[Even if that was the end goal he was hoping for from the moment Youko faltered in her choice over F, M or K, he can't keep his eyes from shooting open in surprise. More so at the amount of time that's passed than at her desire.]
Are you sure you're ready?
[Hell if he knows what amount of tightness his finger should be feeling if she is. She was so sensitive at the start, just from the full length of his middle finger that he'd hate to hurt her. Not that he has anything worth bragging over, but it's certainly larger than a single finger.
Working his mouth a bit in thought, he gets an idea. His hands leave her as he crawls over to the opposite end of the bed and starts to rummage through a box that's not even trying to be discreetly tucked away.]
This should help, right?
[Behold! A bottle of his favorite lube!
Bandou eagerly scoots back over to her, handing her the bottle to hold while he finally nods himself of his boxer briefs. Don't ask why it's flavored when he's only ever used it in seclusion.]
['Ready' might be pushing the truth. It isn't that she's in a rush to do something foolish and get herself hurt — even if she is far and away more resilient than she looks — it just feels greedy of her, uneven. And, as her eyes dart down to confirm the neglected tent in his boxers, looks pretty uneven. She gives him a guilty look from under her mussed bangs, the tops of her cheekbones darkening with a vengeance.]
It's just a bit... at least when I was touching your mark, you were feeling good too...?
[Youko jolts a little, toes pressing into the mattress in surprise, as Bandou withdraws and crawls away to dig through his completely conspicuous box of miscellany. She sits up on her elbows just enough to watch and try to puzzle out what he's doing before he returns with the offered bottle.
A bottle she takes and studies for an embarrassing number of seconds before it clicks in her head just what he's handed her. (Maybe if she had a point of comparison, she'd be asking Bandou why it was flavored, but this time he has lucked out.) Any longer reply she might have given gets drowned out by her attention zeroing in on him stripping out of the last of his clothing. He'll have to settle for the hushed, clipped affirmative of —]
[He pauses just as he's about to banish his underwear to the farthest corner of the room. Tilting his head to the side, he blinks a few times at her explanation, as quiet as it came out.]
All of it feels good. Even just touching you is awesome.
[A warm smile spreads across his face as he finally tosses the garment away and eagerly climbs back across the bed. He hovers above her, dark eyes alight with a sparkle of excitement.]
But it'll be even more awesome if you're sure you're ready.
[The bottle is swiped from her hand while he leans down to take her in a deep kiss.]
[There is the slightest wrinkle in the look she gives him in return, with her head tilting in mirror fashion, betraying the bit of doubt that hasn't been dispelled. Anxiety, her oldest friend, at the ready. Not that it is getting the breathing room to make inroads and ruin this. Not with Bandou crowding it away with his presence and a smile that has her stomach doing a pleasant little wobble.]
Ready to try.
[And that's the last, notably articulate word she has on the subject before letting her eyes close, surrendering her focus to the warmth of Bandou's lips and sweet feeling of kissing him again, letting her newly freed up hands find his arms and use them as guidelines up to his shoulders, the curve of his neck.]
[If taking that next big step wasn't about to happen, Bandou'd be content to lay here, kissing her while her hands caress him so tenderly. He hums pleasantly against her lips before forcing himself to pull away.
Sitting back on his haunches, Bandou finally does away with her panties, sliding them down her legs before letting them fall to the floor. The bottle is swiped back up and he shakes the gel lubricant to the tip of the bottle before uncapping it.]
How about we start with this. Gimmie you hand.
[He holds his own out expectantly, and once she complies, he dispenses a good amount of the sweet smelling lubricant onto her palm.]
[Youko can't quite stop the noise of complaint she lets out when he pulls back, or the pout to her lips as she lets him go.
It's a credit to present company and how he has her feeling that she doesn't try to close her knees or make some embarrassed objection on instinct at Bandou slipping her panties off. No shrinking back, no shying away, just her watching intently as his hands guide them down her thighs and off, discarded to join every other scrap of clothing they've shed, and her skin prickling enjoyably hot.
The prompting for her hand breaks her out of her reverie and gets her nodding slowly, shifting around and sitting up, settling a little closer to him on folded knees.]
Right... okay.
[Participation is what she wanted. There is just a beat of hesitation as she second guesses offering up her left, her right, or both hands before she extends her right palm to him. The generous dollop deposited sits there untouched for a few seconds before Youko rubs her fingertips through it, testing the slippery texture, adjusting to the feeling. Odd, new, but not off-putting. Though spreading it around makes the smell much more pronounced and has her shooting him a curious look when it hits her nose.]
It's scented?
[Actually looking at Bandou's body, not just glancing hastily there and away, is doing nothing for her blushes, but it has confirmed he is definitely bigger than his fingers. It takes her inhaling a breath before she reaches out her dry hand to press gently against the top of the mark — for stability, for a taste of familiar intimacy, because she likes how Bandou reacts to it — before wrapping the slick fingers of her other hand carefully around the head of his cock, coating him in some of the lube with an experimental (and possibly too light) stroke.]
You'll tell me if it feels, uhm... if it doesn't feel right?
[He'd elaborate on the reason for that but she's already distracted him. Gosh, that new sensation she discovered for him is wonderfully surprising each time. The way the gentle press of her palm against his stomach makes his muscles flutter. Part of him wishes he could experience that feeling by touching the branding himself. But having it be something he can only experience when they're alone and intimate heightens the feeling even further.
And then she goes and touches his cock and he's pretty sure this is the best moment of his life. Now this is something he's always wanted to experience with another. He's been at it by himself far too long!]
Try it like this.
[Bandou wraps his hand over hers, urging her to squeeze just a bit tighter, then guides her hand in stroking him. A few pumps and he's leaving her to continue on her own, his eyes drifting shut and a pleased grin sliding along his face.]
[As much as that raises an eyebrow and leaves her sounding bemused, it's safe to say her focus is too split to follow up and investigate why it would be flavored. Especially when she feels the way his muscles react under the soft press of her palm, a sign she'll take as encouragement, fingers spreading out to cover more of the brand, fingertips grazing as much as they can reach.
There is a better question in her head, anyway, and an tiny impulse — namely how would it feel if she pressed her lips to the mark — but there isn't the time for that to coalesce enough to be acted on before she feels his hand wrap around her own. Correcting the pressure, setting a pace for her, tutoring her in how to stroke him. Wordless cues she quickly tries to make note of, adjusting her fist around him.]
M- more like this?
[Youko lets out a nervous little huff as Bandou leaves her to it, feeling like the instruction he just gave her is going to go right out of her head if she stops focusing on the hand sliding up and down his shaft. Nevermind the sound of her own heartbeat threatening to do just that, disrupting the rhythm she is trying to follow nearly as much as the urge to keep glancing up at his face.]
[His reply is soft, breathy, but you can still make out the excitement behind it all.]
...that feels awesome...
[He could sit here and enjoy this for eternity, if his body wouldn't betray him in a matter of minutes. And that realization is what gets him to slowly open his eyes and take in the sight of his partner seated before him. So locked in, so intent on making sure she does this right. Now he gets what she'd said before about not wanting him to feel ignored. They need to feel this good together.
Leaning in, he cups the side of her face with one hand and tilts her chin up so her lips can meet his own. His free hand mimicks the way hers touch him, trailing along the gentle curve of her stomach, then slipping down between her thighs.]
[Has anyone ever looked so intent while giving a handjob? Or so much like a cherry tomato?
That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]
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Are you sure you're ready?
[Hell if he knows what amount of tightness his finger should be feeling if she is. She was so sensitive at the start, just from the full length of his middle finger that he'd hate to hurt her. Not that he has anything worth bragging over, but it's certainly larger than a single finger.
Working his mouth a bit in thought, he gets an idea. His hands leave her as he crawls over to the opposite end of the bed and starts to rummage through a box that's not even trying to be discreetly tucked away.]
This should help, right?
[Behold! A bottle of his favorite lube!
Bandou eagerly scoots back over to her, handing her the bottle to hold while he finally nods himself of his boxer briefs. Don't ask why it's flavored when he's only ever used it in seclusion.]
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It's just a bit... at least when I was touching your mark, you were feeling good too...?
[Youko jolts a little, toes pressing into the mattress in surprise, as Bandou withdraws and crawls away to dig through his completely conspicuous box of miscellany. She sits up on her elbows just enough to watch and try to puzzle out what he's doing before he returns with the offered bottle.
A bottle she takes and studies for an embarrassing number of seconds before it clicks in her head just what he's handed her. (Maybe if she had a point of comparison, she'd be asking Bandou why it was flavored, but this time he has lucked out.) Any longer reply she might have given gets drowned out by her attention zeroing in on him stripping out of the last of his clothing. He'll have to settle for the hushed, clipped affirmative of —]
Uh huh.
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All of it feels good. Even just touching you is awesome.
[A warm smile spreads across his face as he finally tosses the garment away and eagerly climbs back across the bed. He hovers above her, dark eyes alight with a sparkle of excitement.]
But it'll be even more awesome if you're sure you're ready.
[The bottle is swiped from her hand while he leans down to take her in a deep kiss.]
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[There is the slightest wrinkle in the look she gives him in return, with her head tilting in mirror fashion, betraying the bit of doubt that hasn't been dispelled. Anxiety, her oldest friend, at the ready. Not that it is getting the breathing room to make inroads and ruin this. Not with Bandou crowding it away with his presence and a smile that has her stomach doing a pleasant little wobble.]
Ready to try.
[And that's the last, notably articulate word she has on the subject before letting her eyes close, surrendering her focus to the warmth of Bandou's lips and sweet feeling of kissing him again, letting her newly freed up hands find his arms and use them as guidelines up to his shoulders, the curve of his neck.]
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Sitting back on his haunches, Bandou finally does away with her panties, sliding them down her legs before letting them fall to the floor. The bottle is swiped back up and he shakes the gel lubricant to the tip of the bottle before uncapping it.]
How about we start with this. Gimmie you hand.
[He holds his own out expectantly, and once she complies, he dispenses a good amount of the sweet smelling lubricant onto her palm.]
Get me ready, too.
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It's a credit to present company and how he has her feeling that she doesn't try to close her knees or make some embarrassed objection on instinct at Bandou slipping her panties off. No shrinking back, no shying away, just her watching intently as his hands guide them down her thighs and off, discarded to join every other scrap of clothing they've shed, and her skin prickling enjoyably hot.
The prompting for her hand breaks her out of her reverie and gets her nodding slowly, shifting around and sitting up, settling a little closer to him on folded knees.]
Right... okay.
[Participation is what she wanted. There is just a beat of hesitation as she second guesses offering up her left, her right, or both hands before she extends her right palm to him. The generous dollop deposited sits there untouched for a few seconds before Youko rubs her fingertips through it, testing the slippery texture, adjusting to the feeling. Odd, new, but not off-putting. Though spreading it around makes the smell much more pronounced and has her shooting him a curious look when it hits her nose.]
It's scented?
[Actually looking at Bandou's body, not just glancing hastily there and away, is doing nothing for her blushes, but it has confirmed he is definitely bigger than his fingers. It takes her inhaling a breath before she reaches out her dry hand to press gently against the top of the mark — for stability, for a taste of familiar intimacy, because she likes how Bandou reacts to it — before wrapping the slick fingers of her other hand carefully around the head of his cock, coating him in some of the lube with an experimental (and possibly too light) stroke.]
You'll tell me if it feels, uhm... if it doesn't feel right?
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[He'd elaborate on the reason for that but she's already distracted him. Gosh, that new sensation she discovered for him is wonderfully surprising each time. The way the gentle press of her palm against his stomach makes his muscles flutter. Part of him wishes he could experience that feeling by touching the branding himself. But having it be something he can only experience when they're alone and intimate heightens the feeling even further.
And then she goes and touches his cock and he's pretty sure this is the best moment of his life. Now this is something he's always wanted to experience with another. He's been at it by himself far too long!]
Try it like this.
[Bandou wraps his hand over hers, urging her to squeeze just a bit tighter, then guides her hand in stroking him. A few pumps and he's leaving her to continue on her own, his eyes drifting shut and a pleased grin sliding along his face.]
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[As much as that raises an eyebrow and leaves her sounding bemused, it's safe to say her focus is too split to follow up and investigate why it would be flavored. Especially when she feels the way his muscles react under the soft press of her palm, a sign she'll take as encouragement, fingers spreading out to cover more of the brand, fingertips grazing as much as they can reach.
There is a better question in her head, anyway, and an tiny impulse — namely how would it feel if she pressed her lips to the mark — but there isn't the time for that to coalesce enough to be acted on before she feels his hand wrap around her own. Correcting the pressure, setting a pace for her, tutoring her in how to stroke him. Wordless cues she quickly tries to make note of, adjusting her fist around him.]
M- more like this?
[Youko lets out a nervous little huff as Bandou leaves her to it, feeling like the instruction he just gave her is going to go right out of her head if she stops focusing on the hand sliding up and down his shaft. Nevermind the sound of her own heartbeat threatening to do just that, disrupting the rhythm she is trying to follow nearly as much as the urge to keep glancing up at his face.]
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[His reply is soft, breathy, but you can still make out the excitement behind it all.]
...that feels awesome...
[He could sit here and enjoy this for eternity, if his body wouldn't betray him in a matter of minutes. And that realization is what gets him to slowly open his eyes and take in the sight of his partner seated before him. So locked in, so intent on making sure she does this right. Now he gets what she'd said before about not wanting him to feel ignored. They need to feel this good together.
Leaning in, he cups the side of her face with one hand and tilts her chin up so her lips can meet his own. His free hand mimicks the way hers touch him, trailing along the gentle curve of her stomach, then slipping down between her thighs.]
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That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]