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[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.

[You get a swat to the head for that. Punk.]

You're the polite nurturing type. ... Wait, never mind, you're not polite. But you are pretty damn motherly.

No, I'm fatherly. Fathers can dote on their children, after all. [Guy is wriggling closer so he can distract Asch from this conversation since he knows very well that he's motherly.]

... Most fathers don't.

[Oh snap serious tone get.]

[Now this is a dangerous topic of conversation, because Guy has a lot to say about that particular father.]

...nevermind. [Guy moves in to kiss Asch instead, lips brushing his partner's as he speaks without really stopping the kiss.] Forget it. This is our time right now.

[Asch is grateful for that, because he knows there's plenty Guy could have said - plenty that would have ruined the evening completely. And yes, it was their time, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it, so he lifts his arms to wrap them around Guy's neck, holding him in another kiss. He didn't want that kind of distraction - he really didn't want to stop.]

[There's a nice little stretch of just making out that Guy thoroughly enjoys before he pulls back to catch his breath and address another rather important matter.]

...we're going to need lotion or some kind of oil.

[Well that came out of nowhere. Asch blinks, lifting a brow. ... Oh. Oh, right. Hm. He blushes, fingers moving idly in Guy's hair, just to keep things in motion.]

The kitchen, I guess...

[Probably should have thought of this before getting naked.]

...cooking oil?

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