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Abrupt Kissing Meme.

The Abrupt Kissing Meme

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
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→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

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[Now that their relationship had changed Terra knew he wouldn't be able to hide for much longer. He was almost always taken over by emotions, negative or positive. It was the source of all his horrid decisions, because even the desire to do something good and useful still managed to pull a total reach around and screw him over. It was why Terra maintained a relatively strict hold on himself, why he was so cautious. It always felt like one slip would mean the difference between breaking their friendship and helping it thrive.

Case in point: The kiss was perfect but the way Wolfram held onto him? It was reaching into deeper parts and tugging in the wrong way. Some of his thoughts were far more advanced than just kissing, there was a bed right there after all, and yet this was beyond 'early' and into full blown 'wow you're getting ahead of yourself take a cold shower, dumbass' territory. Maybe his life would have been easier if all that thinking made it impossible to let Wolfram experiment, to sneak his tongue into that waiting mouth.

It had always amazed Terra how Wolfram had never noticed the kind of desire he created. It was just as emotional as it was physical, he'd never worked so hard for one person, never found so much patience in himself until he met Wolfram. As much as he would refuse to say it out loud - he would sooner write it in the sky - Terra had been in love with Wolfram for quite a while. Maybe that was why it was so fucking difficult to keep his head on straight. Maybe.]

[A bed that had been cleared off, as well. And Wolfram still hadn't made clear his intentions behind doing that. Truth be told, it had just been an effort to give them a place to sit if it were needed... though, yes, the thought of making out had been on his mind when it was done. And, obviously, still is on his mind.

The differences between platonic, friendship-like love and actual romantic love are still new to him, he's still figuring it out. He'd been well aware that Terra loved him at least in the friend sense, as he'd never had someone so accommodating to his whims and mood swings. Or someone willing to stick with him so long. And honestly, he'd been aware that he himself was physically attracted to Terra, pretty much from the get-go. But he'd never felt the need to push that because he'd been entirely comfortable with where they were. It wasn't until he was confronted with the possibilities, as is happening right now, that the desire for something more was sparked inside of him.

Eventually, he has to pause in his experimenting with the kiss in order to come up for air, and while doing so he places a trail of quick kisses along Terra's jawline. As if breaking contact with him for too long wasn't something he was willing to do. And it's not.

He realizes then, as he threads a few fingers into Terra's hair, that he wants everything Terra's willing to give him. Everything. And a part of him is saying that maybe that's selfish, because he's been told on so many occasions throughout his life that he's being selfish, but at this point, in this instance, he doesn't really care that much.]

[For Terra the differences between the possibilities could be so minute at times that it was no wonder why he kept himself a little closed off, at times. All of his important relationships had developed from friendships, Terra had never been able to reconcile with the idea of going out and dating complete strangers. You could always see the best and worst of a friend over time and so you always know what you were getting into with them. It was familiar, comforting even, and so much of friendship translated easily into a romantic relationship. It was part of why he was careful with Wolfram, especially, always judging himself a little for each show of affection, even those that were purely friendly. One little change in atmosphere and it would have gone too far.

But losing his best friend was no small event, so Terra can forgive himself for this much, and remind himself that Wolfram wants it even if his lack of experience is a little concerning. There was a lot of responsibility that came with being the first Everything.

Not that he had much chance to psyche himself out, not when Wolfram refused to stop, pulling not so innocent moans, dark and heady, from Terra's throat.] Wolfram --

[Everything was tossing him on the bed and kissing his lips sore, tugging every bit of clothing off or at least open enough to take advantage of all that unmarked, untouched skin. Everything included letting himself indulge in fantasies, in giving Wolfram the most unbelievable first time. Selfish or not, that wasn't really the issue, it was yanking Terra out of his own self control that would take an unfortunate amount of effort.]

You are making this very difficult. [He was being unfair, he sincerely doubted Wolfram knew how much power he had over Terra's body, but it was a good excuse to let his hands slip down, quite shamelessly groping his rear as he bent down to kiss at Wolfram's neck, gentle in contrast to the slightly rough squeeze of his fingers. As long as clothes remained on it was probably alright enough.]

[He never expected to pull such amazing sounds from Terra, those moans that send a thrill right through him, even giving a boost to his pride at knowing he's the one that caused them, he's the one that did that. All in all, it's far more encouraging than anything.

And he really hadn't been aware that he could have this much effect on, well, anyone, really. It wasn't news to him that he was pretty, he heard it all the time, but it had always felt more like "wow you have an aesthetically pleasing face" rather than actual attraction.

This, though, there's absolutely no mistaking the attraction here, especially not after those moans, even the way he said his name. If Terra thinks Wolfram was being unfair, he really has no idea how fast he's working Wolfram up already.

And then suddenly there are hands roughly squeezing at his ass and Terra's mouth at his neck and the immediate spike in arousal results in a broken gasp spilling from his lips. Once again his arms are tightly wrapped around Terra's neck, practically clinging to him as he tilts his head to murmur breathlessly against his ear.]

Funny. I was trying to make it easy...

[And if Terra didn't believe those words, Wolfram would easily prove them to him in his next action. Which was to bring his legs up around Terra's waist, trusting his hold around Terra's neck and the other's physical strength to keep him there. If it wound up being too much, or the surprise of it knocked Terra off balance and they both ended up on the floor, well. He wouldn't really mind that so much, either.]

[That was just inexperience. Wolfram was more than just 'aesthetically pleasing', he could increase the already dangerous sass levels a million times over once he came into his own. Of course, there was always the possibility that Wolfram might see using charms as low or undignified, but you never know. Terra had been doomed from the start and some of his thoughts and little hypotheticals in the very beginning of their friendship had been anything but innocent. They had actually been outright dirty, shamelessly so, and then appropriately repressed and done away with once it became clear that he had a new best friend, one that was there to stay.

Now it wasn't so easy to keep it all at bay but how could it be when Wolfram sounded like that, the very definition of audible sin, unfairly tempting.Though it might have been more obvious on the blonde's end, Terra was clinging just as badly and if something interrupted them, if Wolfram wanted to get away then Terra wasn't so sure he could let him go without a fight.

Though, by the looks of it, he really didn't have to worry. Wolfram climbed him like a tree waiting to be conquered and Terra couldn't help laughing gently into that blonde hair, lips skating across Wolfram's temple. His balance was just fine, the muscles in his arms weren't just for show, after all, and his friend turned lover was far too light to be any real issue.]

When have you ever made anything easy for me?

[Wolfram was difficult, at times, and maybe he was a little selfish and demanding, hot and cold, spoiled, but so what? Terra loved him that way. He was also the most giving, loyal to a complete fault, he valued family to an astronomical level, and all that emotion was the result of his honesty. Terra would never wish for a watered down version, and that might mean becoming well acquainted with the boundaries of his self control. He held Wolfram by his thighs but they wouldn't be standing too long, the bed was there and it was made to be taken advantage of. Still holding him securely, Terra got one knee up onto the mattress, kissing along his neck gently, allowing himself the occasional bite.]

You know we don't [Talking was difficult, and Terra freed up one hand to tug Wolfram's shirt down and open, it was probably better to hide all the marks he fully intended to leave on Wolfram's skin.]

["Stubborn" could definitely be added to Wolfram's list of faults as well, or even his list of strengths, though then it would probably need to be listed as "determined." He wasn't easily deterred from the things he knew he wanted, anyway, whichever term one wanted to use in order to convey that. And what he wants right now is probably blatantly obvious, even if Terra is still trying to hold himself back.

And he really can't argue with what he has to say, either. He knows well enough his own combative nature, his tendency to be argumentative. It hadn't often won him friends. But Terra never seemed to mind, even went so far as to tease him about it. Which meant being with him was never boring, it never got old, there were always new things to discuss or playfully argue about, new jokes to be made, and new opportunities to tease each other. But no sore spots were ever intentionally prodded, no vulnerabilities maliciously exploited. So it works. For the both of them, he's sure, or else Terra wouldn't have offered to let him live with him in order to keep them from being separated.

He's only partially surprised that Terra doesn't have any problem holding him like this. And the show of strength, honestly, is just another turn on. But he's not disappointed in the least when the bed has suddenly gotten a lot closer, though he refuses to let go of him for even a second in order to drop onto it. If Terra wants him on the sheets, he's going to have to place him there himself.

Those kisses and bites against his neck just earn him increasingly desperate sounds pulled from Wolfram's throat, though his words still come out soft and breathless.]

What? Have to? [That is what he'd been trying to say, wasn't it?] I want to.

[Had he really not been making that clear enough? He shifts just a little in Terra's hold on him, as his shirt is moved out of the way enough for Terra to do whatever he wished with the exposed skin.

Something akin to a whimper leaves him then, completely involuntarily, and he hides his flushed face against Terra's neck. But he doesn't want the noise or the action to be misconstrued as reluctance in any way. So he bucks his hips lightly against Terra's waist, and there's no denying it: he's hard. But that probably shouldn't come as a surprise, especially factoring in his age and inexperience.]

[Even if Wolfram was just a touch too difficult, a little too emotionally demanding, Terra still would have offered his place, maybe with the fine print that Wolfram work towards his own independence but that was the only change. But they got along extremely well despite coming from opposite ends of the spectrum, despite the age difference and the occasionally different perspectives, so letting him stay permanently would be just fine. There would be obstacles but it was nothing they couldn't overcome.

One thing they would really have to work on was clinging to each other with the force of rejoined universes. He didn't expect Wolfram to let go and, honestly, Terra didn't want to let go either, not even to set the younger man on the bed. And he supposed that he knew that answer, that Wolfram didn't really need to say he wanted it because he was young, he'd never done this before, but he wasn't an idiot, he knew what this would lead to if they didn't stop, or veer into something less complicated.

For a moment he didn't answer, Terra let the that whimper dig his teeth into his skin, a little harder and crueler than before. He dipped his body foreword and let Wolfram meet the bed so that his grip could relax. By now he had more than enough reason to be worried about leaving slight bruises from his hold alone.]

You could regret it. [He smiled into Wolfram's neck, laughing gently but he would know why, soon.] I could be horrible at this.

[It had been a while and he wasn't so arrogant to exist above slight performance anxiety, but the humor in it was that Wolfram didn't really have much to compare it to, in the end, and he knew that, so the reasoning was flawed from the start. Even worse than that, Terra was still working at Wolfram's shirt, tugging it up and becoming distracted by the skin revealed there, so much that he angled his body down and let his tongue ease over his lower stomach, dangerously close to his pants.]

[Any mild bruises that Terra leaves on him he's going to be proud of. Granted, not that he wants everyone in the world seeing them and asking embarrassing questions. But any visible or tangible proof of such intense emotion coming from Terra, that he's responsible for, is just going to leave him with a sense of accomplishment.

That doesn't, however, mean he's not initially surprised at that harder bite, and another gasp escapes him as he's lowered to the bed. He loosens his hold then on Terra's neck before reluctantly pulling his arms away from him so he can just get rid of the damn shirt, adding it to the collection of strewn clothing about his room with a careless toss.

When Terra decides to suggest he might regret it, he's momentarily tempted to respond with "The only way I'll regret it is if you decide afterward you don't want me around anymore." But while that's pretty much always guaranteed to be a fear of his, having people leave him, he knows it's unfounded with Terra because he's proven that. So it's really not even worth mentioning.

He huffs, a small, forced exhalation that shifts into a soft groan as he watches Terra angle himself downwards, feels his tongue against his heated skin. He wriggles unintentionally from the sensation before laying further back against the bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can still see Terra.]

I don't care. It's you. So I don't care.

[Whether it's terrible (and he's highly skeptical of that) or wonderful or just odd, none of that really matters because it's still an experience shared with Terra. And that's the important thing.]

[The idea that Terra would abandon Wolfram after pretty much taken his virginity, not to mention all of Wolfram's trust and respect was, in fact, extremely preposterous. It would never happen, he could never be that thoughtless and cruel. In that sense it didn't make a lot of sense to doubt himself to such a great extent, but just as Wolfram held that fear, Terra felt the same way. Obviously he couldn't stand losing Wolfram to distance, but Wolfram choosing to leave him was even worse.

But his words don't match Terra's thought process. For as hardheaded as he could be about his own fears and concerns even Terra couldn't ignore straight logic. Someone who felt this was right because of the person, the feelings, wasn't very likely to just up and leave without a hell of a reason, were they?]

Okay.

[It's a very small admission, a sign that, for now, he wouldn't worry so much about it. Wolfram had more than earned his trust over the time they'd known one another and sex wasn't a good reason to toss all of that out the window. But Terra would still be gentle, mindful of what he was doing, and that showed itself in the care he took with handling Wolfram's pants. He wasn't going to make this painful, though Wolfram might want to speed things up Terra knew how important it was to be careful for at least the first round, assuming he really wanted to do, well, everything.

Right now his experience might be limited to Terra's lips trailing lower, lower ... Until his tongue lathed over the base of Wolfram's cock, one arm braced him on the bed, but his free hand took over what his mouth had yet to work on. He wasn't giving his friend - boyfriend, a chance to go unstimulated. Terra wanted to hear him shout and scream, a guilty part of him wanted to hear Wolfram call his name over and over again, if he had to keep at this for hours to achieve the result then it was just fine. He liked sucking cock anyway so Terra really wasn't losing out here.]

[Leaving him would never be a choice Wolfram would make on his own. His loyalty was far too strong for that, and he's aware of how much it would hurt Terra - just the fact that he'd had just a strong of a reaction to the idea of being apart as Wolfram had was proof enough of that. Well, maybe outwardly it hadn't been as strong of a reaction, but that was only because of Wolfram's tendency to be expressive and Terra's tendency to bottle things up. The fact that he'd had a visible reaction at all had come across as pretty serious to Wolfram.

There were things Wolfram could be patient until the ends of the Earth about, but this is not one of them. And he's greatly relieved when Terra decides to open his pants, lifting his hips off the bed slightly to make it easier. Another soft groan, a sound of audible frustration, leaves him as he watches Terra slowly bring his lips lower and lower down his body.

And then he cries out at the feel of his tongue, his mouth there, because it's new and a little intense because it's new. His hips lift off the bed again, briefly, instinctively. He's got one hand clenching at his bedspread, fingers tightly gripping at the fabric, while the other he brings down so he can run his fingers through Terra's hair. And his breathing is erratic, he can't seem to keep it under control, much like the soft noises leaving his throat though he tries to keep them at bay by biting his lower lip. Because his instinct is to try not to make so many embarrassing little noises, but if Terra actually told him not to hold them back, then he'd stop. And he'd likely never try to silence them again.]

[For all that Terra had been able to dissect and figure out Wolfram the same had apparently been done in return. He was right. In the end Terra felt just as strongly as Wolfram but he couldn't bring himself to be as open or expressive anymore, after Ven had been hurt a part of him had lost shifted so thoroughly that even when he came back into himself there was no fixing it. To let himself be so openly shocked, and to even be so open with his own desires was an enormous show of faith on his part.

And all of it was so very worth it to hear Wolfram like that, so surprised and reactive. Because he hasn't quite worked up to the real event, Terra can smile at the way his hair is petted. The room suddenly felt so quiet, voided out aside from the two of them and Wolfram's noises, each one relaxing Terra as well as exciting him. He licked up, deliberately slow, purposefully lazy until his lips reached the head of Wolfram's cock and his hand switched places, holding at the base, fingers pumping in tight, shallow motions. If he hadn't chose that exact moment to look up he would have missed the way Wolfram was biting his lip, and Terra just couldn't have that.

He pulled away, not with the intention of torturing Wolfram but just to correct him. His thumb pressed at Wolfram's chin, trying to free his lip gently.]

You aren't allowed to be quiet. [It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order, one that didn't need to be cruel to be well delivered. Terra just needed the steady, dark tone of his voice and the heat in his eyes, and he knew he had that. Assuming Wolfram listened, Terra could get right back to his task, rewarding him by simply taking all of Wolfram into his mouth in one quick movement.]

[His eyelids had relaxed into a half-lidded position while he was watching Terra, but they open a little wider at the order he's given. The dark tone and the heated gaze definitely do the trick. He finds himself parting his lips almost automatically in response. And it surprises him, because he's never been good with taking direct orders, there's always the instinct to fight back, to be stubborn, not to give in. But in this instance, it felt good to give in, to let those little noises escape unbidden without much thought... And not only because he's almost instantly rewarded for doing so, with a sensation so sudden and intense he cries out again. Terra's name this time, he may be pleased to note.

He tries to keep watching, because the visual is as much of a turn on as the way it feels - hot and wet and more incredible than he can find the words to describe, especially in the state he's in. Which is bordering on desperate, and there's a clear restlessness that shows itself in the way he can't keep his legs still, shifting them against the blankets as his fingers tug at them as well. After all is said and done, his bed's probably going to be in just as much disarray as his room currently is. Maybe just from Wolfram's ceaseless moving alone. Even the fingers threaded through Terra's hair have started gripping a little tighter, without his knowledge.]

[Wolfram wasn't hurting him and so Terra had no reason to stop. He did, however, grab Wolfram's thighs again, spreading them open just slightly and pushing his legs up. The visual really was just as much of a turn on, and that went for Terra as well. Looking up into those familiar, lovely green eyes while he was all laid out, entirely at Terra's mercy despite how the positioning might have said otherwise, was just so perfect. It was hardly like him to be so docile and obedient and while Terra loved it he was glad that it likely only extended to these kinds of activities.

But for now he was still set on overwhelming the usually fiery blonde. Terra started off slowly just because sensory overload could be jarring at times, but once Wolfram was somewhat used to the pile of new sensations Terra bobbed his head steadily, with a quickness that lent itself to even more pleasure. He was obviously nowhere near inexperienced but that was a positive, here. It meant he could put all his knowledge to use, dragging his tongue up and down with the path of his mouth, sucking loudly, absolutely shameless. Wolfram didn't need to think about anything but Terra and he didn't need to do anything but come. That was all.]

[There's another gasp of surprise as Terra pushes his thighs apart and his legs up, the flush on his cheeks darkening slightly. He's completely aware that he's at Terra's mercy right now, but the feeling of vulnerability, instead of bringing him shame, only brought excitement. He trusted Terra enough for it to be nothing but exciting. The obedience, however, is also born from the worry that Terra might stop if he pushed back, which was the absolute last thing he wanted. It had taken some effort to talk him into this in the first place, so he didn't want to do anything to give him the idea that he was doing something that Wolfram didn't want.

Not that any of these thoughts were very easy to keep in his head for very long, especially not as Terra began picking up the pace and increasing his efforts. At that point, his mind pretty much blanked, just as Terra wanted. He couldn't even keep his gaze focused on Terra, instead letting his eyes shut and his head fall back, though still propped up on his elbows. He drops his hand, too, from Terra's hair to grab at the blankets beneath him. And he's trembling with the effort of stopping himself from rocking into that mouth, feeling his peak fast approaching. He tries to let Terra know, as if he couldn't already tell, between drawn-out moans, his noises loud but his words quiet.]

Terra... I'm-- [The partial sentence is punctuated by a cry that's guttural. His orgasm hits him in waves and he can no longer keep himself from bucking his hips erratically as he comes, his grip tightening around the fabric of the bedspread until his knuckles are white and his body shuddering. It's intense, and far better than any climax he'd managed to reach by hand alone.

In the end, he collapses back onto the bed as his arms give out, trying to catch the breath he'd lost by gasping for air. His face is still quite flushed, maybe even more so than it had been before.]

[It only stood to reason that the first time was a little uncertain in some respects. Getting to know someone sexually wasn't anything like knowing them in general. Terra wouldn't stop even if Wolfram kept his usual attitude, he would adjust and roll with it. But he had no way of knowing that so, for now, Terra maintained all the control, but thankfully it still seemed to be to their equal benefit.

More importantly, he couldn't say that he had ever heard anything as glorious as Wolfram nearing his orgasm. He knew the inevitable signs, he expected it and Wolfram didn't disappoint. While Terra didn't pull away entirely he did give himself enough room to be able to swallow, hardly paying any mind to the taste. He didn't mind doing it and things were easier this way. He kept at it until the younger was completely spent, and then Terra forced self control on himself, pulling away even though this was the perfect moment to tease him further. Overstimulation wasn't everyone's thing.

So, instead, Terra kissed one hip, affectionately trailing up to Wolfram's neck.] Good?

[He wasn't asking about his performance, he just wanted to make sure Wolfram was okay, or if he needed a few more minutes to put himself back together. It was always so different, the first time you came with someone else and they didn't need to hurry for any reason.]

[Wolfram's eyes had mostly closed as he slowly got his breathing back under control. And in response to Terra's question, he just gives a nod. The trail of kisses all the way up to his neck brings his focus back onto his friend - boyfriend? His boyfriend. And with one hand he tries to pull him closer by his shirt, shifting himself on the bed until he's near enough to brush a light kiss over his lips, and to tangle their legs together.

It would appear that post-orgasm Wolfram was affectionate. Extremely so, as he takes one of Terra's hands into his own and brings it up to brush his flushed cheek against it, to press a kiss into the palm.

His mind, honestly, is still mostly blank. Too blank to form words yet, it would probably take another moment for that. But he's clearly happy, no hints of being upset or regretful. Just sated and a little tired, though it probably wouldn't take much to work him back up again.]

[There was just something utterly perfect about being to work Wolfram into complete and utter silence. That wasn't to say that there was anything wrong with being expressive, but he had the sort of personality that filled up a room, leaving one quiet wasn't really his specialty. Maybe it was strange but Terra considered it an accomplishment, a good one. For as much as he doubted himself even he couldn't argue with the way he was pulled closer, the love in Wolfram's touch and his little kiss.]

I'm glad.

[He hadn't even been touched and Terra was just as affectionate. It made him happy to give so much pleasure. He returned that kiss but kept his lips closed, just in case the whole oral thing was a bit unsettling, if it was then he'd understand, of course.

Until Wolfram eased back into himself he would be showered with very gentle, loving little kisses, Terra's free hand running through his hair soothingly. His own body was practically howling for attention but he didn't pay it any mind, wouldn't until he knew that it was okay to go farther or ask for anything in return.]

[Thankfully, Wolfram doesn't leave Terra waiting for too long. With their legs tangled together the way they are now, he can tell he needs some sort of contact. And now that he can think properly again, he certainly doesn't mind helping. He wants to, in fact. The desire to have everything from Terra hadn't gone away with his release. If anything, it had only made that desire stronger. Terra did so much for him on a daily basis, and now he'd done that, it would feel good to do something for him in return... Not that it would be a chore, even the thought of getting to touch Terra that way is exciting and enjoyable.

So while Terra is raining gentle kisses upon him, which he reciprocates with a few of his own, Wolfram runs his hands somewhat leisurely down his chest towards his waist, giving the other plenty of time to stop him if for whatever crazy reason he thought he needed to. It also gave him the time to feel the muscles beneath the shirt, tactile proof of Terra's strength underneath his fingers. It was pleasant, to say the least. And provided he isn't stopped, he'll start working on getting Terra's pants open with surprisingly steady fingers... Even if his breathing is already less steady.]

[His first instinct was to tell Wolfram that he didn't have to do anything. It wasn't about being owed or who came first, nothing like that, but he bit his own tongue on that. Terra was supposed to be his boyfriend, not his father, and there was a difference between looking out for him and just being ridiculous about his protective he was. Deep down he knew that being the one to give wasn't the best way to go, it wouldn't help anything. Their relationship wasn't just about being supportive, now there was an entirely new level of giving. And he had to let Wolfram do what he felt was needed.

That didn't mean Terra was entirely prepared for it. He wasn't sensitive so much as reactive, so the touch along his chest, the tug of his belt and work pants, all of it was strangely new even if the motions had been acted out by others before. Terra stopped his random kissing to give him a proper one, much slower but hardly lacking in passion.]

[Wolfram accepts the kiss and returns it eagerly, eyes half-lidded again and a soft moan rising from his throat. It would seem that Wolfram being noisy during these sort of situations wasn't a one time occurrence - he was likely always going to be noisy. But was it any real surprise? Besides, Terra had told him not to be quiet, so he saw no reason to try and stifle the noises anymore.

Once he manages to get Terra's pants open enough to fit his hand inside, he does so, feeling out his cock with fingers not at all shy. Teasing, maybe. But not shy. His touch is light at first, in contrast to their kiss which is slow but hot... It's an exploratory touch more than anything, tracing over the inches and silently noting the differences between it and his own. He's only ever had any experience with his own. And Terra's is definitely different.

He breaks the kiss briefly in order to ask a question, breathing hard against Terra's mouth.]

What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want.

[Which could be taken as a request for dirty talk, but honestly he just wanted to be sure he was giving Terra exactly what he wanted, whatever would please him the most.]

[He was much braver than Terra had been the first time, and for that alone he couldn't help but respect Wolfram that much more. But with that said his body hardly knew the difference between exploring and active pleasuring at this point. Terra hadn't noticed how desperate he was until there was no choice but to pay complete attention to himself but he wouldn't let himself regret it. Wolfram was more important but the decision also meant that he couldn't brush off that question it was a fair one.

He didn't think it was a request for dirty talk and, honestly, Terra wasn't sure he could manage something like that right now anyway, at least not on purpose. The best he could do was sit up a bit, making sure that he didn't interrupt Wolfram, but if they were going to do this it made sense to actually finish taking all of his clothes off.]

Just do what I did to you. Whatever seems right.

[There wasn't exactly a set of wrong answers here, but Wolfram would figure that out.] I promise I'm not difficult to please. [Hey, at least they weren't going to lose any of the humor in their relationship!]

[And that was a good thing, Terra not being difficult to please, considering Wolfram's still mostly new to all of this. Which isn't to say he's not willing to learn. He does actually take his hand away as Terra sits up, but only to help him in the removal of clothes. Then he shifts himself down to settle in between Terra's legs, returning his hand to its previous position, his touch more firm this time.

He figures he probably doesn't really need to mention the fact that he's never done this before. That much is probably obvious, as even though his touch isn't as light as before, it's still fairly exploratory. And when he touches his lips to the head, he looks up at Terra for confirmation before parting them and taking his cock into his mouth. Not a lot at first, since he isn't sure how much he can handle. But he'll take in more bit by bit, using his hand to stroke the rest. It's pretty slow-going, just another side effect of his inexperience.]

[Okay, those words weren't meant to be taken literally but he hadn't left too much room for interpretation, had he? But then, he was still reacting the same way, trying to protect him every step of the way. It just seemed like a big first step, going from absolutely nothing to a blowjob, that was all. But he remained still, reminded himself that aside from shedding the overprotective nature, being together generally meant relinquishing some of his control. This was a pretty good step in that direction.

So even though he wanted to tell Wolfram that he didn't have to go about this particular act, that he would have been just fine with Wolfram's hand or, hell, even his own, Terra was quiet.

He let himself enjoy the sight alone, and then the response, biological and emotional, that eased through his nervous system, infected his blood. It didn't need to be fast to become overwhelming, it just needed to be good and honest, Wolfram had both traits and somehow Terra would have to remember to tell him that later. Right now he was gasping, remembering how to make noise. He was usually the quiet one, usually the one giving, so at least Wolfram wasn't the only one learning something new.]

[He really hadn't left much room for interpretation. Initially Wolfram had just been planning to use his hand, in all honesty. But he wasn't complaining. This is nice too. New, different, but definitely not bad. And the response he was getting from Terra made everything that much better.

With his free hand he holds on to Terra's thigh, experimenting a bit in using his tongue, in bobbing his head some once everything's wet enough. And with each new thing he tries, he looks up at Terra, gauging his reaction. A Wolfram that's so eager to please is also something new. But honestly it's just as much for his own benefit, he likes making him react, to see a part of him he hasn't gotten to see before.

But the problem is he keeps forgetting to breathe. And that will have to be something he works on. As for now, he lifts his mouth away from Terra's cock to switch to his hand only for a moment, as he catches his breath. His strokes are much faster than anything he'd been doing with his mouth though, since it's something he's more familiar with.]

[Alright, they were apparently going to have a talk about the hierarchy of sex acts but as long as Wolfram was fine then Terra would have to keep himself quiet. That was the deal he'd made with himself and the universe.

Grappling with this new position was something else entirely. His first instinct was to repress, to bite his lip, choke down every semblance of a noise and let this continue on in relative silence. That shouldn't have been impossible since Terra really did prefer to keep a little quiet if someone else was the aggressor. He just sounded so ... Weird to his own ears? Something like that. But the more he watched, the more Wolfram felt out his actions the more Terra was forced to realize a single truth: He was doomed. Apparently he could look completely and utterly adorable even now and it was just sapping all of his strength.

And so Terra graduated from choked gasps, pressed growls to actual moans, fingers gripping the sheets and sometimes twisting them in place. If he could have managed to speak then he might have offered some advice but as it turned out his ability to speak was pretty much nonexistent.]

Wolfram, [Wait, no, he could get out that much, especially when Wolfram switched techniques.] f-fuck!

[Apparently Terra could be very noisy once he let some of his guard down. Who knew.]

Abrupt Kissing Meme.

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