[ he's too scared to try and move his fingers inside matt, obsessing instead on the external-- and easily located-- jeweled piercing, feverishly wondering what it feels like, if it would feel good on his own body. the way matt writhes and arches from the stimulation, the answer is probably 'yes.' he can see the way matt's sex responds to pleasure, shining wetly and so flushed, swollen, the outer lips almost pulling apart on their own. it's beautiful and terrifying, and it doesn't help that he's never seen one before in person.
dicks are easy. dicks are simple. part of him wants to lift matt's trembling thighs and drape them around his waist, push his hips into that warm space and maybe drag the head of his cock over those quivering wet folds, but that's impossible for him now, he doesn't have that anymore.
the faintly hysterical thought occurs that he'll have to wear a strapon if he ever wants to do that again.
fortunately his own frenzied groping is distracting, he's afraid to do anything except touch the outside, but everything is so slick and hot and alien that he slips a finger in without meaning to and then jerks away at the alien wrongness of it, scared and gasping.
matt's hands anchor him. he tries to slow his breathing down, tries to follow instructions and be good, an impulse he's never had before. under matt's direction he penetrates himself, squirming and uncomfortable but slowly learning to tolerate it with little distracting strokes over his clit. he can't bear to look down at himself, his robe basically falling off his shoulders and pooling at his hips, but everything down there is hot and slick and aching. the stretch of having something inside him starts to feel normal, feel good, and he clenches down experimentally, hips twitching. he'd thought he wouldn't want that, he'd thought he just wanted his clit rubbed like a very small, very sensitive cock, but something in him demands the addition of penetration. ]
It does, [ he stutters, his addled brain responding to matt's rhetorical question. ]
It-- it feels good, it feels really good, nn-- oh god, oh god, mmm...
[ he pushes his hips forward on command, learning how to move them, horrified and aroused by the soft wet noises his own fingers are making, and his first orgasm sneaks up on him by surprise. he shouts, startled, yanking his hand away, hips bucking as it pulses through him like a flame, leaving him limp and gasping in the aftermath, his sex fluttering and winking, nowhere near satisfied. ]
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dicks are easy. dicks are simple. part of him wants to lift matt's trembling thighs and drape them around his waist, push his hips into that warm space and maybe drag the head of his cock over those quivering wet folds, but that's impossible for him now, he doesn't have that anymore.
the faintly hysterical thought occurs that he'll have to wear a strapon if he ever wants to do that again.
fortunately his own frenzied groping is distracting, he's afraid to do anything except touch the outside, but everything is so slick and hot and alien that he slips a finger in without meaning to and then jerks away at the alien wrongness of it, scared and gasping.
matt's hands anchor him. he tries to slow his breathing down, tries to follow instructions and be good, an impulse he's never had before. under matt's direction he penetrates himself, squirming and uncomfortable but slowly learning to tolerate it with little distracting strokes over his clit. he can't bear to look down at himself, his robe basically falling off his shoulders and pooling at his hips, but everything down there is hot and slick and aching. the stretch of having something inside him starts to feel normal, feel good, and he clenches down experimentally, hips twitching. he'd thought he wouldn't want that, he'd thought he just wanted his clit rubbed like a very small, very sensitive cock, but something in him demands the addition of penetration. ]
It does, [ he stutters, his addled brain responding to matt's rhetorical question. ]
It-- it feels good, it feels really good, nn-- oh god, oh god, mmm...
[ he pushes his hips forward on command, learning how to move them, horrified and aroused by the soft wet noises his own fingers are making, and his first orgasm sneaks up on him by surprise. he shouts, startled, yanking his hand away, hips bucking as it pulses through him like a flame, leaving him limp and gasping in the aftermath, his sex fluttering and winking, nowhere near satisfied. ]