needed time to work out just what they meant to each other. Bedivere was certainly charmed by Dazai, but love wasn't on his mind yet. They needed more time to bond first.

That said, these touches were very intimate, and certainly helped with the bonding. Bedivere let out a surprised gasp at the lick to his neck, but what was most surprising was how it made him feel like he had liquid fire coursing through his veins. He grabbed onto Dazai rather abruptly, seeking whatever he could hold to stabilize himself, as if he would fall over like a fainting waif otherwise.]

Do- do that again?

[It burned him to admit to it, but he liked how that made him feel.]

[neverwashere]

[The sudden grasp caught him off-guard, and he found himself holding onto Bedivere's elbow, his breath fanning on skin.]

Oh. [Bedivere liked that, and a grin spread on his lips.] Oh.

[He did it again as requested, and did a little more by scraping his teeth on the side of Bedivere's neck, his thumb rubbing small circles on a muscled forearm before sliding an arm around a trim waist.

If the teeth were welcome, he'd lightly suck on the skin just above the clavicle, easily hidden below a shirt collar.]

[1stknight]

[For someone like Bedivere, who normally was clothed in high-collar garb, having so much exposed skin was unusual for him. It made the skin there sensitive to touch, and Dazai's attention there felt downright obscene. This was more than he had ever imagined, more than the words his books had ever shared with him.]

Master-

[The teeth were welcomed by him tipping his head back and exposing more of his neck. Even with Dazai holding onto his waist, he still let go of Dazai and threw his hand behind himself to prop himself up. The movement also upended his legs, which he had to move to the side before he got bent over onto his back.

This was how he found out that the bottom of the yukata offered a bit more freedom to move than he had expected. He was suddenly self-conscious, though, and he tried to reach down with his right arm to hold the bottom half of his yukata shut, but then he remembered that he had removed his arm already and had to keep his legs pressed together to keep the yukata closed. How frustrating.]

[neverwashere]

[Curious, how Bedivere went from encouraging Dazai to becoming too aware of the parting of his robes. Dazai huffed in amusement as he licked the mark he left and guided Bedivere down so that they lay on their sides next to each other on the futon.

Then he loosely hooked his calf over Bedivere's knees with a cheeky grin.]

Comfortable?

[Because this way, Bedivere wouldn't have to worry about his yukata sliding open if Dazai's leg kept the fabric in place and Dazai gave him another thing to be distracted with - temporarily, in the case of the former. Also, their position gave Bedivere the chance to roll either of one of them on top of the other, if resting on his side made things difficult for his arm-less shoulder.]

By the way, call me 'Dazai' while we're doing this. Addressing someone as 'Master' in bed has a different connotation.

[1stknight]

Ah-

[Well, this certainly was a change of perspective. It really hit him there, how they were laying next to each other in bed and Dazai's leg had him trapped and he was enjoying all of it. He had no idea what was going to happen, and the newness of it all made him nervous, but he was excited too.

He fumbled for a bit, trying to figure out where to put his arm. Eventually he settled on Dazai's waist, laying his hand over Dazai and touching him through his yukata. They were supposed to be touching, right? This counted as touching.]

Alright, Dazai. And this is comfortable, yes.

[He tried a small smile, to show he was alright, but his nervousness ate at him too. Anticipation was going to kill him, he was sure of it.]

[neverwashere]

[Dazai inhaled softly. The arm around his waist felt like it belonged there, the warmth of it seeping through his bandages, tempting him to lean forward and do something reckless.

Up close, it was difficult to not see how soft Bedivere look, bravely trying to hide his nervousness as his soft hair spilled on the pillow, the hickey Dazai left earlier peeking out from the yukata's fabric.]

That's good.

[Where has his vocabulary gone? His next step? He pillowed his head with one arm to continue his self-imposed restriction and tilted his jaw just so to expose his gauze-covered neck and a bit of shoulder.]

So is this the part where you tell me you prefer clothed sex? [He dragged his other hand down Bedivere's side, ending at his hip.] Or is that not the case? Regardless, you should know that if what I suspect is correct, I'd hardly the only person interested in propositioning you. You'll look fine with or without the yukata on.

[1stknight]

I really don't know what I prefer, I haven't done any of this before.

[He had some ideas- Dazai had seen Bedivere's strange dream, after all- but he was mostly left with the impression that it was done nude and the was a lot of rolling around involved. 'A roll in the hay' being a common description for sex in his time and all.

Having that hand on his hip felt nice, though. Being touched anywhere felt nice, if he was being honest. Mostly he just wanted to keep being touched, clothed or unclothed.]

What if we do what you like, and see if I like it too?

[neverwashere]

[He meant to point out how Bedivere had gone out of his way to keep his yukata closed, but this new suggestion made it irrelevant.]

That's one way to go about it.

[What he actually liked, on the other hand, wasn't straightforward because Dazai was the kind of person who hid behind layers of meaning. There were things he liked that anyone observant enough could guess - he might not have called out his own hand fetish, but neither has he hidden his tendency to grasp hands when he flirted. Then there were the things he kept to himself in case it might be used against him.

Maybe over time, Bedivere would've been someone he'd explore that second category with. But since being comfortable with that kind of undertaking might span longer than the Grail War was ongoing, it was one more thing he'd have to keep to dreams.

Ah well.

He figured that focusing on Bedivere's pleasure for the rest of the evening was preferable over tackling his thoughts.]

Lay on your back, then. I'd like to feel out for myself the body of a man capable of bearing the weight of a ridiculously heavy arm on a daily basis.

[1stknight]

[But how could Bedivere satisfy Dazai's hand fetish if he only had one hand?

Jokes aside, Bedivere nodded. Dazai's declaration there got Bedivere to blush furiously though, because it was descriptive enough to paint a lovely mental picture of Dazai feeling up every inch of Bedivere's body. Even inches that normally went untouched, despite their insistence on being touched at this very moment. It was subtle, but Bedivere had to shift a bit to try and conceal his crotch, because even though he was only just starting to firm up it felt like he would be extremely obvious to Dazai if he didn't cover it up. But the act of trying to make his dick less obvious might have made it more obvious, ironically enough.

Bedivere then started to roll onto his back, but he stopped when he noticed a problem. Namely that Dazai would have to roll with him, given how entangled their legs were.]

Ah...come with me?

[Then he did move to roll onto his back, and Dazai would either have to go with him and end up sitting on him or let go entirely.]

[neverwashere]

[Yep, that only made the 'problem' more obvious, though Dazai simply grinned - he had plans.

Plans that now apparently included being rolled, and, breathlessly, he found himself resting his chin on Bedivere's chest. Being draped over a person taller than him was a surprisingly comfortable position, moreso when the person he was resting on looked gorgeous with his hair loose and silky-smooth all over his pillow.

Dazai swallowed.

Then he wiggled down so he could plant his face on Bedivere's chest, exactly on that patch of exposed skin above the yukata's opening.]

That invitation to come's a little bit early, hmm? I haven't even gotten you properly fired up.

[1stknight]

[Oh, double-entendres. How had he forgotten about those? And for a moment, with Dazai sitting on him, so close to that problem that he can practically feel it, he swore he stopped breathing.

But then Dazai buried his face in Bedivere's chest, and that made the man squeak in surprise.]

P-properly- I would say you're doing a good job!

[He could feel that breath on his exposed skin and it made him shiver. But he's supposed to be touching Dazai too, yeah? He abruptly remembered that, and he reached up to put his hand on the back of Dazai's head. Holding him there, maybe. Or maybe just touching him? Touching was nice, even if he was unsure of exactly where to touch Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

But you can still feel better.

[He was being purposefully coy as he dragged his fingers up Bedivere's waist when he felt the hand settling on top of his head.

Dazai chuckled and blew a raspberry on Bedivere's skin, breaking the buildup that he had barely started. Talk about bringing vanilla to a whole new level.]

You can massage my scalp if you'd like. Just not too much or I might fall asleep even before I've had my fill of your dick.

[However that came across in Bedivere's imagination. The point was that talking dirty was entertaining when his audience of one was this kind of attentive, and Dazai shifted a little, deliberately rubbing against Bedivere's groin. So was that firmness poking him just his imagination, or did he now have more excuses to get handsy?]