Allen flusters even more, somehow. His face canNOT get any hotter, surely. Else it might start melting. He is laid bare and Link calls his beautiful? Are his eyes working? Like, really! He’s covered in scars and blemishes. If he has hair at all it’s hard to tell due to his hair naturally (or… magically?) being silver. He’s fit, but relies so much on his Innocence for physical activity that he doesn’t really have prominent muscles. He’s shorter than average for men, as much as he’s loathe to admit.
Yet the word Link chose is “beautiful”??????????? ]
That… that’s supposed to be my line to you…
[ He’s embarrassed and climbing over Link because he doesn’t want to be stared at. Sorry— ]
You can’t say something like that all dreamy-like, Li. How am I supposed to respond…?
[Link is honestly very thankful that Allen chooses to take this moment to crawl over him, because it kindof hides them both and he really needs that right now before they both explode from nerves. He ends up chuckling softly as Allen comes near, reaching up not to put his hands on his hips, but instead to loop his arms around Allen’s neck. It’s a bit uncharacteristic for Link, but he’s feeling a little vulnerable right now. In a good way.]
[ Allen laughs softly, nerves spilling from him as he does. ]
Unfair, using that against me…
[ His own words!! Curses and etc.
He leans down all the same so he can lock his lips against Link, one hand keeping him held up while another traces Link’s side all the way down to his hip. ]
[Link will kiss Allen back happily, and this time since he was so insistent that he not stifle himself…Allen may discover that Link is a lot more vocal in bed than one might assume. He sighs on a pleasured sound past his lips, a hand carding up through the back of his hair. It’s easier to let himself go with Allen even if the nerves are still rattling in his chest with each breath, his body reacting strongly to every errant kiss and touch.
But since he feels like he hasn’t been doing enough, he’ll let his other hand wander down Allen’s back, settling at his hip as he presses long, slender fingers into the skin there.]
[ He isn’t getting explicit permission to continue here or anything, but… he feels Link’s hand wandering and he cannot help himself. He takes it both to mean Link is enjoying himself, along with those sounds, and also as a challenge to go further. But Allen is the type of person to play the penis game and belt out the word as loud as he can from the get go. So.
He will also be moving his hand from Link’s hip to immediately coiling fingers around his dick, thanks— ]
[He is also crying out quite abruptly when his dick is grabbed, horrified briefly by the way his body betrays him and he bucks up into Allen’s hand, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he resists the urge to cover his mouth to stifle his moans.]
Mnnf- hh- Allen…
[He has never been touched by another man please send help]
[ Hasn't been touched by another man... or woman... or... has Link even masturbated? Have the weird Catholic freaks convinced him that self-exploration is a sin and he can't do that? Oh no. Hold on, Link is probably way more pent up than Allen realizes. There's a brief thought to pull his hand away, but... no. No, no.
He doesn't really move his hand just yet, sans his fingers attempting to adjust slightly to make sure his grip is there. ]
[Link, who never in his whole life thought he’d get this far, is suddenly realizing he’s leapt into the deep end with both feet and doesn’t know how to swim. His heart has lodged itself in his throat and is firmly stuck there as he forgets how to breathe for a moment, because he has…yes, never in his life touched himself in any way that wasn’t for hygienic purposes. He doesn’t…know pleasure, not really, and any time he’d get a boner he’d just ignore it or read scripture until it went away. It was miserable and painful, but preferable to losing a hand for it.
Now, he’s being touched by someone other than himself, and the sensation is both foreign and overwhelming. He gasps, taking a moment to catch his breath before shaking his head quickly, avoiding Allen’s gaze in embarrassment.]
N. No, I just. I’m sorry, I wasn’t…expecting it to feel like…like that…
[ Were Allen more of a masochist, he might grab Zonari’s book so he could hear Link’s thoughts right now. It would be worth it. But he also thinks Link would be mad at him. He doesn’t even know where Link keeps it, so it wouldn’t be worth looking. Instead, Allen just brushes his thumb over the length for a moment, desperately wondering what Link is thinking about. ]
Like this? You know, I only just touched you.
I promise I’ll take care of you, though. You’ll let me, won’t you?
[He's not going to laugh at you, he's not going to laugh at you, he's not-]
I. I don't know...really, how to say this, but I have never masturbated before. The scriptures, as well as anyone who has ever taught me, had drilled it into me from a young age that such was a sin and wasn't to be tolerated.
[...]
I don't...I'm sorry, I'm just not sure what to expect.
...That's alright. I thought maybe... it might be something like that.
[ He presses another kiss, in hopes to comfort him, right against his forehead this time. And here, he also moves his hand. Gently, maybe a bit teasingly slow, but enough that he's definitely attempting to stroke Link's dick. ]
[A shuddering breath escapes him then, and once more his hips threaten to shift up against Allen’s hand on pure reflex. It’s a testament to just how foreign this is to him. He’s never known this feeling, not once in his life…at least, not to this degree.
This is nothing near that serious, Li... but I am glad you get to experience this with me. But... you will have to tell me what feels good for you. I'm no expert on this stuff, either.
[ He's trying very hard not to think of his One Other Experience With This because he doesn't really want to attack Link with flashes of naked Kanda. But it's really the only experience he has, so he is questioning things here. Link's inexperienced, after all, so he has to ask thinks like... does he want to be on the submissive role? It's sort of what Allen expects, but maybe it's mean of him to assume something like that??? Not to mention, does he really want to do all of that? He was so nervous to before, and quite enjoyed just the foreplay of everything, so maybe Link would just want to do all that?
He thinks Link might die if there's dick inside him, honestly.
Hm. Well, whatever, for now, handjobs for Link. Allen parts from him with a little kiss on his cheek and sits upright so he's on Link's thighs, all just to watch as he repositions his hand and begins to jerk the blond off. ]
[While Allen may be avoiding thinking about Kanda being naked, he isn’t avoiding the other worried thoughts about what he should do, or what Link might like, rolling around in his head. Unfortunately, they’re all questions Link himself isn’t in the state of mind to answer just yet, mostly because thinking about things like submission is making his head spin.
Suffice it to say, he is not the dominant one right now. Not with the way they’re positioned, and certainly not with what’s happening, but that’s honestly for the best because he wouldn’t be doing a very good job otherwise.]
U-uhnn- mmm-
[Oh he wishes he could stifle himself. The noises he makes seem deafening in the otherwise quiet room, his thighs trembling as he’s stroked. He can’t fully comprehend what this feeling is other than good, his brain firing off synapses he didn’t know existed. At the same time, precum drips liberally across Allen’s fingers, lubricating them a little for his efforts.]
[ Ggghhhh Link so pretty. Link make pretty sounds. His bird, his pretty fucking bird. Were he a more spiteful person, he might think, “Eat shit, Lvellie, his bird now.” Alas, Allen is not thinking about that man at all right now. For the the best, really. Might immediately soften him—
He is mentally drinking Link in, however. His facial expressions are all being committed to memory, so, sorry to Link if he feels akin to looking in a mirror right now. Allen cannot help it. He needs this image etched into his mind. ]
[Link glances down from the ceiling, just for a moment, and catches Allen’s gaze. He stares back into his eyes as his chest heaves, and in spite of his embarrassment he exhales on a laugh.]
R-really? I’m not exactly…nnh…doing anything…
[Other than just laying there, feeling. And boy, is he FEELING.
Now, Link isn’t stupid. He may not have ever done this, but he’s read all the textbooks and is well aware of how the human body operates. He knows the functions without having experienced it himself. It’s one thing to know, and another to know.
He’s not going to last long.
Depending on how Allen decides to take this, it’s more a matter of when than if. Every breath he takes is labored like he’s run a marathon, his eyes unable to stay open long as his hand moves.]
...Hm? "Much"? [ He's not even going that fast, and Link calls it "much"... boy must be so pent up. Poor thing. Shackled in so many ways. ]
No, I don't think so, but I suppose I'm not surprised, either. You're probably extra sensitive... [ ... Which... could be fun to play with- no no. Don't overwhelm Link, Allen. Be nice!
But it would be soooooo funnnnnnnnn!!!! ):
Ugh. He has to be good. He has to take care of Link! Take care of him and not... kill him. ]
[He suddenly slips, then he freezes, then he tips his head back and moans.]
L-Lord, forgive me...
[It's fine. The Lord isn't watching! Probably!]
Don't...don't stop. I'm...I'm getting used to it. I just...
[He doesn't know. He's having trouble stringing words together right now, nothing makes sense and everything feels so Much right now that his body is having trouble handling it all. It's in a good way, mind.]
[ Unfortunately, Allen's Clown Brain(tm) kicks on immediately, and he sees an excellent opportunity to be blasphemous funny, and he takes it. So, without missing a beat, he says: ] I don't think God can hear, but~ would it make you feel better if we prayed?
[Link, for a blessing, can hear Allen's thoughts...so he does understand that he is joking, to some extent. Otherwise he'd be completely baffled. To be fair, he still is. But even so...
He manages to resurface for a moment and looks at Allen with massive fucking eyes, his fingers pulling at the sheets underneath him for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, but instead of actual words, all that comes out is...]
[ Whoof, tough crowd! He chuckles, stopping his hand so he can press his thumb against the head of Link's cock, using it both to rub against the sensitive skin, and also wipe away some of the precum that dribbles out of him. ]
Loosen up, love. I'm teasing you, but only because you're stressed. I don't want you to have to worry about things like that, not while I've got you this excited~
[Link relaxes a little at that, though it's hard to say if it's from what Allen says to him, or the way he's touching him, or both. Probably both.]
I'm not...I'm not worried, I promise. [Yeah and a pig flew by just now.] Sorry, it's just a bit difficult to focus...
[And for a second there he thought Allen was being serious so he was like ?????? and then his brain promptly shut down, as you do.
Instead of focusing on that, though, he lets his shoulders and head fall back again, reaching up with one hand to thread his fingers through Allen's hair again, exhaling on a sigh.]
You know, if you make it this easy to tease you, I’m tempted to keep doing it~
[ Today is the day Link dies, apparently. Alas, we knew him well.
Link is spared the torture for now, though. Allen has turned his attention to jerking him off, and he’s noting this is a lot different than doing it to himself. Firstly, he’s noting that he is thicker than both Link and Kanda. He doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not, having not taken yet. He’d always assumed longer was better but now there’s a second thing to consider. Hm.
But also… Link is SO sensitive. His dick twitches in his hand and he’s hardly moving it that much. Part of him wants to stay slow to let him adjust, but the other wants to overwhelm Link until he can’t think anymore.
The second option persists, and Allen not only picks up the pace of his strokes, but moves his other hand to start massaging Link’s balls liberally. ]
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Huh?
Allen flusters even more, somehow. His face canNOT get any hotter, surely. Else it might start melting. He is laid bare and Link calls his beautiful? Are his eyes working? Like, really! He’s covered in scars and blemishes. If he has hair at all it’s hard to tell due to his hair naturally (or… magically?) being silver. He’s fit, but relies so much on his Innocence for physical activity that he doesn’t really have prominent muscles. He’s shorter than average for men, as much as he’s loathe to admit.
Yet the word Link chose is “beautiful”??????????? ]
That… that’s supposed to be my line to you…
[ He’s embarrassed and climbing over Link because he doesn’t want to be stared at. Sorry— ]
You can’t say something like that all dreamy-like, Li. How am I supposed to respond…?
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You can start by kissing me.
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Unfair, using that against me…
[ His own words!! Curses and etc.
He leans down all the same so he can lock his lips against Link, one hand keeping him held up while another traces Link’s side all the way down to his hip. ]
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But since he feels like he hasn’t been doing enough, he’ll let his other hand wander down Allen’s back, settling at his hip as he presses long, slender fingers into the skin there.]
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He will also be moving his hand from Link’s hip to immediately coiling fingers around his dick, thanks— ]
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Ah-!
[He is also crying out quite abruptly when his dick is grabbed, horrified briefly by the way his body betrays him and he bucks up into Allen’s hand, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he resists the urge to cover his mouth to stifle his moans.]
Mnnf- hh- Allen…
[He has never been touched by another man please send help]
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He doesn't really move his hand just yet, sans his fingers attempting to adjust slightly to make sure his grip is there. ]
You a'ight, Li? Want me to let go??
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Now, he’s being touched by someone other than himself, and the sensation is both foreign and overwhelming. He gasps, taking a moment to catch his breath before shaking his head quickly, avoiding Allen’s gaze in embarrassment.]
N. No, I just. I’m sorry, I wasn’t…expecting it to feel like…like that…
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Like this? You know, I only just touched you.
I promise I’ll take care of you, though. You’ll let me, won’t you?
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You have my word.
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I. I don't know...really, how to say this, but I have never masturbated before. The scriptures, as well as anyone who has ever taught me, had drilled it into me from a young age that such was a sin and wasn't to be tolerated.
[...]
I don't...I'm sorry, I'm just not sure what to expect.
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[ He presses another kiss, in hopes to comfort him, right against his forehead this time. And here, he also moves his hand. Gently, maybe a bit teasingly slow, but enough that he's definitely attempting to stroke Link's dick. ]
Do you... trust me?
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So he means it when he says-]
With my life.
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This is nothing near that serious, Li... but I am glad you get to experience this with me. But... you will have to tell me what feels good for you. I'm no expert on this stuff, either.
[ He's trying very hard not to think of his One Other Experience With This because he doesn't really want to attack Link with flashes of naked Kanda. But it's really the only experience he has, so he is questioning things here. Link's inexperienced, after all, so he has to ask thinks like... does he want to be on the submissive role? It's sort of what Allen expects, but maybe it's mean of him to assume something like that??? Not to mention, does he really want to do all of that? He was so nervous to before, and quite enjoyed just the foreplay of everything, so maybe Link would just want to do all that?
He thinks Link might die if there's dick inside him, honestly.
Hm. Well, whatever, for now, handjobs for Link. Allen parts from him with a little kiss on his cheek and sits upright so he's on Link's thighs, all just to watch as he repositions his hand and begins to jerk the blond off. ]
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Suffice it to say, he is not the dominant one right now. Not with the way they’re positioned, and certainly not with what’s happening, but that’s honestly for the best because he wouldn’t be doing a very good job otherwise.]
U-uhnn- mmm-
[Oh he wishes he could stifle himself. The noises he makes seem deafening in the otherwise quiet room, his thighs trembling as he’s stroked. He can’t fully comprehend what this feeling is other than good, his brain firing off synapses he didn’t know existed. At the same time, precum drips liberally across Allen’s fingers, lubricating them a little for his efforts.]
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He is mentally drinking Link in, however. His facial expressions are all being committed to memory, so, sorry to Link if he feels akin to looking in a mirror right now. Allen cannot help it. He needs this image etched into his mind. ]
See? You’re doing so good.
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R-really? I’m not exactly…nnh…doing anything…
[Other than just laying there, feeling. And boy, is he FEELING.
Now, Link isn’t stupid. He may not have ever done this, but he’s read all the textbooks and is well aware of how the human body operates. He knows the functions without having experienced it himself. It’s one thing to know, and another to know.
He’s not going to last long.
Depending on how Allen decides to take this, it’s more a matter of when than if. Every breath he takes is labored like he’s run a marathon, his eyes unable to stay open long as his hand moves.]
Is it…supposed to be this…m-much…?
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No, I don't think so, but I suppose I'm not surprised, either. You're probably extra sensitive... [ ... Which... could be fun to play with- no no. Don't overwhelm Link, Allen. Be nice!
But it would be soooooo funnnnnnnnn!!!! ):
Ugh. He has to be good. He has to take care of Link! Take care of him and not... kill him. ]
Are you okay? Should I stop?
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[He suddenly slips, then he freezes, then he tips his head back and moans.]
L-Lord, forgive me...
[It's fine. The Lord isn't watching! Probably!]
Don't...don't stop. I'm...I'm getting used to it. I just...
[He doesn't know. He's having trouble stringing words together right now, nothing makes sense and everything feels so Much right now that his body is having trouble handling it all. It's in a good way, mind.]
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blasphemousfunny, and he takes it. So, without missing a beat, he says: ] I don't think God can hear, but~ would it make you feel better if we prayed?Do you want me to kneel, my bird?
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He manages to resurface for a moment and looks at Allen with massive fucking eyes, his fingers pulling at the sheets underneath him for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, but instead of actual words, all that comes out is...]
Bwuhuh?
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Loosen up, love. I'm teasing you, but only because you're stressed. I don't want you to have to worry about things like that, not while I've got you this excited~
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[Link relaxes a little at that, though it's hard to say if it's from what Allen says to him, or the way he's touching him, or both. Probably both.]
I'm not...I'm not worried, I promise. [Yeah and a pig flew by just now.] Sorry, it's just a bit difficult to focus...
[And for a second there he thought Allen was being serious so he was like ?????? and then his brain promptly shut down, as you do.
Instead of focusing on that, though, he lets his shoulders and head fall back again, reaching up with one hand to thread his fingers through Allen's hair again, exhaling on a sigh.]
You can keep going. I'm okay.
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[ Today is the day Link dies, apparently. Alas, we knew him well.
Link is spared the torture for now, though. Allen has turned his attention to jerking him off, and he’s noting this is a lot different than doing it to himself. Firstly, he’s noting that he is thicker than both Link and Kanda. He doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not, having not taken yet. He’d always assumed longer was better but now there’s a second thing to consider. Hm.
But also… Link is SO sensitive. His dick twitches in his hand and he’s hardly moving it that much. Part of him wants to stay slow to let him adjust, but the other wants to overwhelm Link until he can’t think anymore.
The second option persists, and Allen not only picks up the pace of his strokes, but moves his other hand to start massaging Link’s balls liberally. ]
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