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THE sexual baggage MEME

The media paints a beautiful picture of sex as the most important, most important thing in life. There could be a glimmer of truth in that; sex can be good, wonderful even. But not everyone is fortunate enough to have the best relationship with physical intimacy. You can relate, can't you? Sex is something you're not always so sure about. It's not because of the person you're with, not really, but the act itself brings up unfortunate baggage. There's parts of your body or old injuries you're not too proud of or don't want to think about. You don't like people touching you. You've always been taught that sex was dirty, unclean. In your past, events or traumas occurred that make you less than thrilled to present any kind of vulnerability. Whatever the case may be, sexual intimacy opens a whole Pandora's Box for you.

But you're with someone, someone you may even love, and you want to be with them. You want to try and do this for them and, in the end, for yourself. Of course, it will be easier said than done, and you'll need the full cooperation of that partner. Or maybe you are that partner, trying to understand how to make your lover comfortable. Whatever the case, you may have your work cut out for you - yet if you're truly willing to understand each other, the results can be more than worth it. If they're not? That's all right, too. Everyone has to move at their own pace.

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Mention if your character is the person with the hangups or their hopefully supportive lover.
If they're the former, feel free to mention what your character's issues may be.
Needless to say, this meme may be triggering.

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One hand shifts from Horatio's waist to brush lightly, soothingly, at the other man's shoulder.

"I am, 'f-- you are," he says softly, "Just-- we'll go slow, nn?"

"R-Right."

They could move slowly. He could keep talking. They could find their way through the panic sitting in each of their guts to something that might begin to feel right--to feel like theirs.

His fingers tremble as they slide down to Archie's hips again, breath still uncertain. "Slow."

"Hey."

His voice is soft as he shifts very carefully to press a light kiss against Horatio's cheek.

"You should be-- sure, too, mm? 's not-- just about me."

That winds him slightly for a moment. His fingers squeeze a little more firmly at Archie's hips as he nods.

"It's-- a bit about you, though."

The thoughts are a little easier when they're whispered out close to Archie's lips. The nerves are a little less when he can practically feel Archie's smile.

"This is-- I want this with-- you."

A quiet, pleased nod.

"And I-- want it with you, too." Which is important to affirm, "So as-- long as you're-- sure about what we do, mm? We can-- keep checking in, maybe."

It isn't how this usually goes. It isn't how he's ever fallen into this sort of thing with anyone else in the world.

Of course it's better--safer, happier, more--with Archie.

"Checking in?"

"Mmhm."

A brief, affectionate bump of noses.

"Like-- how you've been doing." How they've both been, really, "Th'-- asking. Making sure, y'know?"

"...right."

They can keep doing this. They can keep fumbling exactly like this. If Archie's happy enough, they'll find their way.

"Can... Can I touch...?"

He's nodding before he even processes properly. He follows up quickly with actually speaking, like they both need.

"W-Where'd y'like?"

He's already blushing at the thought.

He can't say it out loud. He can barely think it without his cheeks going painfully scarlet in the semi-darkness.

One hand slips cautiously from Archie's hip along the top of his trousers, hesitant and questioning.

"O-oh."

It was expected, yes, but that still definitely has his cheeks heating up. Horatio can likely feel it, this close. Archie's fingers start to drift from Horatio's shoulders and waist towards his hips as he nods.

"Y-yes, please."

"O-Okay."

They can do this. They can enjoy this. They can make this their own special thing and knock away some of the ghosts trying to claw their way into this objectively wonderful moment.

His lips fumble gently against Archie's cheek. His fingers begin properly squirming to get into the fabric of the other young man's pants. "If... If you need me t'... stop, Archie..."

"I know, 'ratio. I'll tell you."

But right now, despite how much even the beginnings of touch are making him flush, he's leaning into the touch. He's pressing a kiss against Horatio's cheek and squeezing at his hips.

"I trust you."

"O-Oh, Archie..."

Trust is important. Trust is part of what makes this special.

What an odd thing, this being special. What an odd and lovely thing, to be moving his hand almost gently over someone he genuinely wanted to enjoy this experience.

"'ratio..."

It's moving towards a proper little gasp, his entire body rather warm now as Horatio keeps touching him. He keeps impulsively squeezing at Horatio's hips, a little unsure of where else to put his hands.

"'s-- 's good."

That's a beautiful little sound. That's a lovely warmth radiating off his best friend in the world.

This is so, so much better than dreaming all alone in his hammock.

"Good." There's something sloppy in the kiss he presses to Archie's jaw, most of his attention distracted by the task at hand. "You feel-- wonderful, Archie."

"Y're-- making me feel wonderful, 'ratio."

And that's actually punctuated by a soft gasp and a pleased twitch of his hips. That's got him fumbling to press a kiss against Horatio's lips; needy and grateful all at once.

"Keep-- k-keep going, please."

He can't help himself. Horatio feels the laugh bubbling out of his own throat and against the kiss. What an odd thing, to have this be such an amazingly happy activity.

"Just like th-this?"

Thank goodness, really. He's not sure he's ever enjoyed fooling around this much.

"Mmhm."

And he can't help but echo the laugh pressed against his lips; bright and entirely pleased.

"This is-- oh-- 's-- perfect."

"Then we'll-- do this."

This much intimacy is delightful. This much intimacy has Horatio shivering happily with an incredibly joy coursing through him.

This has Archie laughing into little kisses and shifting beneath his touch.

"Yeah."

He can't help but laugh again, pressing sloppy kisses against Horatio's lips. He can't help the pleased way he squirms at Horatio's continued touches.

He does ask, as he lets his hands squeeze at Horatio's hips, "C-can-- I--"

He interrupts himself another little gasp, blushing fiercely as he continues, "C'n I-- touch you back, 'ratio? Like-- like this?"

Oh. Oh.

This had been the hope, of course. This had been the goal of the entire exercise; getting to a place of feeling properly comfortable together, of actually enjoying themselves.

His throat still feels briefly dry and his cheeks somehow feel infinitely hotter.

"--yeah. Y-Yeah, Archie."

"--Really?"

That, impossibly, has him blushing even more. He thinks his entire body must be on fire, between how flustered he is and how excited Horatio's made him. One hand stays pressed against the other young man's hip, a steadying force, while the other drifts to return the favor that has been so pleasantly given to him.

"'s-- 's wonderful--" And he can't help but press another light kiss against Horatio's jaw, "T-tell me what-- feels really good, 'll right?"

"This is-- good."

It's overwhelming to be touched. It's sinful and dangerous and wonderful all at once. (It aches a tiny piece of his heart to shift back for a heartbeat and see properly that it's Archie gasping beside him.)

"Keep... keep like-- that, Archie."

"Gladly."

It feels good. It's absolutely thrilling, that it feels so good. It's something completely overwhelming, to know it feels good for Horatio, too.

Has him shifting carefully to stifle a quiet laugh against the crook of Horatio's neck, soft and overwhelmed.

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