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[ By most standards, this is certainly careful. And by Michel's, it's already a headlong rush into something whose momentum he can't rein in anymore. The sound Ganymede makes has his heart racing desperately. He leans in as if to chase that little noise, lips coaxing and playful against Ganymede's, the taste of Ganymede sweet on his tongue.

His whole world had narrowed almost to just that. But Ganymede's wandering hands recall him abruptly, and not even the kiss can quite muffle the sharp indrawn breath he takes as his nipple peaks under Ganymede's fingertips. He presses his chest into Ganymede's touch, pulls him a little closer at the same time with the one hand he still had resting low on Ganymede's back. This time, he's not surprised by the reaction of his avatar's body to all this — of his body, really. It really does just feel like his own. ]

[ Even embroiled in the passionate flare of their current moment, Ganymede likes to imagine that he still has enough presence of mind to think things clearly. Such a thing is a bit dubious as he sinks further into the kiss, perhaps enabling it to become a touch sloppy as well. He has no care about any sort of dignity, only wanting more of it.

The sound he conjures straight from Michel is almost like a miracle in of itself. So, with the other coming closer, reacting as he does, he lets the finger run over it again over and over, even as he pulls his head back, just to catch his breath. ]

...It feels nice, doesn't it?

[ He asks, a little breathless, heart pounding fiercely as his cheeks are reddened, yet Ganymede meets the other man's eyes even so. ]

[ "Nice" is underselling it a little... Michel must be blushing all the way to his ears by now, his lips still parted and damp from their kiss as his eyes lock with Ganymede's again.

That look just makes him want to kiss Ganymede again. Instead he slides his hands up Ganymede's sides, coming to rest high on his ribs. He likes the way Ganymede's slender body fits against his palms. ]

Should I show you? Or, maybe you already know...

[ Ganymede's possible past experience doesn't trouble him, although it makes him a little nervous to think how he might compare. Tentatively, he rubs his thumbs over Ganymede's nipples in a deliberate caress. Watching Ganymede's face as he does this is embarrassingly intimate, but he can't look away. ]

[ Ganymede can certainly see the vibrant blush clear on Michel's face. A beautiful picture that he's not going to forget in his mind so easily. It's captivating, and such an image makes him also want to delve in again for another kiss. He feels those hands slide up his sides, the touch feeling nothing less than majestic, unable to hold back an excited shiver.

Or perhaps that's because of the other male's words. ]

N-no, I don't.

[ Not personally. He hasn't any experience in such intimacy at all. But he has an idea, from not-so-innocent stories; and such he's touched himself in the most basic of ways. But, when Michel's hands are upon him, gentle, he shivers again, a soft hitch in breath leaving him as the blond can't help but press a little further in response to those fingers against him. An obvious blush flares across Ganymede's own cheeks, and his eyes are soft, but he seems more than receptive. His hands move to rest against Michel's shoulders all the while. ]

...But now I do. Being touched by you feels—good.

That's a relief...

[ It would almost be a very deadpan joke, if it weren't for the tinge of very real emotion in his voice. He's still nervous — it doesn't feel beyond the realm of plausibility at all that Ganymede would suddenly decide this feels awful. Uncomfortable.

Although at least some of the grimmest concerns Michel had had seem unfounded. He ducks his head to brush a light kiss against Ganymede's jaw as his fingers continue their slow circles, gentle and teasing. ]

It doesn't concern you at all that neither of us know what we're doing?

[ Not that he expects caution to have much of a role in Ganymede's life. Least of all here. But he's talking just to talk, at least a little. If Ganymede liked his voice, well. He can provide that. ]

[ Ganymede has to wonder if it were something like that, but it only lasts for half of a second at most, recalling how Michel is, and hearing the soft emotion rolling in from his tone.

As for his own concerns, he is so in the moment, he has lost sight of those, despite how nervous he feels. As long as the other is as eager as he is, he tells himself, what has he to worry about? The light kiss makes him want to steal another, to which he does, lips lightly grazing the other's in turn.

And the touch? Ganymede isn't able to hold back his quickened breaths, his eager leaning into that touch as it continues. ]

Both of us want the same, right? Why should we be concerned that we don't know what we're doing now? We'll eventually know how it goes the more we do this, right?

[ Ganymede asks, because he's committed, and his words may seem rather bold, than anything. ]

[ Ordinarily, Michel would be too nervous to do anything but freeze up by now. But he feels strangely at ease here. In this body? Or is it because of who he's with? He leans in to meet Ganymede lightly in the kiss, half-closing his eyes. ]

...Mm. It isn't that complicated. I only want to be certain that this — that all of this feels good for you.

[ Stubborn and bold are two of the things Michel likes best about Ganymede. He can feel the way his breathing comes faster, and it makes Michel feel bolder in turn. He slides his palms down Ganymede's chest again, fingertips tracing the flat muscles of his stomach down to the waistband of his bathing suit. ]

Because you're so kind like that. I understand.

[ Ganymede says gently, but seriously. Having someone who cares about how he feels, how this will be for him...he feels he has really lucked out in so many respects. Even if previously his life has been a balancing scale between that and the exact opposite.

Those fingers sliding all over him feel like a hot brand, but far more comfortable than that. Another gentle, but quick kiss against the other's lips, and his eyes deliberately look into the other's as he dares to ask: ]

...Would you like for it to come off?

[ The question in of itself is presented softly, but meaningful. They have gone rather far, and Ganymede truly is committed to go all the way through. To think, this will be the first person he'll be willing to bare himself completely naked to. ]

[ No, he thinks that's the ordinary amount of care to show... It's nothing special, or kind, is it? Who wouldn't want their partner to feel that way? Let alone Ganymede, who's already lived through so much. Who's given Michel nothing but warmth and hope in return.

"I hope you're prepared for me to drag you along at times," Michel remembers. The intensity of Ganymede's eyes meeting his right now has a pull all its own. He swallows hard, throat bobbing as his palms caress Ganymede's hips and nudge him gently forward in his lap. ]

...Yes.

[ Intensely so. He'd never imagined wanting to see another man naked; but then, he'd never imagined wanting anything or anyone this much. His fingers brush the fabric again, although he hesitates. ]

We can go — inside to the inn, if you want...

[ Is that like admitting that they intend to go further than just this kissing and cuddling? His heart is racing too fast and his thoughts feel hazy. ]

[ Yet, it's really all that it takes. These gestures which seem just so normal are amplified by the fact that it's Michel who is doing them. His partner, the one who he so loves so much.

The one who is not afraid to hold him with affection, to even see him as a person who is beautiful beyond his appearance, even if he treasures that wholeheartedly as well. Someone, who can say a simple sentence filled with happiness, and carry his heart beyond places Ganymede never fathomed it could have been. ]

...I don't mind if we do or don't. It isn't like anyone's around to see us.

[ Ganymede asks, before leaning forward to press a gentle, but lingering kiss to the side of the other male's neck. His words perhaps more bold than he feels they are, far too caught up in the moment to take notice. ]

But, if you prefer that, let me know.

[ The thought that someone could walk in on them hadn't really crossed Michel's mind. If he could convince himself to move away from Ganymede, it might be worth putting up a "keep out" sign by the gate...

But he can't keep thoughts clear in his head while Ganymede is still touching him. Those warm lips against his neck make him tilt his head back, his eyes closing outright. ]

Where we are doesn't matter. This is...

[ Fine? Much more than fine, if he's honest. His heartbeat is fast enough now that he's grateful the game doesn't have sensible safety measures built in for that. His fingers finally return to the waistband of Ganymede's wrap, working at it carefully. He's never tried undressing someone else before. But how many engineering degrees can it possibly take to figure out whether the thing wraps or just slides off? He'll manage, with his determination. ]

[ That'd be hilarious and absolutely championed by Ganymede himself.

Whatever the case, he's feeling the reaction from the other when he leans in, and with the way Michel's head tips back, he can't help the urge to bite down a little.

Though he will pull back just a bit in order to answer: ]

...This is good enough, right?

[ Well, Ganymede isn't going to stop Michel either way. The wrap easily comes off, unequipping with ease. To think it just took a few seconds, eh? But, despite the intensity of the situation, and with himself completely bare in all the ways it matters, something like a smile blossoms on Ganymede's face, and his hands reach to cup his cheeks. ]

I'm all yours, Michel. Can I see all of you too?

[ When Ganymede bites down, Michel feels the jolt of pleasure through his whole body; he jerks, one hand quickly rising to Ganymede's lower back to keep him from tumbling back.

"Good enough," doesn't begin to cover it. But Michel thinks even Ganymede's enthusiasm might be challenged if he said, "this is like touching a spark of the divine." Too much. But he can't curb the fervor of his thoughts so easily. ]

...This is perfect.

[ You're perfect. He flicks a quick gaze downwards, torn between shyness and curiosity, but the second Ganymede's palms touch his face, his eyes find Ganymede's again.

All his. And what he has to offer in return is... maybe it isn't truth. But if it's at least a little closer to what Ganymede deserves, that would be enough. ]

Such as I am. If that's what you wish.

[ This him, at least, is all Ganymede's. No less than the other — but with less shame and reluctance shadowing the thought. He feels almost weightless, and not just from the water, as he pauses to finally turn off the censorship option and then lower a hand to his swim trunks. ]

[ He feels the hand resting against his lower back, acting as an anchor to keep Michel steady — though for the record if the other had spoken those words, he'd probably have gotten somehow embarrassed.

Seeing the shyness, inquisitiveness swimming in that gaze makes him repeat the phrase in his own head — or maybe that's not quite either. Just looking at Michel, he can only remember starkly how perfect the other man is. ]

It is.

[ His words are spoken in barely a breath — practically a whisper, but audible nonetheless. Ganymede presses another kiss again to the other man's lips, seeing no reason to believe he can't tug it off while doing so, and maybe even slipping a hand down to the other side of those trunks. To help him along, oh-so-innocently. ]

[ If it were the real world, the physics of this would be substantially less convenient... Michel shifts Ganymede up a little, one corner of his mouth quirking as he feels Ganymede's hand slide down to help him. The last of his clothes unequip and leave him as bare as Ganymede is; but there's no chance yet for Ganymede to look when Michel leans in for yet another kiss, slow and soft.

Is this what it would feel like to be ordinary? Pulse racing just from excitement, and not from fear? It's just like he'd daydreamed of, shy and furtive. He hadn't imagined that Ganymede could really want to. ]

...Well. Here we are.

[ None of his research had given him the least clue what to say in this moment. He doesn't even know what would sound romantic, and not embarrassing. But his fingertips dance lightly up Ganymede's spine again as he finally leans a tiny bit back to trade a glance with him. ]

[ Ganymede feels the shift ever-so-slightly, though he isn't focused too much on that, especially with Michel bare naked in front of him. Of course, he isn't so innocent not to let his eyes roam. What's the point of being modest now?

Yet he is distracted sufficiently well all the same. The soft, gentle, and loving kiss encompassing his attention up until it stops. ]

Here we are.

...I think I want to...

[ The words escape him, but he dares to, with his hand to explore a little lower, to have his hand take stock of what is underneath, between the other man's legs. Should he find his prize, he will tentatively wrap a hand around it to give a caress. ]

[ With how wound up Michel is from the kissing they've already been doing, it would be more of a challenge for Ganymede not to find what he's looking for. Michel lets out a breathless noise of half-surprise — not at being touched, surely, since Ganymede's intention was unmistakable. He arches up into that touch and leans down more to press a fervent kiss to the side of Ganymede's throat. Should he bite gently, like Ganymede had? He's feeling too much, but it's against his nature to use more force than urgent nuzzling, quiet panting against Ganymede's soft skin. ]

Y-you can touch me however you want. Is it... can I...?

[ However he wants, too? He slides his hands down Ganymede's sides, palms caressing his hips as he traces the shape of Ganymede's hipbones. He's taken note of them when he's watched him dance before, impossible not to.

And maybe, just the tiniest bit, he's buying a little time to learn how Ganymede touches him. Although even from his very limited experience... it isn't terribly complicated to make the requisite anatomy feel good. Not complicated at all. ]

[ A breathless sound that is evident to the blond, as he's looking right at him, to say nothing of the way his body moves, and the kiss that follows.

Ganymede certainly has less than innocent intentions, so seeing that he's able to induce a reaction of some kind — pleasurable, no less — makes an undeniable thrill of excitement run through him. But, what else had he anticipated?

Still, imagination is no substitution for reality. Or some semblance of it. ]

Y-yeah, you can.

[ Ganymede speaks, already knowing he'd permit it, unable to hide a shiver when he feels those hands explore a bit more boldly; the blond's own hand moves in the way he recalls doing to make himself feel good on an occasional night. A firmer hold, even if nervous still as he begins to properly run his hand up and down Michel's length. ]

[ Oh, god. It's nothing like touching himself, and he barely has experience in that. The heat that sweeps through Michel is incredible. He stifles a gasp against Ganymede's throat, a shudder running through his whole body.

It's so much better than he imagined it. Except in his imagination he could stay cool and composed, until Ganymede was the one making those noises instead. A little emboldened by the memory and Ganymede's quiet words of permission, he finally slips his fingertips over Ganymede's inner thigh so he can curl his hand gently around the length of him. With another nuzzle, trailing his lips along Ganymede's collarbone, he rests his forehead on Ganymede's shoulder and sneaks a glance down as he strokes him slowly. ]

[ Stifling a gasp? Well, it isn't like Ganymede has suddenly gone blind — he can see the little shudder that other makes with his touch, further spurring him on to continue. Why stop now?

Though, throughout the intense heat, the blond's not expecting immediate reciprocal touch. A spark of something more incredible than the fire running through him — an unexpected pleasure that tears a loud gasp from Ganymede's throat as his body startles a bit as well. He's obviously never been touched by someone like this before, though part of that was some surprise as well.

And if his hand might have squeezed inadvertently where his hands have wrapped firmly around the other male's length? Well, that's just a wonderful bonus, ain't it? ]

[ The noises Ganymede makes in reality are so much better than his imagination. The way Ganymede's fingers, elegant and strong, tighten around him—

A wonderful bonus, indeed. The low groan that wrings from Michel is undignified and glorious. He closes his eyes briefly, all but seeing stars, his hips rocking up restlessly into Ganymede's touch. There's no uncertainty now. He's not afraid of his own inexperience, or his desires. Ganymede loves him as a man, and he can love Ganymede in just the same way. ]

...You're so beautiful.

[ It seems so natural to say it, to feel it, even if he'd never considered a man beautiful before Ganymede. It doesn't feel awkward to trace his fingertips gently over the tip of Ganymede's arousal before he strokes slowly back down, patient and admiring and adoring every inch of him. He loves all of Ganymede. He doesn't need to apologize for that. And he wants Ganymede to feel his love in every touch. ]

[ ...

Ganymede knows he's really in for it upon hearing the way Michel's low voice reaches his ears — tantalizing and incredible all the same. Oh and the way he moves up into his touch even more is enough to make his breath catch, even beyond the touch granted by the other man's hands upon him. ]

L-look who's talking...

[ Is this a competition? No, not at all, but Ganymede is far from thinking straight, pressing upwards into the grip just a bit, shaking, so his hand is a bit more unsteady now even as he thinks he can start a proper rhythm in his strokes with Michel's cock. ]

[ It startles a tiny laugh out of him, quiet against Ganymede's skin. It's just — so like him to put it that way, almost accusatory, pushy. He loves that about him, too.

He brushes a little kiss against Ganymede's collarbones before he lifts his head, taking in the look on his face. He can feel the slight trembling in Ganymede's touch. It's not so embarrassing if they're both a little overwhelmed already. ]

It's only my avatar...

[ But he doesn't think Ganymede means just his cock, in which case; maybe he can let himself be a little happy. His free hand traces up Ganymede's hip, to the small of his back and then down again to cup his rear. He can't resist giving a little squeeze there too before he tugs Ganymede forward more in his lap, his other hand stroking him the whole while. ]

Come here. A little closer.

[ Ganymede wants to reach on over to pinch his cheeks for his commentary, but he's extraordinarily occupied right about now for certain reasons!! Anyway, he gives him a look through all the fluster when he makes a remark about his avatar.

Really. Really. ]

D-don't even start.

[ A soft murmur that's more like a sigh, and a sudden little jump at the squeeze, and then he's settled more into Michel's lap, making it hard for his hand to remain wrapped around the other man's length, one hand reaching to rest against Michel's chest. He even lets out a small whimper. ]

I'm closer - ah. Michel, did you want to try putting it inside of me? O-or...

[ He's only stating facts... But he's too preoccupied right now to really debate with Ganymede. So he gives a little kiss to the corner of Ganymede's lips that Ganymede is free to interpret as agreement, if he wants.

Everything about this feels — how different could it be from reality? Ganymede's weight against his thighs, the gentle pressure of Ganymede's palm against his chest, the quiet whimper that sends another flicker of heat curling through him. The words that bring his thoughts grinding to a halt. ]

T-that's, that's... I said you didn't need to rush things! Do you really think...

[ Would that be wise? If it's just a question of want, Michel knows very much what he wants. His cock throbs just at the thought. A little tentative, he traces his palm over the curve of Ganymede's hip again, then up the inside of his thigh. He'd done research. All the research was very firm and very specific. Water was not lube. Wishful thinking was not lube. ]

...I don't want to hurt you.

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things i know u did just bc i said all our threads are pure: this

i've got no idea whatchu talkin bout

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