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Make it special.

THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

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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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It's - bitter.

[ Elan pulls a face and then he laughs as he takes the tissues and starts mopping his face up. Stick, too. It's... not unpleasant? But it's weird. She smacks his tongue for a moment, as if he's trying to decide whether he enjoys this or not. ]

But I guess it's not bad.

[ Another short little laugh. ]

I guess you look pretty when you're moaning like that, though. Although my view wasn't the best.

[Oh, good, he's laughing. The mood is saved, nothing to worry about!]

Ah, acquiring a taste for me already, are you?

[Now that he's no longer in the doghouse, he returns to his usual cheerful teasing, watching while Elan wipes his chin clean. What just happened was, objectively, pretty gross, and if their positions were reversed, Hiyori would complain incessantly. (No one dirties his precious face without permission.) So why does that flash of tongue cause something hot and molten to pool in the pit of his stomach? It truly is a mystery.

He blinks in response to the unexpected praise, before his lips twitch into another smile. This time, however, there's something just a little devious about it.]

Of course, I'm always pretty from every angle ♪ Though that is a shame about your view. Perhaps we can switch to a different one? For example...

[He leans forward abruptly, using his superior height to look down on Elan, a mischievous gleam twinkling in his eye.]

Me on top of you, looking down on you... how's that sound?

I didn't say I was acquiring anything. Just - that it's not unpleasant.

[ He snorts, but there's still a flood of arousal in him. A twinge of heat that doesn't want to leave - and why should it? He glances at Hiyori as he discards the used tissues into the wastebasket and then sprawls back as Hiyori leans over him. The way he looks down at him... it makes his stomach do a flip as much as it also makes something in him feel - what? Threatened? He's always been wary of being used, of becoming a tool all over again.

But Hiyori has a sense of safety about him.

So Elan laughs and reaches up, his cheeks starting to burn again, his hard cock arching back against his belly. ]

Sure. I deserve a chance to be lazy, too.

[He's the one who's got a good view this time. Elan really does have a pretty face, and he looks extra enticing sprawled out like this, redness dusting his cheeks and carefree laughter on his lips. Enjoying himself just like they came here for.

Hiyori truthfully doesn't have much experience in this role. Not with boys, anyway. With boys, he has a tendency to lie back and put them to work. But the prospect of pulling more cute reactions from Elan-kun, introducing him to things he's never felt before, is motivation enough.]

Yep, you've earned it ♪ So now all you need to do is show me how pretty you can moan.

[He doesn't give Elan time to react—to scoff or swoon, either one. He just pins him to the bed, closing the distance between them with a kiss. His tongue flicks out against Elan's lips while his hands find their way to warm skin, one splaying itself across Elan's chest while the other one slides over his waist. Eager to touch him, feel him, work him up even more. Which might also explain why he just slipped a thigh between Elan's legs, applying a teasing bit of pressure against that bulge that's probably ready to tear itself out of his underwear.]

Well, I don't know about pretty-

[ He murmurs in reply and then there's lips on his. A kiss that plunges against hims and he meets it with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. His arms come up to twine around Hiyori and tug him a little closer. There's the press of a thigh between his legs and Elan makes a noise against Hiyori's lips as he rocks up to meet that firm pressure, the hard line of his cock grinding against the warmth and pressure that's being teased against him.

It's not nearly enough.

But it is a start. ]

[Ah, now that's about what he expected. Elan rocking himself against him, making helpless noises into his mouth. Positively adorable. He shifts his thigh to offer Elan some friction, encouraging more of that reaction, although it surely still can't be enough.

Less "adorable" is the taste in his mouth. That sweet cotton-candy-carnival-food taste from earlier has faded, and now when he dips his tongue into Elan's mouth he detects something... else. Something much less palatable. Yes, that would be himself, wouldn't it? (Even though he'd claim he couldn't possibly taste bad.) Well, he'll endure it from Elan-kun's sake, licking at the inside of his mouth and stroking their tongues together again. All the same, maybe it's best to get this show on the road.

He holds the kiss for one more moment and then draws back, hovering over Elan's face for one split-second, all smug confidence as he gazes down. His needs have already been taken care of, at least for the time being, and Elan's haven't, which sure gives him the upper hand. But it's not his intent to stall, and he quickly moves his face to Elan's neck, kissing and then sucking at the skin there. His hand's still palming at Elan's chest, fingers brushing over a nipple, while his thigh stays planted right between his legs. Of course, there's one place that needs his touch the most, and he can feel the shape of it pressed against him, but he's also curious to see what other sensitive spots he can find.]

[ Elan tries his best to stay relatively composed, but he's finding it incredibly difficult to do so, considering the fingers that go traveling over his skin. He mutes a cry by biting down on his lip, but then it's swept away by the grind of a thigh and he cries aloud again, hips jerking up to meet Hiyori with a little moan. ]

Hiyori-

[ He's not ashamed of it. He clutches at the boy over him, fingernails digging into skin. His fingers drag into his hair and he drags his head down, exposing his own throat for the touch of lips against it. ]

I want more.

[Ah, he sure is vocal. Loud enough to get Hiyori's blood burning. Hearing his name said in that high, desperate tone makes his body throb with heat, even if he's not quite ready to get hard again just yet. What is it about Elan's voice that excites him so? There's just something alluring about it he can't place his finger on!

(Probably the fact it sounds quite similar to his own voice. Yay, narcissism!)]

Mmm~?

[He unburies his face just to glance at Elan's debauched expression, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he watches Elan's face. What does he want? Hiyori could go for a lot of things. Like sucking some red marks into Elan-kun's throat. Something idols can't get away with doing to each other—they're all supposed to be chaste. But he sees no reason not to leave Elan with a memento or two.]

That could mean all sorts of things, you know.

[But he's not a total idiot.

He moves his thigh and finally slips both hands under Elan's waistband, pushing that last scrap of fabric out of the way. A hand wraps around Elan's cock immediately, finding it plenty hard from all that teasing, and strokes firmly from base to tip, thumb rubbing over the head on the upstroke. His eyes don't leave Elan's face. He wants to see him get even more desperate.]

[ Narcissism is a hell of a drug. Although Five would probably be very upset if he placed their voice twins as anything coincidence, mostly because he's already spent his life looking and sounding like someone else and isn't sure he wants to keep going down that road. For the moment, though, he's simply lost in his own pleasure and the heat in his belly. He groans softly and then gives Hiyori a look as he pinches one of his nipples. ]

Do I have to spell it out for you-?

[ He starts to ask and hten trails into another little sigh and then a somewhat higher pitched noise as fingers wrap around his cock. His hips hitch and he presses into the gripping fingers, trying to rut himself against Hiyori's hand. His expression shifts, his eyelids flutter, and his lips part in a low panting gasp. Yes, he wants more. No, he doesn't particularly care if his face looks completely stupid. He's a bit too far gone to care at this point. ]

[And Hiyori, who sees himself as a unique and special snowflake with a one-of-a-kind voice, might also be a bit perturbed to learn about the whole voicetwin thing. Fortunately, the fourth wall remains intact, and both boys are safe from the terrible knowledge.

Elan isn't safe from being obnoxiously teased, though.

Hiyori watches smugly as Elan unravels beneath him, a smirk tugging up his lips when Elan ruts into his hand. Even when it's like this, with him on top and in control, Elan still ends up doing much of the work for him. Poor Elan-kun. Still, he doesn't slow his hand, continuing to pump the other boy's cock steadily.]

Well, I know what sort of thing you want, but there are options. I could do more with my hands, for example...

[He punctuates this by squeezing underneath the head, while his other hand returns to Elan's chest and starts toying with his other nipple.]

... or use my mouth like you did...

[He leans in close, and for a moment it seems like he's going to bury his face in Elan's neck again. He doesn't, though–just brings his mouth closer to Elan's ear, so he can say obnoxious stuff directly into it. (While still jerking him off, of course.)]

... or start getting you ready, if you wanted to try that thing where our bodies melt together as one. Anything you want, really! The choice is yours ♪

[ It is incredibly hard to concentrate on words when Hiyori is doing that. He twists and turns a little, his hips hitching as he tries to grind. It's so different from when he touches himself. Something he already knew intellectually, but feeling it was another thing entirely. His face flushes hot and he resists the urge to cover his eyes with his arm. He's not about to make himself look like even more of a blushing virgin then he already is. ]

You - really know how to be irritating-

[ He twists his head to look at Hiyori as he leans in. His nipples are hard and aching, his cock is sending pulses of pleasure and heat straight through him and Hiyori has only been working on him for a few minutes. Awkward. ]

...you can just say fucking me, if you want. I'm not gonna get offended by it.

[ There's a shaky laugh from him and the ridiculousness of it makes him want to giggle again. ]

Y-you make it sound so romantic.

[Nope, there's absolutely no need for Elan to hide his blushing face. Hiyori is more than happy to soak in the view; he looks absolutely adorable like this, all desperate and needy. Hiyori could eat him right up.]

I don't care much for that sort of language.

[A rich thing for him to say, perhaps, since he's saying it while he strokes an almost-stranger's cock in a love hotel. Is this romantic? Surely not. They hardly know each other, after all. So what is it, then? Fake romance? Just killing time?

No. This might not be romantic, but he knows it's not those other things, either.]

We might not be "two hearts beating as one," but we can at least get a little closer, hmm?

[But enough of that. There's no need to get philosophical when Elan is red and squirmy underneath him. He speeds up his hand, rubbing his thumb against the underside of Elan's cock as he airily continues,]

Any~way! All I'm saying is that if you want something specific, you should ask for it! But if not, I'll just have my way with you as I please.

[His eyes darken a little as he teasingly adds,]

Maybe that's what you were hoping for all along?

[ Five desperately wishes he could say something smart and arrogant to cut Hiyori down a bit right now, but it's honestly very hard to be witty when someone has their hand on your dick and they're teasing the nerve endings in just the right way to make you want to expire on the spot. So he tries to stop himself from jumping too much, tries to ignore how his heart keeps hammering and hammering in his chest, and instead breathes deep as he peers up at him and tries to think of what he actually wants. ]

I'm not going to just hand myself over to you, you know.

[ Which would be more convincing if, again, Hiyori didn't have his hand on his cock. ]

Going - trying to jump r-right to fucking seems like a bit of a jump, so-

[ He uses the word deliberately, if only because he refuses to use the flowery language that Hiyori does. ]

Use your mouth.

[Ah, so Elan-kun has some defiance left in him. He hasn't surrendered himself to pleasure just yet. It'd be boring if he was too obedient, so this is fine. Still, Hiyori's no fan of vulgar language, or being bossed around! But since it's coming from a cute first-timer, who already worked hard to please him, well... he'll let it slide.

Though not without an obnoxious comment first.]

You did a good job saying what you want, but a bad job asking nicely! B-minus ✰

[And here he releases Elan's cock. In fact, he lifts both hands, no longer touching Elan at all.]

But that is a passing grade. So...

[He trails off, eyes roaming over Elan's body. There are several areas he'd like to put his mouth on, starting with those cute hardened nubs on Elan's chest. But his cock looks fit to burst, and after all the time Hiyori spent working him up, now isn't the time for foreplay.

He moves down Elan's body swiftly, hands spreading his thighs wider apart, head lowering between his legs. He doesn't much care for the act itself: it's messy, the taste isn't good, and it's uncomfortable on his jaw if it goes on for too long! But he likes Elan's cute squirmy reactions, and he loves putting on a show. So!

He leans in, one hand pressing down Elan's thigh while the other one holds his cock at the base, and licks. First from top to bottom, then up the side, before planting an open-mouthed kiss on the tip. His tongue flicks out against the slit, sliding all around the head before he glances up at Elan's face, trying to lock eyes with him. A little red-cheeked, but otherwise unselfconscious. He even smiles.]

I stopped worrying about grades when I left school.

[ He deadpans in response, but he really can't be that snarky when Hiyori is leaning over him like he is. Partially because he just looks... really good as he is. Smooth skin and completely naked and it's all for Five. The first time that's ever happened. It's overwhelming, in a way, and his eyes just drink in the way he moves and how he lowers himself between his legs. There's a flutter of tension in his thighs and belly as gentle fingers coax his legs apart and then-

Then his mouth touches against the sensitive tip and his tongue is working over his cock. His eyelids flutter half shut and he watches Hiyori with a sort of rapturous pleasure, his hips lifting and pressing against him. Much like Hiyori before him, he doesn't try to thrust or take advantage - although a part of him wants to. Instead he lets his fingers card through his hair and behind an ear, his breathing shaky.

He was already on edge from the way he was being touched. So he doesn't know how long he's going to last like this. ]

Ah - Hiyori-

[ Not just yet. But... well. He feels he should let him know how much he appreciates this. ]

[He's not disappointed by the look on Elan's face: totally flustered, but also totally captivated. Like he's gone breathless with unspeakable awe. Hiyori can't read minds, but it's easy enough to guess what Elan is thinking in his position. He's probably thinking something like, "Wow, I can't believe someone so gorgeous is doing this to me." He'd better believe it, though, because it's happening!

Elan's hair feels oddly nice running through his hair, the touch soothing and encouraging. He goes a little tense, however, when Elan calls out his name—already? It's a real possibility, given how worked-up he is. But no, Elan doesn't come after a few licks, so Hiyori just plants another kiss on the tip and hums teasingly against the skin.]

Mmm~?

[If he wants something, he should speak up! Then again, there's really no need. Hiyori has no intention of drawing this out forever, much as he loves to tease, and so he goes ahead and pops the head into his mouth, tongue pressing just below the crown as he sucks. He goes lower, taking it about halfway, unable to fit the whole thing in his mouth and not stupid (or selfless) enough to try. Instead he just takes what he can, his head starting to bob, hand sliding up and down the base to stimulate the part he can't reach with his lips. This way, his jaw won't ache, Elan can still feel good, and everyone can be happy!]

[ Well, Elan certainly can't complain about the attention he's getting. Especially since Hiyori is treating him so nicely. His hips hitch again, his fingers tightening for a moment before relaxing as he tries to catch his breath. It's hard though, with sparks dancing behind his eyes and his whole frame feeling as if it's being bent toward that one, singular moment. Maybe thankfully he has a bit better presence of mind to try and get the words out. So he gasps aloud. ]

Hiyori, I'm - going to finish-

[ So, Hiyori does have a few moments warning before Five shudders and falls back into the pillows with a twist and another moment of tautness throughout his body. His cock twitches under his hand and tongue and then pulses as he comes and falls apart. The resulting mess hopefully isn't going to get in Hiyori's hair or anything... ]

[Hiyori can't complain, either, since Elan isn't doing anything rude like forcing his head down. It'd be nice to hear more cute moaning, but perhaps Elan's breath has simply been stolen. That's what it sounds like, anyway. He'll just keep bobbing his head, eyelashes lowered daintily, looking as dignified as a person can while giving someone a blowjob. No sweat, nothing to it—

Ah, but here comes the real test.

He doesn't like unpleasant tastes! But he also doesn't want to risk making a mess of his beautiful face. And there's something to be said for setting a good example... Er, though Elan-kun already went first, and he figured out what to do on his own, come to think of it... Is there any need for him to swallow?

No, but it's too late. He feels Elan's thigh tremble beneath his hand, cock pulsing inside his mouth, and it's too late to switch to just jerking him off. All he can do is seal his mouth over the head and let Elan come across his tongue, throat working quickly to accept everything.]

[He draws back slowly, eyes fluttering open, letting Elan's cock fall away from his saliva-slick lips. There's a moment where he just stares at Elan afterwards, taking in how spent he looks, feeling satisfied that he's the one who did this to him. That he's the first person to see him in such a state.

But he doesn't just stare forever, because some urgent business needs to be taken care of!]

Be back in a minute!

[With those cheerful parting words, he makes a grab for his discarded robe (or is it Elan's robe? oh well, doesn't matter!) and gets off the bed, padding off to the space station bathroom. Once inside, he flips on the lights, then begins rummaging around for an item he knows he saw earlier. Where was it again...?

Ah, yes. There's the travel-sized mouthwash.]

[He returns one minute later and heads right back over to the bed, where he stands with his hands on his hips and flashes Elan a bright smile.]

Alright, I'm back! Ready for round two?

[ It takes Five a moment to catch his breath - as it should - in those moments after it all comes crashing down. His body feels boneless and relaxed and his head feels a little loopy. It's probably the best orgasm he's had in his life, all things considered, and his eyes linger on Hiyori for a few long moments, blinking as he tries to keep his vision clear of little sparks. He's about to say something when Hiyori suddenly sits up and then vanishes.

Five props himself onto his elbow, face caught between surprise and amusement as he listens to him rummage around in the kitchen - and then the unmistakeable sound of running water and some spitting. Well... he can't blame him. The sound of Five's laughter drifts into the bathroom as Hiyori finishes up and then finally returns and he's still sprawled out on the bed where Hiyori left him, although he's taken the opportunity to clean up a bit with some tissues. He gives him a lazy look as he returns. ]

Round two? Give me a little bit to catch my breath.

[ His smirk spreads a little. ]

Sorry about the taste.

Aha, so I did take your breath away ♪

[He smirks back, before kicking off his slippers and climbing back into bed. There's no need to rush things, since he paid for enough time to take a breather.]

Don't worry your pretty little head too much. You've been a good boy so far, which should earn you a good performance review...♪

[He flops down next to Elan, his barely-tied robe hanging open, and stares up at the ceiling. The ceiling with its silly space pattern. How convenient, that they don't even need to leave the hotel to go stargazing... Still, it's not that great a view, so he turns onto his side. And yep, just as he thought, Elan-kun is prettier!]

If they're going to have this space theme, I'd like to see them go all the way, you know? Like adding a zero gravity option! Or maybe a freezer with space ice cream?

Space ice cream... that might be nice. But they'd probably charge you an arm and a leg for it.

[ He rolls onto his side to give Hiyori a lingering look. ]

It's all a little silly. I'm not sure who would actually be interested in all of this space stuff. Especially when it's so kitzy.

[ But they're here, aren't they? ]

The price isn't really the issue, it's more the fact they're not trying hard enough!

[Spoken like a guy who can afford anything.]

I don't get it either, honestly. But you do like a view, and I guess this is one... Sorry there aren't any rose petals or candlelight, though.

Pft. I don't need all of that. This has been fine.

[ He reaches out to card fingers into Hiyori's hair. ]

And fun. So mission accomplished so far.

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