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Make it special.

THE ❝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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[ They can both be embarrassed by how worked up they are. Elan's honestly a little surprised at how tense and taut his body feeels; full of a heated energy that has nowhere to go, but just feels like it's building and building. It makes it hard to think; like his brain is going fuzzy and he can't concentrate on anything but the warm, slender body pressed against his and those words that make him blush but also - what? They make him want to hear more of them. He feels filthy and good and his heart flutters a little. More than that, his body seems to react too. He clenches against the intrusion, that feeling of stretching and fullness making his head spin. ]

Hiyori-

[ He's trying not to whine or plead or do anything so undignified. Although maybe it's not dignity he's concerned about so much as pride. All the same, his nails drag down Hiyori's back as he tries to rock a little closer. ]

Keep going. Don't just leave me like this!

[ OK, that was maybe kind of a whine. ]

[Ah, but what if Hiyori wants to hear him whine and plead? He doesn't mean to be cruel, but Elan-kun and his needy voice are so, sooo cute. Yet it's taking all his restraint to keep still, with Elan squirming his hips and clenching tight and dragging nails down his back for good measure.

That last thing makes him gasp, sparks of pain causing his half-lidded eyes to flare wide. That shouldn't be allowed—if Elan leaves marks and someone sees them in a dressing room, it could spell trouble. And yet he twitches inside Elan, oddly turned on by that show of desperation.]

Yes, yes, alright!

[He drops his hands away from Elan's face and draws back, pulling out of him inch by inch—]

If it'll make you say my name all sweetly again, then sure! Let's do it Elan-kun's way! ♪

[—and then thrusting in all at once. A little rough, but what's done is done. He exhales another ragged breath, overwhelmed by how good Elan feels: squeezing him from base to tip, clinging to him inside and out, like he can't get enough and doesn't want to let go. Well, that makes two of them, since Hiyori doesn't want to let go, either!

He pulls back again, shaking his hips, nails digging into Elan's thigh to mimic the ones on his back, still holding Elan open as he starts to set a manageable rhythm. Not slow, but not fast. Satisfying but not enough to push himself over the edge just yet. He needs to hold out, and he wants to take his time enjoying Elan. Still, what about Elan's enjoyment? Would he enjoy more shallow thrusts, aimed directly at his sweet spot? Should Hiyori be touching him at the same time?

Nope. All that can wait. Elan seemed to want it deep so deep is what he'll get, Hiyori burying his full length into him with each successive thrust. He spares a glance down at Elan's cock, hard against his stomach, but doesn't touch just yet, wanting Elan to enjoy just having him inside for the time being.

Ah, but maybe he will use his free hand to toy with Elan's chest a bit, since he figured out earlier that that's also an erogenous zone.]

Well?

[His voice comes out all breathy, suffused with heat, his eyes on Elan's face and his fingers skimming over a nipple.]

How is it~?

D-do you ever stop-?

[ Well, Elan certainly stops talking midway through that sentence. He's cut off by one of those thrusts and his body arches up to meet it with a gasp. His grip tightens again and he tries to match Hiyori's rhythm, his whole body straining towards that heat and tension that comes every time that Hiyori's hips roll down and forward against him. He manages to bite back something that's a bit more like a whimper than anything else, but it's still enough to make it clear that he's feeling more than a little overwhelmed by everything. He's deep and he's opening up - every time he tugs free he feels momentarily empty; his body craving something that isn't really usual. And then he's filled all over again, the hard line of Hiyori's cock grinding deep and brushing over that spot inside of him that makes him burn from the inside out. ]

Fuck... [ He murmurs. ]

It's - so much...

[ He swallows hard, trying to find a way to describe it. He drops a hand to brace himself against the bed and tries to grind up against Hiyori in one of those moments where he's completely buried inside of him. More, more, more. ]

But it's good-!

[He'll let the swearing pass without comment for once. There's something satisfying about hearing it, in fact, the smile on Hiyori's lips twisting itself into more of a smirk. He gladly drinks in that overwhelmed expression, cock throbbing at the sight of Elan writhing underneath him and gripping onto the bed. In response to that it's good, he laughs softly.]

Yep, Elan-kun's feeling good ♪

[He grinds into him obligingly, burying himself as deep as he can go. Still Elan presses back against him, wanting impossibly more. What a greedy boy he is. Yet Hiyori's the same.]

I feel good, too, of course. It feels, ah, absolutely wonderful inside you...

[He keeps moving his hips, breathing heavily between words. It's hard to stay composed. Or form sentences. Or think. Still, he makes a valiant effort to hold back, refraining from slamming into Elan the way he really wants in favor of building up a steady pace. His fingers pinch and rub at Elan's chest before sliding teasingly lower, fingers skimming down his abdomen and brushing the head of his cock. But before properly jerking him off, there's still one thing he wants to do!

The hand on Elan's thigh slides upward. Hiyori pushes his leg against his chest, pressing flat against him and swooping in to claim his lips. Elan-kun kept kissing him while his fingers were inside him, and he keeps pressing up against him, so he must want to be as close as possible. To be held like a lover. Yes, that's what Hiyori will give him.]

[ There's really no more composure to be had here, not when they're a tangle of limbs and Elan can feel every movement that Hiyori makes ahs drags himself in and out of him. It's still good, still different, and there are fingers on his chest and then against his cock. He whines, low and soft, and tries to press himself closer. The tension and the heat is building, building, building and he can feel that it's getting there, that there's going to be a moment when he finally goes crashing over the edge and falls apart and he desperately, desperately wants that. ]

Hiyori-!

[ He gasps the name out and holds him as close as he can, his legs squeezing tight against his hips and waist as he feels his body go taut. He falls apart, finally. There's a jerk and a twitch, a rush of heat, and he makes a noise that's more a groan than anything else as everything goes white for a moment. ]

[Ah, the sound of his own name, said sweetly in that suspiciously-similar voice. A powerful drug for a narcissist. Hiyori talked a big game about taking Elan to paradise, and it seems his partner's well on the way there, judging from those whines and gasps and the way his insides hug Hiyori tight. Good, good—

... actually. Wait.

Elan might already be there.

He could almost laugh when he realizes. Not in a mocking way, but in a stunned and kinda smug way. He barely had to touch him—he made Elan-kun feel this good just from being inside him, and that's enough to make his cock twitch dangerously, heat coiling low in the pit of his stomach as he balances precariously close to the edge himself. But he won't fall into paradise without taking Elan with him, so he speeds up his hips, giving up on that rhythm he set and thrusting into Elan fast and hard. He grabs for Elan's cock at the same time, hardened between their stomachs, and draws upward, pulling out all the stops.

He wants to feel it. See it. The look on Elan's face when he succumbs. So he draws back just enough to get a good look, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with pleasure, lips parting on ragged breaths and moans as he keeps thrusting himself to completion. He's there, he's almost there too, the pressure building and building until it feels like he's going to burst. But Elan first!]

[ Elan is falling apart at this point. He's flushed and panting for breath, his body arching underneat hHiyori as he spills over his belly and the fingers wrapped around his cock. He can't think for a moment, his whole being wiped out for a few fleeting seconds by the burning heat that races over him. His toes curl, his hands clench at the bedsheets (and at Hiyori) as he struggles through it. It's a good struggle, of course. It's a beautiful, ecstatic, painful feeling and he rides it for as long as he can before he finally slumps back against the mattress with a low whine, one hand shoving at Hiyori's chest. ]

Okay - okay-!

[It doesn't take much. The combination of Elan visibly falling apart beneath him and the feeling of Elan's body squeezing tight has him toppling over the edge soon after. He relishes every second in the meantime, feeling a smug, possessive sort of pride at the expression on Elan's face, that look of pure unbridled pleasure, bordering almost on pain. So sweet. And it's all for him.

He drives hard and fast into Elan, probably going a little past the point where it must feel comfortable, his teeth worrying his bottom lip until his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a low noise, burying himself deep when he comes. His head bows over Elan's, body trembling through the aftershocks, and then he slumps.

Ah. What a wonderful feeling. Pleasantly fluffy and cloudy, like all his worries are someplace far away...

Except Elan's trying to shove him off for some reason. That causes his eyes to blink open, expression somewhat dazed. But he comes to his senses sooner rather than later.]

... hm? Kicking me out already?

[Well, even in his state of post-coital bliss, he can still tease. He would have loved to stay inside Elan until he goes totally, totally soft, but since someone's objecting, he'll pull out. One last slick, slow slide of him, and then their bodies are separate once more.

For a brief second before he collapses on top of Elan afterwards, sweat-slick chest to sweat-slick chest. His face nudges against Elan's, a tiny smile pressed into his cheek.]

So? How was Elan-kun's first taste of paradise?

[ He was a little overstimulated. And he needs a bit of breathing room. Sorry, Hiyori! He doesn't kick him out, at least - just gives him some space so he can curl up and fit himself against Hiyori in a way that's a little more comfortable to him. It's hard to really come up with words right now, honestly. He's very fuzzy and still riding in that sort of post-coital moment where everything is a bit loopy. So give him a second to really process and come back to earth a bit. He mumbles something and noses into Hiyori before he finally manages to get himself up and running again. ]

Better than I expected.

[ Which is faint praise, but Five is a little finicky like that. ]

But I'm probably going to be sore for a while...

[ That isn't a complaint, to be clear. ]

[Hiyori should count himself lucky that Elan's letting him flop here at all, since he's not exactly light or anything. And logically speaking, there are things he should be doing instead: getting rid of the condom, washing his sticky hands, cleaning his whole body. But it's warm here in bed with Elan, where he feels snug and boneless and oh-so-contented. And just being close to someone, enough to feel each other's heartbeats, is nice all on its own.

Just because this wasn't "love" doesn't mean there can't be warmth.]

Aha, well, that's fine, isn't it? A little something to remember me by...♪

[Then something occurs to him.]

Ah, aside from that other thing I left.

[One of his hands raises, so he can press a finger into the small mark on Elan's throat. One of his less-sticky fingers. He does have ten of them, so there should be at least one clean-ish one!]

[ It's not love, no. But it's intimacy. It's closeness. It's a sense of trust and warmth that Five savors a little. Even if he's not going to say anything like that out loud. Instead he lets Hiyori settle over the top of him and he nestles a little closer with a low sigh. He doesn't want to say anything immediately. He just wants to bask. ]

I'll remember you either way. Don't you worry about that.

[ He lifts a hand to ruffle fingers into his hair. ]

...we're going to have to shower again, eventually.

[He laughs softly under his breath, but otherwise doesn't comment. Right, of course Elan-kun will remember him. He's very memorable, after all. Plus, "you never forget your first."

... unless you're Hiyori, that is. Hiyori can remember what his first time was like, but he can't recall that girl's name for the life of him.

But he's different now. He loves all his fans and remembers all their names. And he'll definitely remember Elan-kun.]

Mm...

[He drops his hand from Elan's neck and lifts his head, not getting off him yet, but preparing to.]

Well, as far as that goes, we have two options!

[Dramatic pause.]

"Shower together" or "shower alone"!

[He holds up two fingers to demonstrate. Two... sticky fingers.]

I'll leave the decision to Elan-kun. I'm fine with either one, myself.

Think I'd rather shower together. It'd be a shame to leave one of us out here.

[ It's such a casual little suggestion. Not that Elan is moving right now. In fact, he's rather content to still sit and bask and feel just how... strange it is to have finished that. He's a little sore, but it's not bad.

It's honestly kind of nice. ]

Don't you think?

[He'd offered two options out of politeness, really. He didn't know if Elan-kun would need some time to reflect or if he'd want some privacy. They don't really know each other too well, after all. But Elan's verdict earns another smile.]

Mm-hm~ ♪

[He presses his lips into the side of Elan's throat, humming contentedly against the skin.]

Most things in life are more fun if you do them with someone. So we might as well let our fun times together continue...♪

[And he'll stay snuggled there for a long moment, before finally getting up halfway to reach for the box of tissues on the small table attached to the bed.]

[ One of his hands joins Hiyori's in reaching for a tissue (or a handful of them) so he can clean himself up a little. He doesn't particularly want to go anywhere but he also doesn't necessarily want to bask in the mess that they've made. He squirms a little as he dabs away at it, stretching himself out - and then sets it aside, tossing the handful into the convenient waste-bin. ]

We don't have to move yet, do we?

[ It's a languid complaint. ]

[And he'll be tossing the used condom as well as the used tissue after tying it off and wiping both hands. This part is always rather inelegant, but it beats being sticky...

He'd thought showering might come after that, but Elan-kun looks quite content where he is, all sprawled out like a starfish. Well, getting up is probably harder for him right now than it is for Hiyori. He can't resist teasing:]

I'm not carrying you like a princess, if that's what you're hoping for ♪

[But he's in no rush himself. And it is oddly comfortable in their spaceship-bed, so he goes ahead and flops down again, too.]

I paid for a few hours, though, so no one should be coming to kick us out of paradise just yet.

Relax, I'm not asking you to strain yourself that hard. Although maybe I should, because it might be entertaining...

[ He sticks his tongue out at Hiyori as he lets himself just sort of settle into the mattress.

This is nice. ]

Good. I don't feel like going anywhere for a bit, so... even if they did try to kick us out, I'd probably refuse, anyway.

[He props up his head on one of the pillows and turns onto his side just in time to see Elan's tongue stick out. How very polite and classy... Yet something in that last statement makes his eyes soften.]

Sounds like Elan-kun's getting spoiled ♪

[Or maybe he's learning to stand up for himself and what he wants. Hiyori doesn't know what kind of person Elan's been all his life, but the Elan-kun he met seemed a lot more tired than the one he's lounging with now. This seems like an improvement, if anything.]

I wonder if that's your true personality shining through?

My personality is my personality.

[ Sort of. He's had to bury and rewrite parts of himself. But he does try to be true to who he thinks he is.

It's complicated. ]

And maybe I deserve to be spoiled, hmm? Don't you think? That's why you did it, right?

[Ah, the feeling of having cut off so many rotten parts of yourself that you forget who you even are anymore... They might have more in common than just their similar-sounding voices.

Like a tendency to act smug and spoiled, for example.]

Aha, yep, you caught me~ Elan-kun seemed like a good boy who hadn't been doted on nearly enough, so I thought I'd try my hand at spoiling you rotten! ♪ But I got something out of it, too, of course, so it wasn't one-sided. I'd say we both made out pretty good.

You definitely can't complain. I think you enjoyed yourself far too much.

[ Elan laughs. ]

But I shouldn't complain either.

Yep, nothing to complain about!

[He cheerfully agrees.]

I enjoyed myself thanks to Elan-kun, Elan-kun enjoyed himself thanks to me, there's no problem! We might as well celebrate instead of complain. Especially you, since most people can only ever dream of being in your shoes.

[Modest as ever, he is.]

Right, right, because you're an untouchable idol, right?

[ He sticks his tongue out. ]

Maybe I should tell people I shook hands with you and see if I can sell handshakes to your fans.

I'm obviously not completely untouchable, or you wouldn't have been able to hold me tight just now. But it's true that I'm selective about who I let in my bed, so consider yourself lucky ♪

[Elan-kun sure loves sticking his tongue out. Hiyori won't deign to stick his out in return; he only does that (tastefully!) if directed to during a photoshoot.

Also, thank goodness Elan-kun just went with handshakes rather than something dirtier...]

Ah, the whole "I'll never wash this hand again" thing? I don't know how well that would work, since they might expect to see proof. Plus I don't condone ripping off my fans at all! But Elan-kun also has a nice face, and an alluring voice, so I'm sure there are those who'd be happy to shake your hand anyway. Or maybe even do more than that?

[Like go to bed with him, for instance.]

[ Call it a flaw. Or just a little tic at this point. Five hums softly and closes his eyes. Letting himself be vulnerable and intimate... that's a challenge and maybe it always will be. But for right now it's fine, isn't it? He doesn't need to worry about being used up or betrayed or tossed aside.

That's nice. ]

Pft. Of course there are. A pretty face and a smooth voice always attracts attention. Sometimes I don't really want them to, but...

[ He shrugs. ]

I guess I've been cursed.

<3

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