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[ He guesses this is what's called "skinship". Or rather, the concept of exploring each other's body, but yeah, it actually doesn't matter what term should be used here. What he knows is that the texture of Everett's skin is much smoother than he thought it would be for a faun. There's no way he'd ever stop learning something new. He's learning a lot of things today, actually.

Allowing his partner to remove the tunic he was given, too, Wataru feels the chill dawn on his shoulders. His body is... less than average? That sounds unflattering, but his torso is not at all wide and his arms are thin. He's a noodle. Not that impressive. But he's not voicing that out. He has no clue what Everett is thinking as he looks at him. ]

...

[ Their kilts are next? But he's not touching Everett's yet. That one tent in the faun's pants reminds him there's something he already (accidentally) touched and is pretty hard to ignore. He doesn't want to seem eager when he has only 30% of an idea of what he's doing. ]

[Everett will lean in an pepper a few kisses along the nape of Wataru's neck, now bare for him to explore. Kilts would need be next, but with Everett's on the younger man's lap, it's somewhat a hassle. A fine signal they should adjust positioning... Everett lifts his weight off Wataru's lap, pressing a palm to the young man's chest to guide him backwards somewhat]

Why don't you lay back? I would like to dote upon you some.

[he's gonna suck that dick is what he's gonna do]

[ Hm. Good? It's definitely not bad if Everett is taking initiative.

Frankly, he feels a bit lighter now that the faun is off his lap. Even as he's invited to lay down, Wataru feels the soothing fabric of those bedsheets brushing over his bare skin and he relaxes against them. He lets out a heavy breath, peering at Everett from underneath, wondering what's going to happen next.

There's an evident tent in his own kilt now, standing out from the rest of his body. He's getting hard, too, and he can't imagine how it'd feel to have that touched. ]

Okay...

[ It's better like this. Have Everett touch him, watch, and learn so he can do that more properly in return. It feels easier that way. ]

Very good, to see you're excited as well... [Everett coos affectionately, moving himself as Wataru lays back on the bed. He places himself at his partner's legs, pulling away all Wataru's remaining clothing. Naked and aroused against his sheets is the prettiest picture he could ask for.

A gloved hand will be what's first to touch, but it's not shy in that. Everett wraps his fingers around the base of Wataru's cock, slow yet firm in stroking up to the tip, watching with lidded eyes for a reaction to that much. Best to be direct, so Wataru isn't left guessing]

[ ... That's not what he expected, or rather, he didn't know it would be so powerful.

His cock throbbing hard within Everett's grasp reflects on the rest of his body as he shivers whole and a gasp tears out of him. He never touched his morning woods for fear something awful would happen if he did. Wataru was so sheltered back then, and today is the time he knows better than that.

It's good that he's learning, through pleasure none the less, thanks to someone he trusts so much. ]

Ah... that-...

[ That, what? He's not sure what the appropriate words should be in reaction of a man touching his cock. He chews his lip, shakes his head, mutters a shaky "nevermind", and grips the bedsheets. It feels somehow unfair that he's not touching Everett in return now that he's slowly understanding the ways of a handjob, but it's all for the better. All in due time. ]

Edited 2020-02-16 07:57 (UTC)

Please, my dear... tell me if it's good, if it's not good, I wish to know. Only then can I best please you. [Everett's tone is all encouragement and playful, sultry affection. Honestly, he'd move a bit slower if he knew Wataru was so inexperienced he didn't even touch himself like this. Unheard of, that, Everett couldn't imagine someone with that level of self control, naive or strict.

He hand continues carefully, silken gloves soft and building with heat in each stroke. Everett licks his lips, because he intends to go further than this, just building up in good time so Wataru hopefully isn't overwhelmed.]

[ He nods quickly at that, still wrapped up in his own shivers. Letting Everett know what he does and doesn't like is already something he can do for him, even as he can't touch him.

His hips suddenly stutter against the faun's hand. It must be the glove feeling so good, but it gets him to react pretty strongly, and it bothers him how he doesn't know whether or not he's taking his reactions too far. Another moan comes out and he's worried that he's being too loud. ]

It's good... [ He says after gasping at another wave of pleasure. ] It's very good, actually.

Goodness, Wataru... you are cute. [he praises, genuine and sweet and lighthearted, ever the adoring partner. He strokes from base to tip, repeating the action again and again, watching for reactions, so many, many precious reactions.

He adjusts his position some, unhooking his own kilt and pulling it away, followed shortly by his undergarments sliding away. His own cock was hard, precum beading the tip. He strokes himself, but makes a show of it for Wataru to get an eyeful of, his hands moving in tandem between both their cocks]

Mmm, would you rather be the one touching me, lad? [he can see curiosity in that gaze, but is that quite the same a desire to join in?]

[ Everett just... went ahead and put his cock on display, which makes Wataru conscious of how his eyes have been already trained to look even without input. Watching the faun stroke himself seems like such a violation, but it's neither that nor something he doesn't want to see. He gives into another few sounds, that gloved hand sending more and more heavenly vibes that cause his cock to throb under its ministrations. ]

... Can I?

[ He doesn't even have to ask for permission, but he can't help looking expectant and kind of eager to now get some practice done after watching himself get a handjob. ]

We could do that-... at the same time, maybe?

[ It sounds like a novel concept for his own ears. His skin burns furthermore, under his remaining clothes. ]

Yes, we could. That sounds ideal. [Everett's glad to see that eagerness, adjusting himself to accommodate. He settles primarily to one side of Wataru, the arm previously stroking himself now down beside Wataru's hair. Everett's front rests down along Wataru's side, nudged to lay next to him while being turned inward, nearly over top the younger man. Leaned in close, he's taking the opportunity to kiss Wataru again with utmost affection.

The hand that was on Wataru's slips away, taking whichever of Wataru's wrists he seemed more eager to use and leading it to his own cock. As if to demonstrate, he'll wrap his own fingers back around Wataru's erection, returning smoothly to stroke him off.]

[ They're now face to face again, Wataru just a bit timidly looking up at Everett while his friend shifts around to accommodate the both of them. He wants to... somehow... reach out and stroke the faun's face, feel his adorned horns as well, but he's preceded on that by a hand guiding him to the awaiting cock standing there other than his own.

Since he doesn't wear any gloves, the skin is... very hot and pulsing at the touch. The motion is actually easy to make, and he starts slowly, careful, before he can pick up pace like Everett is doing to him. It's not easy, it's distracting because it feels so overwhelmingly good, but he tires. He wants to be a good student.

His mouth covered by the other man's, he murmurs while trying to kiss back, but again, he's pretty distracted and focusing on one thing (jerking Everett off) might be the best idea here, for now. ]

[Everett kisses Wataru a few times upon the mouth, savoring the attention there and by the young man's hand. Inexperienced, but not unpleasant, not in the slightest. It really is just cute, how clear it is that Wataru wants to do this well. A fine gift to arrive upon his doorstep on a full moon night!

Lips trailing further back, settles by Wataru's ear and speaks hushed, playful words there]

That feels good, my dear, very good... tighten your grip some, that's best- mmmh- [he speeds his hand up some, wanting to hear his partner moan and murmur in response. All so very satisfying]

[ He lets his head fall back to the bed when Everett moves from the kiss, his lips quivering so much from all new sorts of excitements. Hiding his face into the other's neck, blushing from also being called cute, all so sensitive from stimulation, he hears the affectionate deep voice and is compelled to comply, gripping a bit tighter, still not sure how 'tight' it should be before it potentially hurts. Gonna be real careful about that. ]

Like this...?

[ Wataru picks up pace as well. At least that's sure not to hurt, also helped by the precum coming off Everett's cock. ]

Yes, just... mh, like that. My dear... [Wataru's bare skin against him, inexperienced though the touch may be, is wildly satisfying. Perhaps the moon is making him easier to please than ever, but the faun is especially feeling this. Every motion, especially as they pick up intensity in time, is drawing further moans from him. He bucks he hips just slightly, involuntary really, into the pressure stroking him.

His own hand isn't slacking, either. His gloves now slick with Wataru's own precum, he speeds up further. The younger man is so hard in his grasp, Everett can't help but want to milk him to an orgasm soon]

Are you getting close, Wataru? You, you're twitching in my hand, you could... let go anytime.

[ Fog thickens in his mind so quickly, he can't tell much of what's going on. Everett is moaning, he thinks he can hear his own voice too, and it's so hot, he's sweating, they're so close...

Speaking of which, is he really getting close? He... has no idea. He knows there's an end to the tunnel of arousal he's speeding through, but what's exactly there? What will he do? Wataru is both scared and curious and extremely impatient to know. His vision is just Everett and he wants to kiss him again and not give an answer because speaking is hard right now and his throat will get dry and his cock's aching and his palm's burning with how hard he's jerking the faun off. ]

Let go...?

[ It's so silly but lack of sex education is also why he feels as though he's shooting in the dark no matter how good he's doing for his friend. ]

[Everett can tell the man is getting there, even if he doesn't fully... ahem... grasp that himself. Inexperienced indeed, especially for his age. Everett remembers being in much the same mindset, not taught better by such a prudish Don't speak of such things society as the Springtide. He can only try and be as good to the young man as is possible, teach him in a safe and comfortable space how this works.

And dote on him throughout, Everett's specialty!]

When it feels best, don't hold back, that's all- [he says this before shifting to catch Wataru's lips again, wanting that added passion. He's close himself, aided in part by the moonlust, but mostly by Wataru's good efforts]

[ As much as he's concerned, he's already feeling the best right now. Thing is, it's growing and growing with each second to the point he's not sure where the "best" goalpost is and when he's going to cross it. Another shot in the dark. He can only tell this by himself because it's not like Everett can sense what he's feeling. They're not Bonded, either.

Suddenly his breath stifles in the well accepted kiss, his cock pulsing the hardest. Maybe this is the time.

As Everett said, he shouldn't hold back... he's not sure he's even holding anything back any longer. No thoughts, head empty, he's about to— ]

Mmmmhhhh...!

[ Moaning straight into Everett's mouth, Wataru... comes, freezing whole. His eyes are squeezing shut and he can't see how much of a mess he's making, but he will, eventually, once his faun friend also reaches the peak. ]

There you go, good- Wataru... I'm there... too- [Everett gasps with a smile in his tone, encouraging that moment of release to be enjoyed. He separated their mouths so Wataru was free to moan and pant, bucking his own hips into the man's no doubt now uncoordinated hand. It's enough, however, looking at his partners face in the throes of orgasm is too attractive to not push him over. Everett spills cum into Wataru's hand and across his abdomen.

Another lovely sight, that.

He can slack after that, cuddled up to Wataru and nuzzling him with utmost affection.]

[ With Everett spilling over his hand, sperm so hot against his skin, Wataru exhales deeply, ridden of the tension and nervousness from his performance. He managed to make his friend feel good, and... now he knows what happens beyond the tunnel, which is both enlightening and... pretty weird. He can still get used to it, because it felt really good after all.

... Thinking as though this is going to happen again, isn't he? Well... considering how Everett's entire behavior and reactions attracted him like a moth towards light, he might be almost sure of that. Almost. Full moon can influence a lot of behaviors; uncertainty is what rules his mind at the moment, and it might change next day or...

He can't think about it now. It'd spoil the mood. Wataru sighs and pushes his face into the cleft of Everett's neck, cuddling himself closer to the faun, mildly relishing the moment.

... How does one even talk after this? Making comments is... out of question to him. ]

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