[Hhh...being able to have these gay thoughts AND kiss him at the same is dangerous. It's SO dangerous, especially when Allen is such a chatty boy to begin with...chatty with those sinful thoughts of his.
Link's breath catches, a hand reaching up so his fingers can card through Allen's hair. He strokes through silvery locks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at him to watch as he kisses further down and ooooh oh no that was a mistake, he looks back at the ceiling again as his heart tries to leap fully from his chest in that moment.]
[ You know, Allen never thought he'd ever hear that kind of sound from Link. But goddamn is he happen he gets to. Holy fuck. It may or may not send a jolt straight to his dick, though. Which. Uh, he supposes was inevitable, with the line he was continuing to cross, but... damn.
He lets his silver eyes scan Link's face a moment, ghosting the nails of his Innocence over Link's shoulder as he contemplates things. Link certainly seems to be enjoying this. And he did tell Link to tell him to stop when he wasn't comfortable. Surely this is okay, right?
...
He continues, then, and trails kisses down from his collar to that cross-shaped scar in his chest. ]
[Allen isn't the only one feeling Some Kind of Way. But before he can really process those feelings...
He feels Allen move, carefully ducking his head down, kissing his way down his chest to the cross scar there. He feels a jolt rush through his body, as if Allen just electrocuted him, and very briefly (mortifyingly), his back completely arches off the bed, nails digging into Allen's scalp.
He gasps, and with a sudden rush of energy that can be felt between them, a wisp suddenly fades from Link's chest and swirls around both their heads, eventually coalescing into Atuuda's blobby form.
Link just kindof. Is staring, because he didn't know that could happen. It probably...can't normally, but combine Allen touching him there with Link's very strong emotional reaction, and...yeah.
Link purses his lips, stiff as a board as he looks at Atuuda, then weakly manages-]
Atuuda...can you go find Tim?
[Atuuda continues to stare like :)? for a long moment before he makes a gurgling whale sound, then floats through the door and leaves.
After a long, awkward pause, Link closes his eyes and groans.]
We'll just leave our golems out of the room next time. Not that I think they would mind, but... [ At least, for Tim, Allen would be devastated if he recorded anything intimate.
He leans his head down though, again kissing over the scar with his silver eyes back open to look at Link directly as he gently flicks his tongue against it now instead. ]
[Oh, fuck. Except Link is too proper so he thinks “Oh Lord”, but then he feels bad about that so he just mentally screams instead. Yeah that works.
Eyelashes fluttering, he drops his head against the pillow and unintentionally tugs at Allen’s hair a bit again, unsure why that part of him is as sensitive as it is. Is it because it’s a scar? Usually these places lack sensation, but not here…he can’t help it.
He huffs, then brings his other hand back down to hold onto Allen’s hip. You know, just to have something to Grip onto-]
[ The unintentional hair pulling is, at least, not berated. Rather, Allen is amused. Some mix of being enthused that Link is so excited he cannot help himself, and also a much vaguer thought of amusement that both of his boyfriends are some kind of rough with him. It's funny. They're cute.
While Allen's mouth gives the scar affection, he starts to move one of his hands over the rest of Link's chest, slightly tracing the contour of his skin, before settling against his nipple, where he thumbs against it lightly. ]
[Never in his entire life has he even fathomed the notion that he could be sensitive there. Women are, obviously, but men? They’re just not wired like that.
So why in God’s name does he make this awful, strangled noise in the back of his throat when Allen touches him there, stopped only when he snaps his mouth shut and bites down on his tongue???
Because that sure does happen, his head tilted back so he’s looking at the ceiling and avoiding Allen’s gaze again because oh god oh god what the fuck]
[ Unfortunately, looking away from Allen won’t protect him from the barrage of thoughts. The “I love Link”s to the “My cute bird”s to “I’m glad someone like me can get such pretty reactions out of Li”s all fill Allen’s head, with similar thoughts on their tail.
With that reaction, though, and without using his Innocence for any more than keeping himself propped up, he starts to trail kisses over to Link’s other bud. He drags his tongue across it the moment he reaches, before popping his lips over it to give a few testing sucks. ]
That seems to be just about enough for Allen to really open the floodgates. Meaning...Link suddenly loses all composure, if only for just a brief moment, at the drag of his tongue. The sucking.
He moans, his back arching off the bed again before he manages to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle it.]
[ For a moment, Link will hear all of Allen's thoughts stop instantly, drowning out in ambient sound. He pulls his lips off of him to look up at Link, shocked. Then, all at once, the ocean of noise comes back, full force.
Wait, don't put your hand there, I want to hear more. That sound was so pretty. That is what angels should sound like. Link, Li, my bird, my bird, my bird, my bird... Church bells have nothing on this. Please let me hear it again. I love you.
And he's reaching his Innocence up to attempt to coax Link's hand away from his mouth. Not pulling really, just gently curling around his wrist. ]
[Link has a moment to (sortof) recover, but in the end...not really. He managed to stifle the one moan, but that means nothing for the rest that are inevitably going to spill from his lips unbidden. It's embarrassing, mortifying even to hear that he's even capable of such noise...and he'd probably be even more embarrassed if he could properly pull Allen's thoughts apart, in that moment.
But one rings clearer than the rest, the most important of all.
He'll let his hand fall away at Allen's gentle urging, blonde eyelashes fluttering as he glances down at him still laying across his chest, his expression sheepish.]
Do not stifle your thrill. It's just us. [ He threads his fingers with Link now that he's pulled his hand away from his mouth. ] I want to hear it. Besides, I cannot be quiet with mine, right? It's only fair.
[ He smiles up at him, so serenely, so excitedly. Adoring in all the purest of ways, even despite the arousal he feels. ]
[He has to agree with him, there. After all, he gets to hear Allen's every thought, and even then he was still willing to be this vulnerable with him? It...it shows a very deep level of trust he has in Link, which he appreciates more than he can express.
He leans up, kissing the tip of Allen's nose.]
Just...forgive me if I do or say anything unexpected.
[Because at this point he doesn't know how his body is going to fucking react to anything-]
Forgive you? Li, I encourage. That was such a bloody lovely sound.
[ He'll steal a peck against his lips before gently pushing him back down. ]
So long as you don't go reciting scriptures at me, I'll be more than happy to hear what you have to say and do. [ And, like, even then, the only ones he'd really turn his nose up are the "don't lay with man" things. He doesn't know exactly how it reads, but he knows they're in there somewhere. ]
Would you be alright if... I finished getting us undressed?
[God no, he can't even THINK about the Bible right now. He can only hope the Lord isn't watching currently, he doesn't want to consider the possibility.
Instead, he'll try to think less about the fact that the nerves might kill him before they finish any time soon, nodding a little as he relaxes into Allen pushing him prone once more.]
[ Great! Well! Allen is going to undress himself first, because he's pretty sure if he doesn't, Link will pop like a balloon. So, he does briefly slide off the bed, for just a moment, as he undoes the buckle for his belt, and works on unbuttoning the, uhhh, interesting patchworked pants he wore for the date. The evil is being defeated. Good-bye, hell pants.
His underwear, tent pitched, don't go instantly with them, but only because Allen is faltering just a little here. He's nervous, and if his posture doesn't make that much clear, his thoughts do. He's thinking very understandable things one would think before baring themselves before their beloved. Like what if he's not attractive fully nude to Link? What if his size isn't good enough? What if he freaks out from how hard he's gotten just from all this? What if he's ashamed I'm uncut? What if, what if, what if...
He... pauses, and instead reaches for Link to start working on his pants. He'll get these, just these off. Maybe that'll encourage him enough to continue. ]
[Oh Allen, love of his life, as if YOU are the one who has anything to worry about here...
Link sits himself up on his elbows again just a little, mostly so he can get a better angle to watch Allen take off his pants. Goodbye, hell pants...and hello nearly-nude Allen, my God. He feels a nice sweat breaking out on his forehead and the back of his neck, and he's certain he must be glowing like a stuck pig right about now. Awful, how is Allen putting up with this trainwreck. At least his braid has been taken down, because it would have been disheveled to hell and back by now.
He tries (and fails) not to stare at Allen's nether regions, thinking all manner of sinful thoughts that he's abso-fucking-lutely going to have to go to confessional about later, at which point Wolfwood is going to laugh him right out of the box but anyway...not that he has much time to focus on that, because before he can do much else, Allen is taking his turn to help undress him.
And...
...
Link will help of course, lifting his hips and legs in turn to get the slacks removed until the two of them are down to their skivvies, with Link's underwear equally tented. It would put them on even ground, if it weren't for the fact that Link is...to put it simply, Fucking Hung and Fucking Hard. His length is nearly poking out of the lower edge of his briefs right now. He is Howard with a CAPITAL H.
[ Him and Kanda both being Hung Bastards is going to be the end of Allen. After all, Allen is... well, he is not small! But he is very... average. At least, in terms of length. Girth is a whole other story, which Link will discover later when Allen stuffs him like an eclair-
Still, uh, Allen makes absolutely 0 efforts to look away from Link's underwear, and the cock that's barely being contained. His face is... engulfed in red. Like, holy shit... ]
[Given the fact Allen's brain has suddenly gone blank, Link actually doesn't know what to glean from that "uh". He wants to cover his face with both hands and melt into the floor.
[ After a long bout of silent thoughts, Link is finally going to get a very irritated, Why the bloody hell am I the smallest out of us? ]
No, no, not at all. You're incredible in... ah, even this regard, Li. I was just surprised, that's all. Here, let me get this off of you, it looks uncomfortable~!
[ Yeah, fuck that earlier wanting to undress himself first. These are coming off Link right the fuck now. He does so carefully, at least, instead of just yanking them off. ]
[Oh no. He's so sorry, Allen. He's trying very hard to NOT think about what Kanda's dick must be like, because...if he's having that thought, then he's probably seen it, and okay we're veering away from that now thank you.
It looks like he's going to be totally nude first, which is fine enough. He's still plenty embarrassed, but he knows that's just going to be par the course at this point...he manages to steel his nerves and allows Allen to pull his briefs off for him, leaving him completely exposed to the elements. He quite literally springs free the second he's been released, and yeah. This man is a sight for sore eyes.
Incredibly toned (this wasn't a surprise, Allen already knew that much) with muscles etched into every square inch of skin, with the only blatant scar being the one on his chest. He has a few lighter scars along his arms here and there, but his hands seem spared thanks to his penchant for wearing gloves. Unbraided as it is, his hair cascades over his shoulders in a long golden mane, and despite the equally blonde happy trail he sports, he's quite hairless most everywhere else. All the way down to his very erect length, which is cut in contrast to Allen because, you know, Catholics and all that. He's hard as fucking diamonds, still just barely managing to resist the urge to hide himself with his hands as he glances a bit off to one side, unable to look at himself when he's flushed red and dripping.
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Link's breath catches, a hand reaching up so his fingers can card through Allen's hair. He strokes through silvery locks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at him to watch as he kisses further down and ooooh oh no that was a mistake, he looks back at the ceiling again as his heart tries to leap fully from his chest in that moment.]
Nnh...
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He lets his silver eyes scan Link's face a moment, ghosting the nails of his Innocence over Link's shoulder as he contemplates things. Link certainly seems to be enjoying this. And he did tell Link to tell him to stop when he wasn't comfortable. Surely this is okay, right?
...
He continues, then, and trails kisses down from his collar to that cross-shaped scar in his chest. ]
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He feels Allen move, carefully ducking his head down, kissing his way down his chest to the cross scar there. He feels a jolt rush through his body, as if Allen just electrocuted him, and very briefly (mortifyingly), his back completely arches off the bed, nails digging into Allen's scalp.
He gasps, and with a sudden rush of energy that can be felt between them, a wisp suddenly fades from Link's chest and swirls around both their heads, eventually coalescing into Atuuda's blobby form.
He tilts his head at them like ?]
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..........................................Ah
[ Oh.
H.
Hi Atuuda. ]
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Link just kindof. Is staring, because he didn't know that could happen. It probably...can't normally, but combine Allen touching him there with Link's very strong emotional reaction, and...yeah.
Link purses his lips, stiff as a board as he looks at Atuuda, then weakly manages-]
Atuuda...can you go find Tim?
[Atuuda continues to stare like :)? for a long moment before he makes a gurgling whale sound, then floats through the door and leaves.
After a long, awkward pause, Link closes his eyes and groans.]
I'm...sorry.
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Oh Goodness, don't be sorry, that was funny! If anything, I should be sorry! Was it because I was touching here? I'll keep that in mind for next time.
[ Still, Allen presses one last kiss there. ]
My bird, look at me? There's no reason to be embarrassed~
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Ah...y-yes. That's how I summon him...I didn't know others could do it, though.
[Again, probably a unique situation in this case, so it's fine. Atuuda has left so it won't happen again either way.]
It felt...very nice, so.
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He leans his head down though, again kissing over the scar with his silver eyes back open to look at Link directly as he gently flicks his tongue against it now instead. ]
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Eyelashes fluttering, he drops his head against the pillow and unintentionally tugs at Allen’s hair a bit again, unsure why that part of him is as sensitive as it is. Is it because it’s a scar? Usually these places lack sensation, but not here…he can’t help it.
He huffs, then brings his other hand back down to hold onto Allen’s hip. You know, just to have something to Grip onto-]
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While Allen's mouth gives the scar affection, he starts to move one of his hands over the rest of Link's chest, slightly tracing the contour of his skin, before settling against his nipple, where he thumbs against it lightly. ]
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So why in God’s name does he make this awful, strangled noise in the back of his throat when Allen touches him there, stopped only when he snaps his mouth shut and bites down on his tongue???
Because that sure does happen, his head tilted back so he’s looking at the ceiling and avoiding Allen’s gaze again because oh god oh god what the fuck]
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With that reaction, though, and without using his Innocence for any more than keeping himself propped up, he starts to trail kisses over to Link’s other bud. He drags his tongue across it the moment he reaches, before popping his lips over it to give a few testing sucks. ]
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That seems to be just about enough for Allen to really open the floodgates. Meaning...Link suddenly loses all composure, if only for just a brief moment, at the drag of his tongue. The sucking.
He moans, his back arching off the bed again before he manages to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle it.]
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Wait, don't put your hand there, I want to hear more.
That sound was so pretty. That is what angels should sound like.
Link, Li, my bird, my bird, my bird, my bird...
Church bells have nothing on this. Please let me hear it again.
I love you.
And he's reaching his Innocence up to attempt to coax Link's hand away from his mouth. Not pulling really, just gently curling around his wrist. ]
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But one rings clearer than the rest, the most important of all.
He'll let his hand fall away at Allen's gentle urging, blonde eyelashes fluttering as he glances down at him still laying across his chest, his expression sheepish.]
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[ He smiles up at him, so serenely, so excitedly. Adoring in all the purest of ways, even despite the arousal he feels. ]
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[He has to agree with him, there. After all, he gets to hear Allen's every thought, and even then he was still willing to be this vulnerable with him? It...it shows a very deep level of trust he has in Link, which he appreciates more than he can express.
He leans up, kissing the tip of Allen's nose.]
Just...forgive me if I do or say anything unexpected.
[Because at this point he doesn't know how his body is going to fucking react to anything-]
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[ He'll steal a peck against his lips before gently pushing him back down. ]
So long as you don't go reciting scriptures at me, I'll be more than happy to hear what you have to say and do. [ And, like, even then, the only ones he'd really turn his nose up are the "don't lay with man" things. He doesn't know exactly how it reads, but he knows they're in there somewhere. ]
Would you be alright if... I finished getting us undressed?
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[God no, he can't even THINK about the Bible right now. He can only hope the Lord isn't watching currently, he doesn't want to consider the possibility.
Instead, he'll try to think less about the fact that the nerves might kill him before they finish any time soon, nodding a little as he relaxes into Allen pushing him prone once more.]
Y-yes....of course. Go ahead.
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His underwear, tent pitched, don't go instantly with them, but only because Allen is faltering just a little here. He's nervous, and if his posture doesn't make that much clear, his thoughts do. He's thinking very understandable things one would think before baring themselves before their beloved. Like what if he's not attractive fully nude to Link? What if his size isn't good enough? What if he freaks out from how hard he's gotten just from all this? What if he's ashamed I'm uncut? What if, what if, what if...
He... pauses, and instead reaches for Link to start working on his pants. He'll get these, just these off. Maybe that'll encourage him enough to continue. ]
im sorry
Link sits himself up on his elbows again just a little, mostly so he can get a better angle to watch Allen take off his pants. Goodbye, hell pants...and hello nearly-nude Allen, my God. He feels a nice sweat breaking out on his forehead and the back of his neck, and he's certain he must be glowing like a stuck pig right about now. Awful, how is Allen putting up with this trainwreck. At least his braid has been taken down, because it would have been disheveled to hell and back by now.
He tries (and fails) not to stare at Allen's nether regions, thinking all manner of sinful thoughts that he's abso-fucking-lutely going to have to go to confessional about later, at which point Wolfwood is going to laugh him right out of the box but anyway...not that he has much time to focus on that, because before he can do much else, Allen is taking his turn to help undress him.
And...
...
Link will help of course, lifting his hips and legs in turn to get the slacks removed until the two of them are down to their skivvies, with Link's underwear equally tented. It would put them on even ground, if it weren't for the fact that Link is...to put it simply, Fucking Hung and Fucking Hard. His length is nearly poking out of the lower edge of his briefs right now. He is Howard with a CAPITAL H.
So. Oops-]
no never be
Still, uh, Allen makes absolutely 0 efforts to look away from Link's underwear, and the cock that's barely being contained. His face is... engulfed in red. Like, holy shit... ]
...Uh... [ Just "uh". ]
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aaaaaaa]
I-...I'm sorry, is it bad?
[He asks about his GIGANTIC COCK]
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No, no, not at all. You're incredible in... ah, even this regard, Li. I was just surprised, that's all. Here, let me get this off of you, it looks uncomfortable~!
[ Yeah, fuck that earlier wanting to undress himself first. These are coming off Link right the fuck now. He does so carefully, at least, instead of just yanking them off. ]
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It looks like he's going to be totally nude first, which is fine enough. He's still plenty embarrassed, but he knows that's just going to be par the course at this point...he manages to steel his nerves and allows Allen to pull his briefs off for him, leaving him completely exposed to the elements. He quite literally springs free the second he's been released, and yeah. This man is a sight for sore eyes.
Incredibly toned (this wasn't a surprise, Allen already knew that much) with muscles etched into every square inch of skin, with the only blatant scar being the one on his chest. He has a few lighter scars along his arms here and there, but his hands seem spared thanks to his penchant for wearing gloves. Unbraided as it is, his hair cascades over his shoulders in a long golden mane, and despite the equally blonde happy trail he sports, he's quite hairless most everywhere else. All the way down to his very erect length, which is cut in contrast to Allen because, you know, Catholics and all that. He's hard as fucking diamonds, still just barely managing to resist the urge to hide himself with his hands as he glances a bit off to one side, unable to look at himself when he's flushed red and dripping.
Good Lord, forgive him.]
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