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“J…Jesse— Hold on.” Lukas began with a plea, his hand coming to press against his boyfriend's firm chest to call for distance.
Jesse noted the way his voice trembled when he uttered his name, the way his heart raced with such an intensity that he somehow felt it through the hand resting at the blonde's belt. Panting softly, he leaned closer until their foreheads touched, his breath hot against his skin— Reluctant to stop, but he wasn't about to violate wavering consent.
“Did I do something wrong?” Jesse was blunt.
"No! It's just..." Lukas communicated how mortified he was with his every gesture, hesitating before going forth. "I'm a bit avoidant of that spot. I never even, hm, touch it with my hands…”
He braced himself for a cocky grin or a scoff, but Jesse's expression was one of curiosity, as if listening to a lesson or direct instructions.
"So how do you get off...Do you even—?" Bolder
He froze up, because what else was he to do when his masturbation habits hadn't evolved in years? The temptation to lie or omit information seeped in, just that humiliating to find his words.
"I...Well, you know. I press my thighs together, kinda overlap one leg over the other and. Just rub until I feel anything."
His eyebrows raised slightly as he processed the new information, couldn't help as his curiosity mixed with a hint of concern. The mental image of Lukas rubbing himself to completion only with his thighs was unsurprisingly arousing, as most things Lukas.
"Hey, it's okay... there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone has their own ways of... taking care of things." Came his reassurance, with his thumb rubbing circles on the buckle of Lukas’ belt. “Though, I'm pretty good with my hands, maybe that would make any difference? No pressure, just putting that out there.”
If Lukas’ face was warm prior, it felt boiling hot at the implication. “You suggest…?”
It was treading into uncharted territory there, but something about the vulnerability in Lukas' voice, the hesitation and uncharacteristic embarrassment, made Jesse want to step up and take the lead. Naturally.
And so he nodded slowly, his free hand roaming to rest on the small of Lukas' back, applying a gentle pressure to pull him closer. "I'm suggesting that maybe... maybe I could be of use. If you want me to be, of course." He didn't do much to conceal his eagerness, but Lukas seemed swayed— Thrilled that the hero in residence out of all people would bend for him and his pleasure.
Jesse's other hand, the one that had been resting on Lukas' belt, slid around to rest at his front, his thumb lightly brushing over the seam of Lukas' pants, right at the flat of his crotch. "I want to make you feel good.”
He couldn't be blamed for the way he thrusted his hips up, chasing after Jesse's whole palm as if he wanted its warmth to burn through fabric somehow. It felt plenty different even then, actually able to bring enough friction without an elaborate set-up of pillows or angling of hips while his legs went numb.
It was emboldening, better than the familiar adrenaline of almost dying multiple times. "Like this?" Jesse's voice was a low rumble, all up on the shell of Lukas' ear.
Lukas didn't spill any complaints the moment he began to work his belt off, pliant as the accessory was discarded and Jesse lowered his pants enough to get a comfortable peek at his panties— Soak, their barely uncouth exchange managed to make Lukas soak through, the darkened patch a mockery to his current collected facade.
Spurred on, Jesse squeezed at the covered flesh between thumb and index, noting the additional swell from arousal. Lukas’ mod-sent cunt, he thought, all too late recalling it would be his first direct contact with it.
“Jesse—! Don't just squish it like it's nothing!” The blonde punched at his arm softly, although not because it had harmed him in any way, entirely the opposite if Jesse could make out how he grew wetter.
A grin spread across his flushed face “Sorry, sorry…I'm just a little enthusiastic is all!”
Jesse's fingers slowly but surely crept under the fabric of Lukas' panties, brushing against the heat of his folds. He could feel the evidence of Lukas' need coating his fingers, making them glisten in the dim light of his room. With breath still caught in his throat at the intimate contact, anticipating every noise to come out of Lukas, Jesse shifted his hand to push and bunch up the fabric out of the way.
“Nhh—” Lukas’ teeth were vicious on his bottom lip to muffle the degrading noise.
In fair return, his handler panted at the sight of his perfect cunt, the labia 'puffy’ in lack of a better descriptor, framed by dark blonde curls Lukas bothered to trim even prior to them dating— Because he had relied the information to Jesse as if it was a laughing matter rather than what haunted his masturbation sessions, to imagine his former rival worrying about such obscene details because he shamelessly wanted to live under his gaze and scrutiny.
He chose to ignore the stir of his cock.
A calculated slow pace was set, his calloused fingers rubbing along the blonde's slit, additionally gentle, almost feather-light, allowing Lukas to get used to the new sensation. The same Lukas that was drunk on the notable difference.
His own hands were often busied by pens and gliding through the pages of books or the surface of paper in general, hardly were consumed by consistently holding swords and combat the way Jesse's were. Rougher, and he dared to say his fingers were thicker.
Naturally, the warmth on the low of his abdomen spread below, making his pussy absurdly hot to the touch. He hadn't even noticed when he had decided to clutch at Jesse's sleeve, nor the way he spread his thighs for better access.
“Don't— Don't push inside too fast.”
“Yessir.”
Obedient, Jesse only kept his digits between the swollen folds rather than attempting to dip them in a hurry, feeling the slick ooze. He had to stifle a groan at the sensation, his cock twitching in the confinement of his pants as he imagined sinking into dreamy heat. Though it would be way long before.
A distraction, Lukas came to the conclusion, leaning his face close enough to press his lips on Jesse's before opening his mouth— Lewder than usual, but he could feel himself relax further under the brunette's ministrations, more eager and suitable for the breach of fingers.
Hesitation was a barrier for a split second, Jesse being surprised by the heightening of their intimacy before melting into the kiss. “Hah, you're getting crazy wet.” An attempt at salvaging his nonchalant act.
Lukas was too aroused to bite back smartly. Jesse knew plenty well.
As they kissed, Jesse allowed his fingers proper exploration, rubbing loving circles over Lukas' sensitive clit he had grazed in passing earlier on. His opposite hand went upwards on Lukas' side, coming to rest just below his clothed breast, squeezing as if to anchor himself.
The kiss broke with a soft gasp from the bigger man, lips trailing down with devotion to Lukas' jaw and then towards his neck. Jesse nipped and suckled at the sensitive skin there, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. All the while, he continued with a steady rhythm, teasing only his index against the opening of Lukas’ pussy.
Lukas was indistinguishable from putty. “G-Good. Feels so good— Fuzzy.”
“Yeah? I bet.”
In reality, he didn't trust himself to retort, not with how hard and focused he was, so he limited to repositioning himself to be behind Lukas instead, better angled for the bottom of his palm to consistently press against his clit through his finger sinking into his needy cunt.
He could feel Lukas start to tremble— How his breath came in short, sharp gasps as the stimulation intensified. The blonde's grip on his sleeve tightened, knuckles white as he clung and sunk on him.
"Just like that, angel." Jesse encouraged, his voice low and strained, followed by a kiss to his temple. "You're doing so good, I can't even tell it's your first time."
Right, because Lukas was a thigh-grinding virgin before his boyfriend so graciously deflowered him unprompted, with the same fingers he shook hands with his friends with, wielded his sword— Jerked himself off.
His rough palm ground harder against Lukas' abused clit regardless of his spacing out, the friction almost numbing as a second finger joined the first and tested how much stretching was comfortable given he was working with natural lubricant alone. The thought of spitting into their union came up,but Jesse felt shame for once, the way his clothed cock throbbed against Lukas’ back was worth a lifetime of crudeness.
"So hard." Lukas weakly hissed out, head thrown back as he full on fucked himself on the other's fingers, ignoring the ache of his hips as he kept motioning upwards. All he wanted was to feel full, even on a replacement for what he truly wanted.
“Just, ah, for you.”
The thought made him impossibly slicker, of the entire ordeal being practice and gateway to make himself appropriate for Jesse. That he'd eventually get held down, blanketed by the hero's body, his face against a pillow as his cunt spread around his thick cock—
“ FUCK Fuckf uck” It lacked any class, any of Lukas’ flowery language.
Jesse instinctively fondled at his small breast, some sort of reassurance, truly, he was stunned himself as the blonde soaked both his hand and the blankets beneath them. There was no way to anticipate Lukas would spray unlike the more modest orgasms he had seen— Regardless, the brunette could come untouched from looping it in his head, that and the way Lukas’ pussy clenched around his fingers as if to milk semen that wouldn't spill.
“J-Jesse, I'm so sorry! I never—”
The brunette's expression seemed severe, a thin layer of sweat dripping at the side of his face from the effort of angling his hand to get Lukas off. He expected the worst.
“I want it on my face next.”