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THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

RULES!
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♥ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 7. The number you get corresponds with the kind of "first time" sex you're having
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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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[Ah, he pulled away. But the view Hiyori gets of Elan's face in the aftermath, eyes half-lidded and cheeks tinged ever-so-slightly pink, is nice to look at, so it's not all bad. (Certainly, he'd rather look at that than all the spaceship stuff!)

The question takes him by surprise, it's so earnest. But he's quick to smile in response. (Or maybe it's more of a smirk; there's certainly no lack of confidence here.)]

Well, you did better at kissing than I expected you to. And you seem really eager, so I guess I can give you a reward ♪

[He slides a hand on top of Elan's, over the one holding his sash. He goes ahead and tugs that knot undone for him, while at the same time pulling the front of the robe open, slipping one shoulder out and exposing half his chest. His skin is dazzling, unblemished and beautiful! Soft, smooth to the touch, totally perfect just like the rest of him!

... in his opinion, anyway. In reality, there's nothing all that shocking about his body: he's in shape, a consequence of living an active lifestyle, but doesn't work out enough to be "built." He does, however, blow a lot of money on bath and skincare products, so he is pretty smooth, if Elan dares to touch. Hiyori certainly does, trailing a hand teasingly down his own chest.]

Oh, I get a reward...?

[ He starts to tease back, but - well. Hiyori is very good looking. His eyes trail over him - his chest and down toward his belly and his breath catches. He leans in with a little hum, a hand lifting and fingers tracing against the very smooth skin. It feels divine, he thinks, and it makes him ache in a way he cannot accurately describe. His breath slips out in a sigh and his gaze lifts as his hand skims lower. He may be inexperienced with this... but he's naturally bold.

So his hand goes lower and lower still, dipping beneath the robe to gently touch the skin of Hiyori's belly. ]

...is it normal to just want to touch someone all over? [ It's a bit rhetorical, really. ]

[He's missed this sort of attention. You'd think that going out onstage in front of hundreds-to-thousands of people and showing off his appeal would satisfy that particular craving, but this—being one-on-one with someone who's plainly captivated by him and seeing their eyes spark with desire—is different. More intimate, more personal.

That he's allowed to touch back is also a plus. He doesn't roam Elan's body, though, or try to take off his robe, even though he's tempted. For now he'll keep the focus on him, letting Elan explore all he wants. What was that he promised to do...? Be Elan's guide to a whole new world of pleasure, or something like that? Yeah, that's what he'll do.]

When it's me? Sure it is!

[But really it's just part of being human. Which Elan gets to discover at last.

He slides a warm palm over Elan's hand again, guiding and encouraging his touch. Hiyori's stomach is soft, naturally. Some might even call it "squashy," although Hiyori will insist that's just a malicious rumor. Heat pools in his groin the lower that Elan's fingertips trail, though if he goes low enough, he'll feel an elastic waistband. It might've been a mistake to put underwear on, given how comfortable Elan seems with getting naked, but those can be done away with easily, so it should be no problem!]

[ Five doesn't want to let himself be swept away by this, but it's a little hard. Intimacy - emotional or physical - is not something he's been lucky enough to have or enjoy. He's had to keep himself guarded and closed off and suspicious. A tool or disposable part, with no real chance at a life of his own. So this - all of this - makes him want more. His fingers curl against the skin of Hiyori's belly and then tentatively tease the elastic waistband he finds down there. His own body feels... warm. A electric heat and tension in his belly that makes him stiff.

It's a familiar feeling, but it's never been quite like this before. Not when he's alone.

But he's always been decisive. He glances up and meets Hiyori's gaze and then... goes for it. His hand drops a little lower and slowly outlines his arousal through the cloth of his underwear. He may be a virgin... but he's also very determined to keep himself moving. He's not passive. ]

[As Elan's fingers dip lower, Hiyori catches his eyes. Seeking permission, perhaps? Elan can touch wherever he wants, and Hiyori opens his mouth to tell him so. But the only thing that escapes is a shuddering breath.

Nope. Not seeking permission, after all.

He's getting hard. He's not all the way there yet—it takes more than kissing for him, usually. But being in bed with someone who's cute and eager to learn, and slowly stripping off his clothes while that person watches with desire smoldering behind their eyes... that gets him going, alright. (It's the exhibitionism.)

He shifts his hips, pressing hot against Elan's hand. He doesn't touch Elan back just yet or finish undressing him; he'd like to continue what he started, but for now it seems best to let the other boy do what he wants, indulging that curiosity of his. He slides a hand around Elan's back, fingers twisting in the fabric of his robe, and leans back on the bed, lazy and indulgent, an expectant smile curving up his lips. More of that, please.]

[ And he does have curiosity. Elan pauses to regard Hiyori one more time as their bodies shift and he has a chance to see some of it slip as fingers grasp at his own robe. He laughs breathlessly and shakes his head as he 'pursues', his other hand sliding down to undo Hiyori's robe the rest of the way. Audacity has saved him before - and here, it makes him want to keep going. To touch, to see, to find out what will earn a reaction. He likes pressing other peoples buttons.

Although, to be fair, part of that is so they don't get a chance to press his, which isn't the healthiest attitude for this, but he's working on himself.

So his fingers squeeze a little, feeling Hiyori thorugh his underwear again, grinding his palm down against him. It's a touch clumsy, maybe a bit too hard - but he's watching for a reaction, interested to see what Hiyori does and responding accordingly. ]

Mmn...

[He squirms, making a keening sound in his throat. There's no shame about grinding himself into Elan's touch, though his cheeks darken a little anyway.]

You're allowed to take those off, too, you know. Unless you're too shy?

[Said with a teasing lilt. Truthfully, no one's acting shy. Not Elan, who's going after what he wants, and certainly not Hiyori, who's leaning back with his robe mostly hanging off him, hips thrust forward and hard cock pushing at Elan's palm. Though Elan's clothes are also falling open, Hiyori's eyes don't wander, staying locked on Elan's face. The hand on Elan's back, however, does do a little wandering: stroking down Elan's spine, then dipping lower to cup his ass through the layers of fabric.]

Is that what you think?

[ He's pretty sure Hiyori doesn't think that, but he also recognizes that it's a part of what they're meant to be doing. He breathes and then finally decides to take action again. He pulls back a little, sitting up so he can shrug out of the robe and undo the sash. He, like Hiyori, is still wearing underwear underneath and it's doing a valiant job of containing his cock, a very clear tent straining against it. ]

Well. Now we're the same, aren't we?

[ His laugh is touch shaky. ]

I'm not really sure what to think, since I don't know you too well.

[Might as well be honest and say that.]

Considering that, I guess we could consider this a bonding activity?

[Chatty as ever, even with someone's hand on his crotch. Though Elan's hand doesn't stay there, since he switches from palming Hiyori's erection to taking off his own robe. This... wasn't what Hiyori meant. He meant Elan could take off his underwear and touch him properly!! Now he feels sort of bereft, hips squirming again.

Well, this result isn't all bad. Hiyori finally breaks eye contact to trail his gaze over newly-exposed skin, eyes raking down Elan's chest and stomach before settling on his groin. It hits different, Elan's "Now we're the same." "The same degree of naked" is surely what he meant.

But Hiyori wouldn't be Hiyori if he didn't misinterpret things on purpose just to tease.]

Yep, sure looks like it.

[A hand reaches swiftly out, and then he's dragging the heel of his palm against the bulge in Elan's underwear. Too light to offer any real relief–another attempt to tease, really.]

Feels that way, too, I'd say.

[ Ah.

Five shivers and goes a little taut as Hiyori reaches right out to drag a hand over him. It's such a frustratingly light touch that it doesn't do more than make him jump and he has to pause to take a breath, his cheeks finally flushing again. He can manage this, he thinks - it's just a touch overwhelming when there's someone else involved. He blows out a low breath and crawls forward, hovering over HIyori with a sort of mock-glare on his face. ]

You can be frustrating, you know that?

[ But apparently he has some confident still, because he reaches down to drag fingers into Hiyori's waistband and tug, working his underwear down around his thighs.

He wants to take a look. ]

[Ah, now that's cute. Embarrassed and irritated? Absolutely adorable! Though still he finds it in him to complain.]

That's not the sort of passionate talk I like.

[But he is trying to frustrate. He closes his hand around the shape of Elan's cock and squeezes, feeling him up just as Elan did to him. Fair is fair, after all, and it shouldn't hurt to excite him a little more. He's just getting his blood flowing, nothing too mean!

But Elan doesn't just sit there and take it. He crawls over him, putting Hiyori at a crossroads. Does he lie back and accept this? He'd thought he might have to be the one pushing Elan down, thanks to Elan's inexperience, but lying back and getting touched and serviced doesn't sound unappealing. For now, he just lifts his hips off the bed, thighs spreading on either side of Elan's waist once his underwear is pushed down. Nothing to obstruct Elan's view now, Hiyori's cock fully hard and stretching towards his stomach. He's allowed to look his fill.

God forbid he lets Elan look at him in silence, though.]

So~!

[He slides both hands around Elan's waist, one finger playing with the waistband of his underwear, but not trying to take anything off yet.]

What are you most curious to do first, hmm?

[ The good news is, he is absolutely succeeding. Five bites down on his lower lip - this really doesn't compare to anything he's done to himself. There's a sense of tension and apprehension that comes with every touch. It makes him tense and taut and his cock responds with a little twitch. Because (as Hiyori's noticed) despite his inexperience, he doesn't like to just sit there and take it. Which is... well, maybe not unexpected of him, but different from the stereotype of a blushing virgin. His eyes flicker, drawing from Hiyori's cock to his face and back down before settling on his face finally. ]

...good question.

[ His hand reaches out and he wraps his fingers around his cock, giving it a tentative squeeze. ]

...I think I want to try using my mouth. If that doesn't offend my would-be teacher.

[ At least he can still snark.

Of course, the caveat is that his blowjob skills are likely to be... not great. ]

[Direct contact certainly feels better. His cock pulses hot in Elan's hand, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Teasing, like insults, is something he can dish out, but he's never been the most graceful at taking it. Or rather, he's not known for his patience.

At least Elan plans to do more than tease.]

Pretty ambitious for a first-timer.

[Elan's "teacher" doesn't look offended, though. His eyes darken as he pictures it—whether Elan ends up being skilled at this or not, the visual shouldn't disappoint. So he gives up the sass and issues a cheerful response.]

Sure, I'll let you try! To be honest, I'm in the mood to lie back, relax, and be spoiled absolutely rotten, so that should work out wonderfully for me...♪

[More like when is he ever not in the mood for that... But with things proceeding this way, he drops his hands from Elan's waist, starting to lie back as he said he would. Propping himself up on a pillow, and looking up at Elan with that same expectant smile.]

[ He laughs, low and a little throaty. ]

Maybe I'm an ambitious person.

[ And as he says that he splays himself out between Hiyori's legs, flattening against the bedspread. Maybe this isn't exactly what a virgin is meant to do on their first time - but he thinks that he doesn't mind bucking the trend. He likes being in control here. He likes exploring and seeing what makes Hiyori sigh or moan. So he peers up at Hiyori and starts a bit deliberately by kissing against the flat of his belly, fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. He's tentative at first and the next kiss is against the tip of his cock, something feather light and probing, as if he's not sure quite what to expect. ]

[He spreads his legs and gets comfortable, arms resting behind his head on top of the pillow. The very picture of lazy indulgence.

That's not to say there's no excitement. Heat pools low when their eyes meet, eyes going half-lidded as he watches Elan kiss his stomach. Those two longer strands of hair tickling against his bare skin, the sensation making him want to shiver.]

Mm, that's what I like to hear. Do your best to make me feel good, alrig–

[His words die on a gasp as he's touched where he needs it most. His cock twitches in Elan's grip, against Elan's lips, that soft little kiss enough to make all the blood in his body rush south. (Though maybe he can spare a little for his cheeks, which seem to be getting pinker.)

He exhales a breath, simply staring for a moment, drinking in the sight of that pretty face between his legs. (He wasn't wrong about the visual.) Then he takes one of his hands down from the pillow and slides it across Elan's bare shoulder, up the back of his head, and into his hair. He doesn't push Elan's head down, just sinks his fingers in, but it's meant as encouragement.]

[ A part of Five feels like he ought to feel a bit more irritated at seeing Hiyori taking his sweet time and indulging - but another part of him feels very pleased that he can put him into such a state without much first hand experience. The duality of man. So he gives Hiyori a look form underneath his eyelashes and then he gives the head of his cock another little kiss and then another. It's tentative at first and then he punctuates it with a slow lick against that spot just under the head. He's watching, waiting, listening, wanting to feel and see what reaction he earns.

It's important. ]

[What's he supposed to do? Rush the first-timer?

He could. Whine at Elan to stop teasing him, shove that pretty little head down. There's something to be said for instant gratification, at least when he's the one being gratified. But he resists the urge, partly out of consideration, and partly because it is enjoyable to watch Elan explore. Pressing kisses to his cock, flitting his eyes up to Hiyori's face as though seeking his approval... or maybe he's just trying to tease. Either way, it is cute.

He lets out a soft noise when Elan flicks his tongue out, high and breathy. Elan found a good spot, but it's still a tease. Perhaps this is where he's meant to give guidance.]

Yep, that's the right idea. Good boy~

[Maybe it sounds like mockery. Hiyori loves to tease, too, after all. But he does mean it, voice low and husky and appreciative as he curls his fingers in Elan's hair.]

[ There's a low huff and a tight squeeze around the base of his cock in response. Good boy. It's strange to hear, even stranger to find it makes something flutter in his gut. He brushes past it without a verbal response and instead he does what he knows is supposed to happen - he wraps his lips around the tip Hiyori's cock and gives it a teasing little scukle, head bobbing a little lower as he also drags his tongue against him.

It's a touch clumsy. Probably a little off. Maybe even some teeth there.

But he is trying. ]

[That all feels nice and wonderful except for the "maybe some teeth" part. That alarms him and his body goes tense, one hand clutching at the pillow and the other at Elan's hair. Still, no accidental biting or scraping happens, thank goodness.

He relaxes his grip once the danger has passed, petting Elan's hair gently. A shuddering breath escapes his lips, breathing already gone ragged, but he's still capable of giving out instructions.]

Careful. Treat it like you're handling something precious, alright?

[Maybe he's the one who ought to have his mouth plugged. Oh well, too late.]

[ Yeah, less teeth.

But c'mon, it's his first blowjob. He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, cheeks coloring as he gives Hiyori a look. ]

A delicate treasure. Right.

[ That's... just a bit deadpan. But when he leans in again, he is being a bit more careful, head bobbing as he gives him another long lick and takes him a little deeper. Five is still figuring out works. What makes Hiyori pleased and what doesn't - but he's a fast learner, so there's hope yet. ]

Aha, yep, that's the ide–ah...

[His attempt to form a complete sentence is thwarted. He moans when Elan takes him deeper, tongue sliding along his length. It's been some time since someone's done that for him and it feels good. Seeing Elan red-cheeked and pushing himself to please him also makes him throb.

He manages to keep himself from thrusting his hips, but he does squirm, fingers tightening in Elan's hair again while his head shifts restlessly on the pillow.]

[ There's a gratified little sound from Five where he has his lips wrapped around him - more of a hum than anything else - and he continues, his hand gripping the base of Hiyori and giving hi ma few firm, slow strokes to punctuate the drag of his tongue and lips and the way he tries to please him. Making Hiyori squirm and wriggle is reward all on its own.

At least for now.

He wants to see what other noises he can get out of him. Even if he is going to be a bit clumsy at this. ]

[Between Elan's hand and mouth, there's not an inch of him that isn't being serviced. He's quite well cared for at the moment. And in terms of performance, there's really little to complain about. Yep: A+, gold star for effort, so far. But.

Elan's going slow. Which makes sense, of course. Still, every stroke of his hand and tongue feel like sweet torture. The wet sounds from his mouth intermingle with Hiyori's heavy breathing, and there is absolutely more squirming and wriggling happening, even as he tries to keep his hips still. Precum starts to seep from the head, and clumsy or not, Elan's ministrations make him moan again.]

Hah... yeah, good boy... ♪

[So much for his usual smug teasing. He's starting to sound delirious, and his cheeks burn as he glances down to watch Elan again.]

[ He appreciates the gold star, really. Or he would if he knew about it. As it is, he's still being slow and a little careful, but he's gradually working himself into better speed. Especially since he can feel and see the way his partner wriggles and writhes and responds to his touch. It's a heady feeling. Even if the taste is a little strange.

The words good boy make his ears burn. It's... not what he'd prefer, but it makes him something in him twist in a good way. Especially since it's clear that Hiyori doesn't mean it in a demeaning way. It's not meant to own him. So he focuses on pleasing him instead. His hand works and he glances up, lips leaving him for a moment. ]

...warn me, OK?

[ And then he dips his head again, starting to bob a little faster, tongue twisting and flicking against him. ]

[Hiyori will be sure to slap a gold star sticker on him once all of this is over. (Perhaps their space-themed room has some glow-in-the-dark ones somewhere.)

Even the momentary absence of Elan's mouth makes him whine and jerk his hips (Hiyori really, truly isn't known for his patience.) He blinks, meeting Elan's eyes, then watches him resume what he was doing before he can even process that, letting out another startled (but gratified-sounding) moan.

With Elan speeding up, he loses a lot of brain power. But through the haze of arousal, he figures out the meaning. "Warn him." Right, of course. That's just basic consideration. But what does Elan intend to do at that critical moment? Hopefully not spit it out everywhere. That'd just be disgusting! But oh well, Hiyori can worry about that in a minute. It's not like he's close to orgasm already, or any... thing...

... oh no.]

Elan-kun...

[Has it really been that long? He can hold out longer than this, usually! But inexpert technique or no, Elan's mouth feels overwhelmingly good. It has him twisting his hands in Elan's hair, hips arching off the bed, and whining Elan's "name" all over again in lieu of a clearer warning.]

Elan-kun, Elan-kuuuuun...

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/finally gets around to watching this week's Gwitch. Nice shot, Elan-kun

He's perfect.

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