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[ 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.

[ Debates during sex? More likely than you might think. The kiss to his mouth is something of an agreement to him, though, even if that's not true.

...You know, normally, Ganymede might have some concerns.

But, it's all virtual, right? Realism has to have a limit in a place like this. He doesn't care what anyone thinks, even to him there's a limitation.

He's no scientist or researcher either, but Ganymede is about to pursue it with reckless abandoned. So, Ganymede rolls his hips against Michel's impishly; with the other touching along his skin, so close, and them naked? There is no chance of nothing but direct contact against the other male's throbbing length and he knows it. ]

...Should we try it with fingers first, then? If it doesn't feel right, then...

[ Ganymede seeks a sort-of compromise. But it is ultimately up to Michel, of course. ]

[ Michel should have already assumed that debate was like foreplay to Ganymede, but in his defense, he's more than a little preoccupied. He shouldn't be letting Ganymede persuade him this easily. But when Ganymede rubs against him like that it's like it shortcircuits everything that connects to Michel's brain and all he can do is gasp, fingers digging in more firmly against the soft, soft skin of Ganymede's thigh as Michel rocks against him in turn. ]

If it doesn't feel right... if you don't like it, you tell me immediately.

[ It's a little bit difficult to sound firm when there's really only one firm part of him right now. But... this is compromise. He lets his hand slide a little higher, fingers teasing over Ganymede's skin. Nervous still, he bites down on his lip and presses one finger just inside Ganymede, as gently as he can. ]

[ Ganymede is quite excited. Though the blond will not admit he has fantasies, he has actually very unapologetically imagined doing what he did just now to Michel to someone he might love somewhere down the line.

And of course, Michel is his loved one, so the fact he's able to do this to him, with great effect is incredible. Oh, but the friction in return incurs a soft moan that falls loosely from Ganymede's lips with ease. ]

R-right...I'll tell you.

[ Amazingly, due to confirmed video game mechanics, Ganymede doesn't feel a bit of pain, because lube is not required. Though it does feel a little strange; not in a bad way but in the way there will still need to be some adjustment. ]

...It doesn't feel bad, by the way.

[ "Doesn't feel bad" isn't a very compelling endorsement. But that little moan is. Michel watches Ganymede's expression, the look on his face equal parts nervousness and eagerness. ]

I'd... rather it felt good, but that's a start. Shift up, here...

[ His free hand at the small of Ganymede's back exerts a gentle pressure, coaxing Ganymede to stretch a little taller. Just enough that Michel can lower his head and begin peppering gentle kisses over his collarbones and down his chest.

It's just a game. Game mechanics are making this simpler. Like this, what he's read in a guide is certainly enough. The little surge of confidence — or just urgency — steadies the shakiness of his hands as he begins to work his fingers in and out of Ganymede carefully. ]

[ Isn't it a compelling and ringing endorsement? Ganymede would argue as much. Though, he's not in the right mind to argue anything. ]

Shift? Alright...

[ Moving's pretty easy for Ganymede. He's a very flexible young man. Isn't that only a plus? Especially since Michel will find it easy to move him, though the blond is unable to keep from sighing, leaning up a little into the affectionate kisses given upon his naked skin. A soft utterance of Michel's game passes through his lips.

He barely recalls that the other is sliding more fingers in, which are helping to loosen him up even more.

Maybe it's unsurprising when he grips onto the other male's shoulders tight, he asks breathlessly: ]

...More.

[ Michel is a little busy marveling at Ganymede's many talents. Beautiful. Flexible. As enthusiastic as he is stubborn, radiating affection like warmth. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to do this in the hot springs; he feels a little dizzy with all of it, giddiness and heat both, the sound of his name in Ganymede's voice like that. ]

M... more? You're certain...?

[ No, he's getting ahead of himself with how badly he wants all of Ganymede. Determined to not give in to the baser impulses for at least a few more seconds, Michel interprets that bossy command by the letter of the law. He eases three fingers into Ganymede, stroking slow and deep as he searches — would they even have modeled something like that in the game? And if they did, they could have made this easier for beginners, in his opinion. His kisses brush down Ganymede's chest, and he flicks the tip of his tongue a little inquisitively over one nipple, hoping to ease any discomfort. ]

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

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