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The mattress dipped as Colden climbed on behind him. His hands steadied Asher's hips, brushing against the skin softly. His head dipped down, nudging against Asher's backside. He'd actually never done this to someone else before, though he'd had someone try it on him once before. His tongue poked out, prodding gently against the boy's entrance.
His head dropped, a long, breathy moan falling from his lips. His fingertips dug into the bed, his back arching, shuddering. God, he didn't care why he was doing it, but Colden was doing something interesting, pleasurable, and.. Interestingly pleasurable. It wasn't a feeling he was used to.
His saliva was quick to slick the small ring of muscle enough for the tip of his tongue to push inside. Colden used his hands to spread his buttocks a little, allowing him better access.
[ There aren't many ways to tastefully say a*s cheeks. I chose buttocks xD ]
((I like your choice of words. I approve. I'm all for classy sex scenes. I don't really like them dirty. You know?))
He nearly collapsed. Asher didn't, but damn, he was close. "Ah!" He arched closer, body straining. How the hell did this feel good? He didn't know, and he didn't particularly care.
[ I don't mind if the characters are in the mood for rough, dirty sex, but I like to keep the language as classy as possible. Every time I try to type the word dick or c*ck seriously, I start to giggle. ]
Colden's tongue darted back and forth, not really penetrating him, but teasing him like he had earlier. Yes, Colden was having fun and enjoying this very much.
((Hehe, people make me blush if they make perverted jokes, but I'm a horrible joker. It's strange.))
He didn't know what to do. God, he had never done this before. Sheesh. His body was shuddering, shivering, the light from the candles dancing across his skin, his tattoos, his piercings, his scars.
"Jesus, you're trying to kill me." He rolled over so Colden was above him, face level with his groin. Asher gave a shaky smile. "I'm being driven crazy from wanting you, and you know it. And you're trying to kill me anyway."
Colden took the tip of him into his mouth and sucked, running his tongue over the hardened flesh. He groaned and slightly shifted around so he was comfortable.
Sure, Asher had long legs, but not that long. His legs shifted up so the back of his knees were resting lightly, ever so lightly, on Colden's shoulders. His quiet groaning became a little less quiet, his hips jerking at the contact.
He took this opportunity to slip one finger into Asher, his entrance already slicked enough for him to do so. He continued to suck on his length, keeping him preoccupied.
"Ah!" His hips thrust down, the finger inside of him feeling strange, like he wasn't used to it. He wasn't, not quite yet. He arched his hips up, closer to Colden's mouth, moaning.
He caressed the sensitive skin just below Asher's navel with his free hand, a silent way to comfort him. His finger pushed in further, down to the knuckle. The discomfort was expected, considering how tight Asher was.
Colden hummed gently, his tongue working double time against Asher's length.
"Oh, god." He didn't know what to do. No amount of noise could describe the pleasure - the mingle of pain - running through his body. His form twisted, begging to be touched, his eyes wide, breathing coming out in panting moans.
Colden added a second finger, so that Asher's body stretched. He was a little bigger than just two fingers, so he didn't want to hurt him. He pumped them in and out at a steady, gentle pace.