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.
That might be more distracted than he had been looking for but he rolls with it; the kiss turns sloppy but he bites at twhat he can whenever he can get it. Lips. Tongue. It doesn’t matter.
He’s busy with that and carefully slips more and more of his finger inside of him. It’s a slow but steady movement that he doesn’t dare pull free of. As tight as the other teen was he knew that if he did pull his finger out he would never get it back in.
“Do you at least trust me enough to believe I won’t intentionally hurt you?”
Jin Ling isn't meaning to get distracted from the kiss and the bites do start to turn his attention back onto what they're doing, though, he's also focusing in on the pressure of Sizhui's finger pushing in deeper. His grip on the other's shoulder tightens a little more.
But then Sizhui speaks and what he says makes Jin Ling loosen his hold just a little, opening his eyes.
“Good,” Sizhui relaxed a bit and softly brushed his nose against the others; his eyes lid and he hesitated before pressing his forehead against his. The ribbon pressed against the Jins skin and he closed his eyes, “I’m sorry if I do, though...”
Because that was inevitable this time wasn’t it? The first?
His finger carefully curled a bit, the deeper it pressed and then he slowly rocked it a little. The other teen was so tight that he worried that this was going to be a bad idea. Maybe he should talk about this first?
Jin Ling closes his eyes as their noses brush together and he always likes
that feeling for some reason as simple as it is. He then felt the other's
forehead pressing against his, the infamous ribbon and his heart stops and
then races and then he thinks that Sizhui must just be carried away. It
doesn't mean anything. There's no way that it means anything.
"Don't worry, I can take it, Sizhui," Jin Ling counters, his breath
catching as the other pressed in deeper still but then the movement... it
felt kind of good -- weird but good. Good enough that he did start to relax
a little finally.
Jin Ling is going to be very unaware that it was definitely on purpose and meant something until they actually talked about it out loud. He wants to make the other stop worrying, he can feel his worry somehow.
"Mmn," Jin Ling makes a soft sound, his body tightening and then relaxing and his hands tighten slightly on the other's shoulders.
“Because if it hurts too much I’ll stop,” Sizhui murmurs against the others mouth before he cuts anything else off with a deeper kiss. He slowly adds a second finger and slowly opens his eyes to see if that’s too much.
Jin Ling is about to protest that but well the other's kissing him and he doesn't want to break it. He whimpers a little into the kiss, the stretch making it more uncomfortable but it would be alright. It doesn't really hurt that much. It's totally okay. He can stay relaxed. He can tell how it could feel good even if it's not there yet, and he's getting impatient.
"This is just dragging it out," he huffs against the other's lips.
Sizhui stretches him as much as he is willing. He knows, he should take more time to do this but Jin Ling is temperamental. Maybe if he just goes slower?
The Lan offers a few more actual stretches and then reluctantly pulls away to grab more of the oil. He sits back and coats his length thoroughly in it; it’s a bit cold but not too bad.
Moving into place he hesitates and glances between them (this is a bad idea. He knows it) but then presses himself against him, pushing carefully until just the top of him is inside. Then he lets him adjust a little, and takes those moment to calm his own heart.
Jin Ling's hands slip away from the other's shoulders when the other moves. His eyes follow his movements and his stomach twists with nervousness and a bit of apprehension. Sizhui's dick is definitely a lot bigger than his fingers had been. His lets out a shaky breath as the other's blunt head presses against him.
There's a moment where the thought that too big is loud in his head but he holds back. He tries not to tense but he whimpers a little as the other breaches his entrance. He takes a deep breath. This burns and he's pretty sure it'll hurt but he doesn't say anything, just reaching to pull the other in for another kiss.
Jin Ling was smart to kiss him just then because those pained sounds were almost enough to make him want to pull away completely. Hurting him was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted...he wanted this to be *good*. But...
Sizhui makes a warm sound and doesn’t move away, instead he slides a hand into the others hair and breathes slowly, “Relax...Rulan.”
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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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He’s busy with that and carefully slips more and more of his finger inside of him. It’s a slow but steady movement that he doesn’t dare pull free of. As tight as the other teen was he knew that if he did pull his finger out he would never get it back in.
“Do you at least trust me enough to believe I won’t intentionally hurt you?”
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But then Sizhui speaks and what he says makes Jin Ling loosen his hold just a little, opening his eyes.
"I know you'd never intentionally hurt me."
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Because that was inevitable this time wasn’t it? The first?
His finger carefully curled a bit, the deeper it pressed and then he slowly rocked it a little. The other teen was so tight that he worried that this was going to be a bad idea. Maybe he should talk about this first?
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Jin Ling closes his eyes as their noses brush together and he always likes that feeling for some reason as simple as it is. He then felt the other's forehead pressing against his, the infamous ribbon and his heart stops and then races and then he thinks that Sizhui must just be carried away. It doesn't mean anything. There's no way that it means anything.
"Don't worry, I can take it, Sizhui," Jin Ling counters, his breath catching as the other pressed in deeper still but then the movement... it felt kind of good -- weird but good. Good enough that he did start to relax a little finally.
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There was no doubt that —eventually— Jin Ling could take it. That he would be fine. But, at this moment, Sizhui was worried.
He twists his finger a few times, testing the flutter and clench of those muscles. They felt good...but...
He smiled a little and nipped the others mouth, “If we do this, you know you’re mine right?”
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"Mmn," Jin Ling makes a soft sound, his body tightening and then relaxing and his hands tighten slightly on the other's shoulders.
"I...know... now why are you saying if??"
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"This is just dragging it out," he huffs against the other's lips.
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The Lan offers a few more actual stretches and then reluctantly pulls away to grab more of the oil. He sits back and coats his length thoroughly in it; it’s a bit cold but not too bad.
Moving into place he hesitates and glances between them (this is a bad idea. He knows it) but then presses himself against him, pushing carefully until just the top of him is inside. Then he lets him adjust a little, and takes those moment to calm his own heart.
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There's a moment where the thought that too big is loud in his head but he holds back. He tries not to tense but he whimpers a little as the other breaches his entrance. He takes a deep breath. This burns and he's pretty sure it'll hurt but he doesn't say anything, just reaching to pull the other in for another kiss.
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Sizhui makes a warm sound and doesn’t move away, instead he slides a hand into the others hair and breathes slowly, “Relax...Rulan.”
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