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At least I keep my crotch covered.

[To the kitchen!]

[Guy blinks before laughing, rolling over and clutching a pillow to his stomach.]

I knew you still wore that for some reason!

[Asch smirks as he leaves, wandering off to explore the kitchen, anxious to find something useful and get back to Guy and the warm bed he's already missing. The rest of the house is cold, the kitchen tiles chilly against his bare feet, so he hurriedly retrieves some canola oil and heads back to his bedroom to scamper back into bed with Guy.]

It's damn cold out there.

Mmm? [Guy's glad that Asch is so at ease with being nude around him; he'd been worried that Asch would be more skittish, but he'd apparently settled right into the idea.

Good. Snagging the bottle of oil, Guy raises himself to his knees and opens it. Hopefully this wouldn't get too messy.]

[It's hard to be skittish with someone so casual, Guy, :| Also helps that you were totally smitten as soon as the clothes were off. Regardless, Asch slips back onto the bed and shifts closer to lean against Guy, seeking warmth, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do next, but trusting Guy to fill him in.]

I guess we've been too busy keeping the room warm to notice.

No need to get corny, Asch. [Guy grabs ahold of one of Asch's knees and nudges, gesturing for him to lie on his back as he wedges the bottle between his own knees and dips a finger inside.]

This will probably feel a little weird at first. Tell me if it hurts, though, okay? It shouldn't.

[Right into it, eh? Someone's eager :| Asch lies back willingly, briefly closing his eyes before nodding slowly to give Guy permission one final time.]

Okay. I'm ready.

[What, you wanna fondle some more, like a couple of kids in a locker room? Fff. Guy moves the bottle aside and kind of leans over Asch's leg awkwardly -kneeling between them seems kind of...yeah, not yet- and gently slips his finger inside.]

[.... Okay what. Whoa.]

Uh.

I told you it'd feel weird. Just bear with it.

[Right. Bearing with it now. This might take a bit of adjusting.]

[Guy's gonna get that nasty stretching business out of the way before moving a little deeper, hopefully getting closer to that glorious spot that makes all this uncomfortable shit worth it.]

[Waiting.]

[Waiting.]

[Wai- HOLD ON.]

[Ah ha!

Guy curls his finger.]

[Yeah Asch is totally whipped.]

Nngh, G-Guy, what the hell...!

What? [Guy strokes him teasingly, leaning over his knee to grin at Asch.] You think men would suffer through this unless it felt amazing?

I-I didn't know it was going to feel like tha-ahhh...

[Okay that feels really, really fucking amazing. Plz to be doing that more, Guy.]

[Yeah, that's probably good enough; Guy withdraws, pressing a second finger inside to stretch him further. Definitely wanted this to feel as good as possible for Asch, because hell yes to a repeat performance some other time.]

[Again with the weirdness, but it was passing much faster than before. Asch shivers, adjusting to the extra thickness, and tries to lift his head to watch, but it's kind of embarrassing and- oh hey, that feels really good so never mind that idea~]

[Guess what Guy's goal is? To make Asch scream. So he digs the fingers in, curls them and reaches over to tug on his length with his free -also oil slickened- hand.]

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