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[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.]

[Kisses are nice and all but um. Guy shifts his weight and groans.]

A-Asch...

[You started it. Brat.

Asch's breath catches at the shifting motion, feeling a twinge.]

I... it's weird... but you can move. Find that... spot. That thing.

[Blushing is a go.]

[Guy is more than happy to start looking for "that thing." In fact, he's going to very much enjoy the process of searching for it, if the sounds he's making are of any evidence.]

[Waiting.]

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...You are so off.

You know what? [Thrust.] Nn- we can switch, if you feel like being a man now.

And waste more time doing all that preparation? [Nnrgh.] Hell no.

You could always, y'know...help. [Nnf nnf.] N-not like I wanted to have s-sex with a log.

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But you're doing such a great job on your own. [Asch shifts anyway, trying to get his legs around Guy's waist.]

[It's reduntant but fuck you Asch. So Guy lifts Asch's hips and drives deeper and uses that wonderful memory of his to recall where exactly Asch's shut up button is.]

[Actually, Guy, that's the scream button.]

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