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[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.]

[That's a good goal you've got there, Guy. Asch is kind of resistant, but since Guy is pretty damn sweet with his hands, he can't really help making a rather interesting moan at that one. Better kick it up a notch.]

[Oi. Guy does it again, and rolls his thumb over Asch's tip, jerking his hand a little.]

[GOAL: MET.]

[Lovely! Guy always did like to leave on a happy note. Sitting back on his heels and taking the oil to pool some into his hand and stroke himself -shivering, because Asch makes some nice sounds- Guy glances at Asch's flushed face, his own cheeks red.]

Ready?

[Asch needs a second or two to recover, panting away like mad, he by some miracle manages to lift his head and give Guy a look. Something akin to "come hither" or "fucking hell don't ever ask me that again" or even "I know you're being polite but this is ridiculous".]

[Righto, Guy's on it! Literally. And it feels pretty good, actually, judging by the way his breath hitches even as he tries to move slowly to let Asch adjust.]

[And he thought the fingers had felt weird. Asch tries not to squirm, teeth clenching tightly as Guy settles into him. Not entirely what he had been expecting, but not very painful at all.

Definitely weird, though.]

... Y... you okay?

[Guy's forehead is resting on Asch's shoulder, fingers gripping his thigh tightly as he gives him as coherent a response as he can manage.]

Nnnnnnngh.

[Asch can't help but laugh at that, his own voice a little breathless and heavy, stroking a hand through Guy's hair.]

I'll take that as a yes. Don't get overwhelmed yet, we just started.

[This is where Guy mumbles something that probably sounds like, "nnnngh you feel good," before kissing him as a sign of his deep appreciation.]

[Asch'll take that, returning the kiss with much eagerness. It helps him adjust quite nicely.]

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