"You're different," Jin Ling mumbles, wanting to press a pillow to his face now because he's probably just red now because now he's thinking about how much he freaking likes Sizhui and it's embarrassing.
Jin Ling swallows heavily as he finds himself nose to nose with the other. His lips parting as his eyes drop from the other's to his lips before back up.
Jin Ling's eyes close as the other's lips move, feeling his breath on his ear making it tingle and it took everything not to squirm beneath him. The words have his breath catching.
"I...uhm..." Jin Ling is still flustered by it, his shoulders rising. "I..."
Everything's already ended up backwards of the way he would have thought things would be. "I just always thought you were so..soft and.. that you'd... but then you shoved me into the door and I was in your lap..."
And can he shut up.
"I... you've thought about doing that?"
Jin Ling's never actually thought about the actual sex part.
That surprised him as well. Don’t worry. And to be fair, sex hadn’t really been on his mind until the last year or so.
Sizhui drops a soft kiss to the others mouth and then sits up so he can carefully peel off the rest of his clothes until he is the most vulnerable in the room.
Jin Ling relaxes a little at the soft kiss and he watches as the other gets completely undressed and at first he avoids looking down but after a few seconds his eyes move down over his torso to the other's cock and he feels a stirring in his at the sight.
"I just want you too," he admits. "..And for my ears to go back to normal."
Jin Ling kisses him and his eyes are closed as the other talks and he can still picture what he'd seen. His stomach is twisted in knots and it's so frustrating that he doesn't feel nearly as confident as the other seems.
His hands come up to Sizhui's sides, kissing him again as one of his hands moves lower over his hip and then to his cock, stroking it slowly. As he does a quiet sound slips out into the kiss.
That quiet sound is met with a softer moan and his fingers curl in both the sheet and the others hair. He kisses him again; a languid thing that he almost completely melts into.
But his hips roll instinctively into the others touch, and his hand eventually releases Jin Lings hair to instead reach into the others pants to palm him again but this time without the obstacle.
Jin Ling loves the other's hand in his hair and his own squeezes the other's cock as he strokes him, thumb brushing over the tip. His other hand digs in against his side and pulls him down more against him even as the other's palming him...
And now he really feels the heat of his hand, he moans quietly against the other's lips.
"You can put it in my ass," he mumbles against the other's lips.
Jin Ling sucks in a breath as the other's hand moves, as he feels him touching there and the muscle tenses instinctively. It's a weird sensation one that feels oddly good.
Sizhui doesn’t respond with anything more than an amused roll of his eyes and then he climbs off to take what is left of Jin Lings clothing off; throwing it into the pile of white, blue and gold.
He pauses to look him over on the bed and his eyes hood a bit at all of that smooth skin. He wants to kiss it. All of it.
This time when Sizhui crawls back onto the bed it’s between the others legs and he kisses a warm path up his middle, pausing to lightly circle one of his nipples with his tongue.
“You don’t sound certain...” he murmurs and fits their hips together when he kisses him again.
Jin Ling's breath catches as the other moves between his legs and it feels a lot different now that they're both completely naked. Now that he's naked. The other's lips are soft and warm on him and he whimpers when it stops at his nipple, arching up. That... felt really good.
He's not certain. He's kind of freaked out but he doesn't want Sizhui to know, doesn't want him to stop. Jin Ling knows he's always going to be scared about doing this -- at least for the first time. He makes another low sound as the other's hips are pressed to his and he focuses on the kiss instead of saying anything for a moment.
Instead of pressing the topic further, Sizhui presses into a deeper kiss. It’s probably better to distract Jin Ling than it is to point everything out to him.
He lets one hand roam along the other body. Touching, teasing, toying before scratching lightly along the outside of his thigh. Teeth catch the Jins bottom lip and he softly sucks at it before releasing it with a groan. Just being close to him, feeling the heat of his body against his own stirs so much more than he had originally intended.
It’s definitely better to just distract Jin Ling if they ever want to get
anywhere. He kisses the other back, burying his fingers into the others
hair as It feels like Sizhui is touching him everywhere, fingertips, nails,
he moans into the kiss and is breathless by the time the other sucks on his
lip. He can barely think of any of his insecurities. This is so much more
than he’d expected. He thought maybe they’d touch each other and get off
that way but now Sizhui is about to be inside him.
“Uhm, yeah,” Jin Ling mumbles, flushing as he moves enough to grab a small
bottle, holding it up to Sizhui.
When Jin Ling reaches for the oil, Sizhui takes that moment to just admire the other teen; even dropping a kiss to his shoulder before he is handed the bottle.
This step made sense. However it took a moment of concentration longer to work through how he was supposed to do this. With girls it was easy to figure out but with boys...he understood the just of it. But there were...obstacles.
He could make Jin Ling roll over for this; saving him from having to face Sizhui. Or he could keep him where he was and distract him.
Distracting him made more sense.
“You have to relax, okay?” He murmurs and steals a handful of kisses, while he opens the bottle and warms some on his fingers, “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”
Jin Ling swallows as he watches the other once he had the oil. The longer the other is quiet the more nervous and anxious Jin Ling gets, squirming a bit beneath him again. Distracting him is definitely the best idea for the least amount of panic honestly. He also understands the gist of what happens but the details? Those he's sparse on.
"I'm relaxed."
No, he's not. At all, don't call him out on it. He nips at the other's lips between kisses, and he nods.
Sizhui smiles at that and gives the other teen a look that says, ‘I don’t believe you, but I won’t argue’.
Instead he keeps his eyes on the others face and steals kisses here and there before finally sliding into a languid kiss he doesn’t have to break. While nudging slickened fingers down between them and between Jin Lings legs to coat that small pucker of flesh with the warms oil.
That was right. He knew that was. It was logical. As was the careful press of one finger; tucking just to that first knuckle.
Jin Ling is very tempted to stick his tongue out at the other for that look but he doesn't, just returning the kisses when the other gives them to him. He makes a soft sound into the kiss when the fingers pressed to that spot again. He tries to stay still, tries to relax. His hand gripping the other's shoulder tightly as the finger presses in.
It's not that it hurts but it definitely feels weird and he just can't help the fact that he's kind of freaked out. But he doesn't want Sizhui to stop. He wants this, he's just ready for the good part and not this awkward feeling, not this very vulernable feeling -- though maybe the sex would be vulnerable too...
He doesn't know. His thoughts distract him and he's not paying complete attention to the kiss, lazy and messy in his return.
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"You're different," Jin Ling mumbles, wanting to press a pillow to his face now because he's probably just red now because now he's thinking about how much he freaking likes Sizhui and it's embarrassing.
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He reaches for any pillows and shoves them away before the other can get any bright ideas and leans over him so that they’re nose to nose.
“How am I different?”
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"You don't have a stick up your ass?"
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Then he whispers, “I’m more interested in putting something in yours.”
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"O...oh," he swallows.
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That wasn’t just in his head.
Sizhui swallows softly and takes a moment to breathe before he pulls back again and searches the others face, “Unless...you...want mine.”
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Everything's already ended up backwards of the way he would have thought things would be. "I just always thought you were so..soft and.. that you'd... but then you shoved me into the door and I was in your lap..."
And can he shut up.
"I... you've thought about doing that?"
Jin Ling's never actually thought about the actual sex part.
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Sizhui drops a soft kiss to the others mouth and then sits up so he can carefully peel off the rest of his clothes until he is the most vulnerable in the room.
“I just want you. We can try both ways.”
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"I just want you too," he admits. "..And for my ears to go back to normal."
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“I love your ears; normal and as pink as roses,” he murmurs against his mouth before licking him playfully, “Now...I’m naked. What will you do now?”
Do something, Jin Ling. Make a move.
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His hands come up to Sizhui's sides, kissing him again as one of his hands moves lower over his hip and then to his cock, stroking it slowly. As he does a quiet sound slips out into the kiss.
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But his hips roll instinctively into the others touch, and his hand eventually releases Jin Lings hair to instead reach into the others pants to palm him again but this time without the obstacle.
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And now he really feels the heat of his hand, he moans quietly against the other's lips.
"You can put it in my ass," he mumbles against the other's lips.
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Just to be sure, he turns his palm and smoothes his hand further back until his fingertips brush against him.
“Are you sure?”
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"Are you?"
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Sizhui doesn’t respond with anything more than an amused roll of his eyes and then he climbs off to take what is left of Jin Lings clothing off; throwing it into the pile of white, blue and gold.
He pauses to look him over on the bed and his eyes hood a bit at all of that smooth skin. He wants to kiss it. All of it.
“Positive.”
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"Me too."
Mostly.
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“You don’t sound certain...” he murmurs and fits their hips together when he kisses him again.
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He's not certain. He's kind of freaked out but he doesn't want Sizhui to know, doesn't want him to stop. Jin Ling knows he's always going to be scared about doing this -- at least for the first time. He makes another low sound as the other's hips are pressed to his and he focuses on the kiss instead of saying anything for a moment.
"Why'd I say it then?"
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He lets one hand roam along the other body. Touching, teasing, toying before scratching lightly along the outside of his thigh. Teeth catch the Jins bottom lip and he softly sucks at it before releasing it with a groan. Just being close to him, feeling the heat of his body against his own stirs so much more than he had originally intended.
“....oil? Anything?”
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It’s definitely better to just distract Jin Ling if they ever want to get anywhere. He kisses the other back, burying his fingers into the others hair as It feels like Sizhui is touching him everywhere, fingertips, nails, he moans into the kiss and is breathless by the time the other sucks on his lip. He can barely think of any of his insecurities. This is so much more than he’d expected. He thought maybe they’d touch each other and get off that way but now Sizhui is about to be inside him.
“Uhm, yeah,” Jin Ling mumbles, flushing as he moves enough to grab a small bottle, holding it up to Sizhui.
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This step made sense. However it took a moment of concentration longer to work through how he was supposed to do this. With girls it was easy to figure out but with boys...he understood the just of it. But there were...obstacles.
He could make Jin Ling roll over for this; saving him from having to face Sizhui. Or he could keep him where he was and distract him.
Distracting him made more sense.
“You have to relax, okay?” He murmurs and steals a handful of kisses, while he opens the bottle and warms some on his fingers, “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”
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"I'm relaxed."
No, he's not. At all, don't call him out on it. He nips at the other's lips between kisses, and he nods.
"I'll be fine."
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Instead he keeps his eyes on the others face and steals kisses here and there before finally sliding into a languid kiss he doesn’t have to break. While nudging slickened fingers down between them and between Jin Lings legs to coat that small pucker of flesh with the warms oil.
That was right. He knew that was. It was logical. As was the careful press of one finger; tucking just to that first knuckle.
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It's not that it hurts but it definitely feels weird and he just can't help the fact that he's kind of freaked out. But he doesn't want Sizhui to stop. He wants this, he's just ready for the good part and not this awkward feeling, not this very vulernable feeling -- though maybe the sex would be vulnerable too...
He doesn't know. His thoughts distract him and he's not paying complete attention to the kiss, lazy and messy in his return.
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