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[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.

[Bah. He is a tiny child. A tiny child who is too logical for Asch's lusty mid-blowjob mind, which is very childish indeed.]

... Th... then you shouldn't have started...!

Have you never heard the term "foreplay," Asch? [This is Guy rolling off of Asch and onto his back, curling to tug his boots off and toss them over the side. Very tight boots, those.]

Of course I have! I just... [And Asch sort of trails off into the 'not worth it' territory of the argument, because Guy's taking his boots off and goddammit those pants better follow.]

[Ta-daa! They do. And Guy rolls onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and clasping his hands in front of him to grin cheekily at Asch.] Now's about the time you say, "Guy, I don't want to do this," if you're going to back out. Last offer.

[Asch shoots Guy an irritated look; shame on him for finally getting his damned clothes off and then covering up.] I want to do this, so shut up and get over here before I have to start doing this myself.

[An empty threat, since he really had no clue what he was doing. ...Still.]

[Guy does have to quirk his eyebrows at that.] Yourself, huh? You do that often, then?

[SPLUTTER.]

You know Sylph kills a kitten every time you do.

The day I start caring about proverbial kittens is the day I kill myself for becoming so pathetic.

Really? You seem like a cat person, actually. [Guy reaches over and slides a hand across Asch's stomach, just to have some touch. Nothing too intimate, though, he's trying to have a conversation.]

[Asch lifts a brow at that, stretching out a little at the touch, ironically like a cat himself. Intimate or not, that feels nice.]

Haha. You want to settle down and raise a litter?

[Snort. Right.]

You have to be the mom. Long hair and mood swings, after all.

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