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First Time Meme

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THE LIST!

01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.

02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want.

03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows?

04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet.

05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake.

07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own!

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[ Kaneki pulls away and he sighs softly against his lips as they feel the warmth now gone. For a second he stays still, indulging in the sensation that is still left on his lips, and his eye opens again (one still covered by the eyepatch) and it meets Kaneki's.

That's the exact moment when his face turns red and embarrassment takes over. His heart begins pounding hard, hard and loud, that he almost feels like it'll come out of his chest or that kaneki may be able to hear it. Butterflies in his stomach, a strange sensation on his throat. ]

I'm s-sorry.

[ not oblivious, certainly, but he is still innocent. Something like this is incredibly embarrassing and he looks around nervously; he is not unwilling, but he too realizes this is probably so fucked up and he is weird, they both are. To accept Kaneki like that - what would anyone say about that? Narcissism, perhaps? Desperation? And yet, he doesn't want to let go, so his hands are now clinging to Ken's shoulders. Perhaps he is trying to gain some courage, perhaps he just wants to hear that all of this is alright. it's alright to be weird like this, to want Kaneki like this.

Maybe he does because of what kaneki is, now. Maybe he does because of everything Kaneki has done for them and for the people they love. Because he is so strong, because he was able to keep going while the weak one stood behind. maybe this is why he desires Kaneki; because he is everything he couldn't become. ]

[His fingers come up, his thumb barely tracing over the side of Kaneki's face, stopping just short of the eyepatch the other still wore. Something of a warm smile--a real smile--forms on his face, the colour on those cheeks almost endearing. Ah, he really used to be the shy type, didn't he? He almost missed being like that.]

Why are you apologising. [A question, only barely, more like a statement that pretty well stated that there was no real need for apologies. His finger rising up, hooking under Kaneki's eyepatch to pull it off, letting it tumble to the floor between them. ...That was better.]

You don't need to apologise. [A small titter escapes out from between his teeth, from deep in his chest.] I don't mind. Ah... I might have even enjoyed it a little. [Even if it really means I am crazy.]

[ His eye follows the thumb for a second there, before he turns to look back at Kaneki again, though the smile makes his heart skip a beat. The strange sensation they call "butterflies in the stomach" that he has only felt for Rize before, invades him and he has no choice but to look away when Kaneki pulls his eyepatch off.

Apparently, he can't seem to calm down at all, and he is red as he can get, specially after hearing Kaneki's approval.

That's really embarrassing, he thinks, but he doesn't voice. And instead he looks back at him and slowly - gently - he leans in again, for a kiss. Another one. But it's a quick one, too, only to make a point. ]

... Only "a little"?

[He'd try not to laugh at the idea that you could give yourself stomach butterflies, but he's never been the type to laugh all that openly. At least, not anymore. The others' red face was also something to be appreciated, he was pretty sure he could feel warmth radiating from him.

His hand rests a little easier against the side of the others' neck, almost, just ALMOST closing his eyes when Kaneki leans in to kiss him again--

...Only to pull away. Ah, cheeky. He could be cheeky.]

Aa. Only a 'little'. Isn't that rude of me.

[A click of ivory teeth behind far too pale lips, and his nose is bumping against Kaneki's again, returning that quick, chaste kiss.]

Let me try again. I think I quite liked it.

...Okay... [ he takes a deep breath when he hears Kaneki's voice and that's when he finally moves, coming closer, leaning over the other and finally straddling so he could sit on his lap. His arms wrap around Kaneki's shoulders and he presses their foreheads together, eyes closing and a sigh follows, as if trying to think over everything that has happened so far. ]

Okay. [ and with certainty in his voice now, he leans in and steals a proper kiss from Kaneki. With lips pressing together, hard, and even tongue moving in to search for the other's taste. That's his first actual kiss.

And he can't help but to think in the back of his mind how crazy this is and how insane they probably are. ]

Okay. [He repeats that word again, almost smirking as he does so, a light tease, his intention of course only to make the other relax. It was clear, the way he repeated his words, the way he moved, he was nervous. While the lighter-haired Kaneki had long lost that sort of feeling, he wasn't about to make the other rush into things.

...Especially not something as crazy as this.

His lips part when the other initiates that first, actual kiss, his own eyes closing after a moment as he tilts his head up, opening his mouth a little more to deepen that kiss just a little more. His tongue pushing up against the others', the motion welcoming, urging. A hand settling around Kaneki's side, the other draws up and underneath his shirt, black and carapace-like fingernails drawing up against Kaneki's ribs.

He was soft, he noted, his body was just as gentle as the rest of him.]

[ he'd say something about being teased if he had the courage to. Not only it's not his nature to mention such things, but the situation also doesn't allow him to say much - he is far too nervous for it, he is far too nervous to think properly. Or to even react properly - how should anyone react to this, act about it? To feel like this about himself... it's messed up.

Crazy.

but he does and he wants Kaneki, he wants his kisses and he wants his skin under his lips.

The two kiss harder now, and he sighs into it, pretty much melting at Kaneki's taste. It's bitter, to the point of almost being nauseous, but the human taste that Kaneki still holds is enough to addict him to the ghoul's flavor. When he felt Kaneki touching him, his skin, he leans even further towards him, trying to find a position in Kaneki's lap where he could be comfortably pressed against him.

The kiss stops just so he can sigh, a bit louder than he meant to, twitching as response to Kaneki's touch. ]

I'm-

[ not used to this AT ALL, in any way. kaneki knows that, of course. A nervous hand reaches up to touch the cheek, before his fingers move towards the white hair and they tangle with it ]

... Am I going to be the... [ UHM. THE WORD FOR IT. ] the one to... y-you know... [ the one who will be done? The bottom? This is something he has to wonder and it feels like it's important. ]

[He almost feels breathless, every moment the strange--or let's face it, insane pair here continue to kiss and lightly suck against lips that were their own(what a strange concept) or to draw their tongue over the others'. It was starting to feel far less 'wrong', or maybe he was slowly just convincing himself of that.

Whichever it was, It was so far out of his mind by the time Kaneki spoke up again, he was almost jarred back into reality. ...Right, here they were, one pretty well straddling the other. Pressed flush against each other with the lighter-haired male's hands already halfway up the others' shirt, already making plans on how to remove it. Two buttons were already undone, and when Kaneki had spoke; he'd frozen on a third.

Silver and Carmine eyes sort of stalling on the other as the question actually hits him, and it takes the snowy-haired male a moment to respond. ...And a moment to cut off what was about to be a laugh. Hopefully the other didn't notice.]

...If you aren't averse to the idea of me being inside you, then yes, this is how this is going to go. [Perhaps it was a bit of a plus side to letting go of your human side and most of your sanity;

Talking about things like that really didn't bother you anymore.]

[ it's actually amazing how relaxed Kaneki is about this; it's as if he is even used to it, specially with the way the ghoul is already stripping him off his shirt, while he is way too nervous to even move other than just sit there on kaneki's lap and press against him while they kiss.

He barely registers two of his buttons are open, but when Kaneki stops, he looks down for a second, and realizes he should also take off the other's shirt. But it's the answer that brings a stronger reaction, eyes wide as he looks back at the other and his face red, flushed, more than ever before, and he feels like he is burning up.

Averse to the idea? No, he isn't! But this is seriously embarrassing! Specially with those words!

He can't up but to gasp before he hides his face against Kaneki's shoulder. He speaks, though the sounds are muffled since his lips are pressing against the fabric of Ken's shirt ] You say it so easily...!

[ but he takes a deep breath and tries to regain his composure, though the face remains hidden for the time being ] I don't mind it... Just don't laugh. [ he isn't as carefree about this as Kaneki is; he is nervous and embarrassed, and he knows he is awkward, even if it's Kaneki.

Maybe because it's him.

His hand reaches behind the other, to feel his back; at first, fingers wander around the lower back, pressing against that spot where their kakuhou is located at, but the hand doesn't stay for too long, moving upwards after ] Can I take it off? [ he means the shirt ]

[He wants to laugh, he really does. He can feel it bubbling up against his chest as Kaneki presses his face to his shoulder, murmuring with how clearly embarrassed he was. And laughing really would do nothing to help the far more innocent male--a thought that was only confirmed when the other asked him not to laugh. He bites down against the inside of his cheek, a smile moving up his features as his one hand pulls away from the front of Kaneki's shirt, a thumb still idle on one of those buttons. His arm curves around the swell of his back, resting his fingers along the back of the others' neck. A sort of embrace, it's meant to be supportive, or perhaps a little relaxing.]

I didn't mean to embarrass you. If I move too quick for you, you do know you're allowed to tell me. Don't you? [He tilts his head to the side, drawing his fingers through the hair along the base of Kaneki's neck. His eyes were still hidden, but. He could see the red color spreading across the others' cheeks.

His hand continues it's work now, fumbling a little awkwardly as the other rests against the others' neck, idle, careful. He almost--almost freezes in place when Kaneki's fingers touch that certain spot against his back, something shivering up his spine. He wasn't sure what it was, discomfort or something like surprise, but as the others' fingers shift away, touching against his shirt, the request endearing, a little amusing.]

Aa. [He nods his head, bumping his chin against the others' temple, a light kiss left against the man's ear.] You can. Go ahead.

[ if Kaneki had laughed, he would probably lose any sort of courage he is trying to muster up to do this. Even if it wasn't a mean laugh, he isn't all too sure of what he is doing and he doesn't want to do something wrong. He doesn't want to mess it all up. His first time is going to be with himself and even then he is way too nervous.

Probably because Keneki seems so big, so certain, and so strong. And he is what? What exactly is he, anyway? Locked up inside his mind, watching memories and waiting for Kaneki to need him someday.

He can do this much, at least,but he still doesn't have that confidence.

With Kaneki's gentle kisses, and even his voice, he finally pulls away from his hiding place at his shoulder and looks at the other with face red before he leans in for a kiss. His hands do what he was allowed, which is to pull the shirt up, to expose Kaneki's skin and to eventually take off the clothing ]

[He'd be glad, later, that he hadn't laughed. For now, he'd try to be gentle; and perhaps it was because he knew; he knew only too well how he himself worked; how much like a rabbit he actually could be, despite how often he'd told his friend, his dear Hideyoshi that humans and rabbits were nothing alike.

Perceiving things as he does, when Kaneki's fingers tighten around the edges of his shirt and begin to pull up, his arms are already moving with the gesture, fluidly sliding through the sleeves as the collar comes up and over his head, tousling his hair into more of an unkempt mess of snowy white hair; the movement forces him to raise his arms, showing off his pale torso as he does so. Though more slender than anything, there is muscle in his movement, outlines shown that prove his body is surprisingly fit. As though not a single inch of his body is wasted on fat. Perhaps another difference between who he was and what he'd become--

His eyes flicker down and that thought escapes. Despite the difference in fitness, with the shirt tugged off, a clear and visible injury is the same; a pockmarked surgical scar shining, mirrored between them on perfectly smooth skin. Otherwise it's nearly flawless, and with his shirt off, he can now move to continue; and finish removing the others'. Raising his head up a little to return the kiss given to him moments before his own was removed. Catching the others' lips and letting it linger long enough to, hopefully, settle the other against him.]

[ when Kaneki's shirt is finally off, his eye watches the skin, the muscles, the way Ken's body is shaped and how much it changed comparatively with his. How much he grew, even if they are practically the same age still. He doesn't have the chance to touch just yet because Kaneki is busy pulling his shirt, but once it's off, he leans forward to kiss Kaneki's collar bone.

A curious hand rests at the pale chest, and soon enough the fingertips begin exploring the skin, its perfection, the way the muscles feel underneath, and how toned they have become. It's not only curiosity, though. The hand caresses Kaneki as well, touches him, strokes him and eventually he moves lower so his mouth can place kisses over it.

Eye closes, and with a sigh, he begins tasting Kaneki's skin, licking here and there until it dares to reach for a nipple. It's only a lick at first, but the other hand reaches for the opposite nipple to touch and squeeze it lightly. He may not be all too certain of what he is doing, but he will get there.

he is a fast learner, after all. ]

[He found it attractive, this innocence, this example of what he used to be, what he missed. A life he'd almost forgotten, by now, a body that belonged to a reader--not a revolutionist.

When Kaneki's shirt was off, black-nailed fingers are taking no time in exploring what skin they could find, running over the others' ribs, up along lighter toned muscle, a thumb pressing up against one of the others' nipples just as Ken's tongue runs over one of his own; rewarding the other with a sharp, but content groan.

His head turns, his nose pushing into the darker hairline that he himself once had, well practiced teeth pressing in and biting down gently against soft skin and muscle.

Hardly enough to break the skin, but the motion was definitely meant to be egging, especially with how he exhales against the others' actions. Ah, he was a quick learner, he decides, a smile moving up his lips as his free hand smooths down Kaneki's back--fingers resting just above the hidden organ near the middle of his back. A moment of hesitation before running his fingers along it, massaging careful and many-times regrown digits against the area very purposefully, a curious look in mismatched eyes.]

[ the differences between the two would be embarrassing if he thought about it; Kaneki's body is shaped, toned and strong, while his is still but a small project of that, lacking muscle and "meat on his bones" (even Touka-chan complained). Though he is far more fascinated with Kaneki's body to worry about his own, touching his stomach with a hand, while his lips take their time to suckle on Kaneki's nipple and the other teases the opposite.

Probably women feel this better than men. He has no idea. But the groan pleases him and he twitches in response to the touch over his.

Okay. So maybe nipples work on men.
Or maybe he is a bit nervous about all of this.
It's confusing, he doesn't want to think about it.

And he'd continue what he is doing, but suddenly his eyes snap open when he feels Kaneki's hands touching the skin right over his Kakuhou. He gasps and pulls his head up, in a weak attempt to glance over his shoulder and see what the hands are doing. Of course he can't, but he jerks lightly and hands find their support on Kaneki's shoulders. ]

W-wait- there, it's- [ he doesn't know. To be touched there is strange. It feels strange. It's sensitive and brings a strange feeling to his stomach - nervousness, maybe some excitement? As someone who can't control his kagune at all, he also feels that there is some danger in it too, even if Kaneki could easily overcome his unruly and crazy kagune ]

[The other was definitely nervous, Kaneki could see it in the way the others' eyes flicked, looking up at the lighter-haired male to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong, weird, to make sure what it was doing was working. Every glance would be at least partially confirming, there's already a red tinge working over the pale boy's cheeks.

The corners of his mouth, normally settled in a frown--the corners were curled up, even just slightly now. Especially when Kaneki's head pops up so suddenly, a reaction to those wandering fingers. Ah, so he'd guessed right. It really was a sensitive area, wasn't it? Moreso than he'd originally guessed.]

...Feel good, right there? [He murmurs, an inquisitive tone. His hand moving to run along the edges of it again, before pushing his hand flat against the area; fingers slightly digging in as he massages the area a little more thoroughly. He's tilting his head up so he can see, exactly, what kind of face he might make in reaction.

...Was it weird, that he was curious to know... even though it was him?]

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[ it's not as if there is a pleasure spot in that area that makes him moan; he has touched the place several times before and he felt nothing, not really. But it's probably what that area means and who is touching it that brings him to twitch and jerk in response to the caresses.

His heart is beating loud and he closes his eyes as he gasps, and hands grip tighter on Kaneki's shoulders in response. It's scary, actually, because it feels like it will come out, it feels like he can't hold it back and it reminds him how the kagune's limbs tore through his skin and creped out from his lower back. The feeling just comes over him and he feels it, remembers it and he really doesn't want to react to it.

As he breathes out, his body tenses under Kaneki's touch and he twitches again.

It does feel good, but- ]

It... will come out- [ the kagune, it feels as if it'll come out and it feels as if he can't stop it. Eyes open to meet Kaneki's staring back at him and he leans down, to press his forehead against his ] I can't control it- [ Kaneki knows that. he knows perfectly well he is unable to control his kagune and the thing seems to have a mind of its own, in some ways.

But there is a gasp and a shift of hips. Even if he feels like he will lose control and his kagune will come out, that it's scary and dangerous and it can end really badly, there is excitement and the thrill of it is obvious as he breathes out and shivers at the touch ]

[He can hear it in his own ears, the sound of that heartbeat. And for a moment; he's not sure who owns it. He himself, or the one sitting on his lap. Maybe it was one in the same, at that moment, as Kaneki presses his forehead against his own, the look in those eyes is almost frantic, maybe a little excitement. ...Ah, he can't tell; is the other unsure, or is this reaction a good one? A hand raises up to stroke across the others' cheek; the action reassuring, gentle despite how calloused his hands must feel.]

It's alright. Don't be afraid of it. [Perhaps a little corny to say something like that, but it was true. While it was good that the other was still human... his kagune wasn't something he should fear. After all; without it, he'd not have survived so long.

His fingers brush against the middle of the others' back, drawing down against the line of Kaneki's spine. His head tipping up to press a kiss against the others' lips, his tongue drawing along his top row of teeth as his hand slides into his hair.] You're not going to hurt anyone.

And you won't lose control here. [He speaks against Kaneki's lips, his eyes focused on the others'.] You're stronger than that. Aa?

[ no, he isn't strong. he is weak and he attacked Yomo after one single bite, and he can't even bring out his kagune when fighting, and Tsukiyama would have killed them all if hadn't been for Touka, and he couldn't protect Hinami's mother, and once he almost ate Hide-

so, no. he isn't strong. he is so weak. And that's why Kaneki took over, that's why he was locked inside their mind like this and that's why Kaneki is the one carrying all the weight he is too weak to carry.

The kagune is part of that weight.

The fingers still insist on touching the area and with a sigh, he accepts Kaneki's kiss and wraps his arms around him . Their lips are so close and he hears his words, eyes closed, trying to calm down as he hears his heart beating so loud. And finally he opens his eyes, and the one that is usually hidden by the eyepatch is now black with a red iris, staring back at Kaneki. His kagune doesn't come out yet, but it itches to; that feeling of setting it free, the skin ripping and the limbs making way, it's a fake strength (fake because he can't really control it that well), but it's exhilarating to be allowed to release it without holding back, without being afraid he'll just hurt everyone.

His eyes are still still on the other's and a whisper follows after another sigh ] - Kaneki.

[ it's so strange to hear himself calling his own name. And finally the kagune makes way, the three limbs crawling like snakes, leaking RC cells everywhere due to the lack of control from its user, and the first thing they do is to find Kaneki's limbs and wrap around them: one finds a leg, the other two find Kaneki's wrists. ]

[He should know himself; he thought. He should understand who he used to be, and despite how strong he wasn't back then, it wasn't as if he was entirely weak, right? ...Perhaps thinking like that had been putting far too much faith in himself. Ah, had he really forgotten, through those days and hours of torture, exactly how easy it used to be to lose himself?

As if he had any sort of perfect control, even now?

Maybe he regrets it, just a bit. Egging a bit too hard, the feeling of those long tendrils so identical to his own as they wind around his wrists, wet, shining muscle gripping one of his legs. He should fear it, and he's sure the grip hurts at some point, but it doesn't even register, not in his mind, not now.

His eyes widen a little with a look nothing of fear, but rather, surprise as the other--as he utters his own name, the sound nearly unreadable. His fingers twitch in the Kagune's grip and he pulls against one of those long tendrils, both hands aiming to knot and grip into soft, black hair that was once his own.]

...Calm down. [He whispers, his teeth clenching behind a frown. This wasn't what Kaneki wanted, he was sure of it.] Kaneki, don't lose yourself, here. Concentrate on me.

[ Even if they are wrapped around Kaneki's wrists - probably a bit too tightly, any human would bruise at the strength the kagune latches itself onto the other - the kagune actually allows Kaneki to reach for his hair and he can only gasp. He hears the other's words, he hears his own name, and the arm wrapped around Kaneki's leg only squeezes it harder in response.

But he practically melts. Because for someone hiding all the time, hiding those things in his back, he doesn't have to grip onto himself so hard anymore. It's alright, Kaneki can see it, he knows, he knows how it feels - and he focus on him.

All of his attention is on him. His voice. The way his hands tug at his hair, sitting on his lap, and he remembers that Kaneki will be inside of him. To be like that, even if it's so embarrassing, even if it's so strange and weird, just the though of it eventually causes him to feel a shiver, right from his kagune and up his spine. Even if he is nervous, that's what he wants, isn't it? He wants Kaneki.

Eyes look down at the one in front of him - Kaneki's white hair, his expression, he skin, his face - and a shy hand moves to his cheek. He doesn't want to hurt him, of course not, all he wants right now is to have him and give himself to him. To touch him all over and to be touched, to be selfish just for a little bit and get lost in his embrace while Kaneki hides from the world for a little while.

And finally the kagune responds to that, releasing its grip and instead the limbs press against the skin, almost stroking it as they move along, almost as searching for it, one slowly going up Kaneki's leg, the other moving along his arm and the last of the three red tentacles around the ghoul's waist so he wouldn't let him go. ]

Kaneki- [ he repeats the name so softly as he watches Kaneki's face, but then decides on something else: ] Ken. [ their name. "Ken". ]

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wow this is so late I'm so sorry exams ate me

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