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[Go right ahead; Guy's hands are gliding down Asch's sides, his thighs -very nice- and over his hipbones before pausing, Guy drawing back slightly to give him a questioning look. Wanting permission.]

[Asch feels Guy's hesitation, in the middle of discarding the first belt, and meets his eyes for a moment. Realizing what he's thinking (after a quick glance downwards) Asch blushes, but nods. That's what they're there for, after all.]

[Guy's touch is hesitant at first; he knows Asch is nervous, and delving in like he wanted to might increase that. First and foremost, his job was to make sure Asch was comfortable.

Well. Better than comfortable.]

[Even if he's jumpy as momma liger, he is definitely going to react to that kind of touch. He stirs a little, biting his lower lip, and tries a little harder to get that last belt off.]

[Satisfied that Asch wasn't going to get cold feet, Guy strokes him with an open palm, his other hand exploring Asch's chest and belly. There were surprisingly few scars; Guy had expected many more, considering his line of work. The Order must have had fantastic healers.]

[Okay that one gets a nice groan, hands faltering slightly before he gets his control back. This is harder than it looks.

Then again, so is he, thanks to Guy.]

[Guy pauses thoughtfully for a moment though, sitting up and straddling one of Asch's legs, out of his reach. Would it be too soon, or...?]

[Clueless Asch is clueless and doesn't know what you're doing, so he keeps focusing on getting those pants down.

Goddammit, Guy, if they didn't look so good on you Asch would set them on fire.]

[That would hurt, virgin boy. And third degree burns are not attractive.]

[Don't use that look, you bastard, Asch knows better. He wants to see those pretty legs bare. HURRY UP AND DO SOME WORK THERE GAY BABYSITTER.]

[Oh, shut up. Guy grabs Asch's wrists and leans down, pinning them to the bed and kissing just below his navel. Get a clue already, weren't you in the military?]

[Asch blinks, then his eyes widen. Oh. Holy shit, Guy, give the poor boy a heart attack why don't you.]

[He hasn't even done anything yet.]

[asdfdgf. Get on that, boy. Asch is starting to squirm.]

[Impatient little brat. Asch needs to learn how to savor these kinds of things; Guy nips at his hipbone.]

[Getting him all antsy and making him wait. Meanie. And Guy's not even naked yet. He wriggles his hands, trying to free them so he can get back to fighting with those pants.]

[We will be having none of that, son, because Guy's just decided to drag his tongue across your length. Surprise!]

[WHY YES THAT IS AN AWFULLY BIG AND IMPORTANT SURPRISE. Thanks, Guy, you just reduced Asch to a puddle.]

[Now, let it be known that Guy has never actually done this sort of thing before. Honestly, it's kind of self-explanatory; use mouth, make Asch squirm and groan. Teeth are probably bad, avoid using those when possible.

Honestly, it's not really that much of a wonderful experience, giving another man a blow job, but Asch's sounds and expressions more than make up for it. Not to mention seeing him writhing around when Guy experiments with his tongue against his tip is very entertaining. Maybe Guy's just a pervert, though.]

[Asch really hadn't expected this; it's... humbling, in so many ways, the fact that Guy's accepted him, and wants to please him so much that he's willing to do that. It's also really embarrassing, to be reduced to easily to a mess of nerves and hormones, so he sits up a little, reaching out a hand to grip Guy's hair, fingers stroking through it encouragingly. If Guy's willing, he'd really like some more of that.]

[After a bit Guy draws back, licking his lips thoughtfully. Didn't taste bad, per se, just...well, different. He wiped his chin with his wrist, eyes falling down to watch Asch as he catches his breath.]

Well?

[Asch splutters for a moment, eyes wide, gawking. Goddammit Guy you did not just do that and then ask about it. Now he's really embarrassed at being caught with all those interesting expressions.]

W-well what!?

Hey, I'm new to this too, y'know. [No, he's not teasing you Asch. No way.]

[You are a mean old man, Guy Cecil.]

H-have a hint - stopping is not good...

[Don't take him for ungrateful! He just doesn't want to see all of Guy's hard work go to waste.]

[Guy's not old! He's mature. ~~Kind of.~~]

If I don't stop, though, it'll be over before I get anything out of this. I think we should hold off just a little bit.

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