Yes, oh yes. Please... [He rolls his hips into Lighter's touch with another eager moan, seeking friction, past the point of shame or hesitation. His own hand wraps around Lighter's cock as well, long fingers learning the shape of him, stroking him to full hardness.]
And much more than just see. [It's a little overwhelming just how much he wants, how many different directions he wants to take this moment simultaneously. For now, he just keeps stroking, and leans in to press kisses to his lover's neck at the same time, enjoying the way this presses their bodies together. He's missed the feeling of someone else's skin against his own.]
[The swear is drawn out for a while, a languid moan while Maxima stroked him. His body responded in kind, hips and hand holding Maxima moving in time with the other man's hand. This alone would be enough to briefly sate him, but Lighter wanted more than a quicky tonight. He liked Maxima and wanted both of them to take their time.
He bit his lip, stifling a half groan and just relishing in how nice skin against skin felt. His thumb rubbed against the head of Maxima's cock as he tried to remember how to speak.]
Much more. [Another shaking breath.] This is nice... but we've got much more to do. So, how do you want me? Top or bottom? Both are good.
[And they can just switch it up next time if Maxima is also good for both. The guy's clearly got a lot to let out.]
Mmmh, likewise, but... [His brow furrows for a moment, glancing at the bedside drawer a little sheepishly.] I have some...lotion, serviceable enough for use on my own, but I haven't tested it, ah, internally. I did have some hope this was where we'd end up, but not with enough certainty to make arrangements. So to speak. Honestly, I'm not sure how I would go about sourcing such necessities.
[He meets Lighter's eyes hopefully.] Is there any chance you were more prepared?
Mnh, hold on... [God, he really didn't want to take his hands off Maxima. He was just able to bring his pants that hung off the edge of the bed back enough to reach into his pockets.
And not only will Maxima be met with disappointment but a resigned furrow of Lighter's brow that was the epitome of "welp".]
Sorry... but I'm afraid not. I-I mean I won't lie I didn't think we'd get this far. [...] Didn't bring my room key either, apparently.
[He's fumbling hard here but there was something more hard than Lighter's fumbling right now.]
The lotion's fine for right now, it's fine just... fuck you've got me so worked up.
[The look on Lighter's face makes Maxima laugh softly, unable to help himself. Neither of them is as put-together as they'd like to be right now, they can fumble through it together.]
Likewise. [He kisses that frown away, just because he can, because they're here and in each other's arms and whatever happens next this is already a great night.] Then let me take care of you. [He pushes Lighter backward onto the bed again and reaches for the drawer on the bedside table, pulling out a tube of unscented hand lotion, nudging Lighter's legs open with his other hand. His pulse is racing at the very thought, but it's about to be so much better.]
[Well, he couldn't stay embarrassed at his terrible memory when returning that kiss. A little bump in the road didn't ruin the whole ride if his smile returning were any indication.
This has been a great night indeed, and it wasn't over yet.]
Hah... do your worst, hot stuff.
[Said as he spread both legs for Maxima to work, kicking his pants further away since they were less than useless by this point.]
View's great from down here. [As if the way Lighter's spare hand ran through his fringe, pushing it back wasn't a perfectly picturesque scene.]
[From the soft, voiceless exhale as Maxima's eyes rake over his body, it's absolutely working.] Oh, you have no idea how good you look right now.
[He is running out of patience, aching with arousal. Quickly, he coats his fingers in enough of the lotion to make them slide easily, trusting in the heat of his skin to warm it up from room temperature enough that it isn't a complete shock when he runs his fingertips down to find Lighter's entrance. Lighter already said he likes it a little rough, so he's comfortable moving a little more quickly than he otherwise would: he circles it once, testing the give and making sure there's enough lotion, and then slips two fingers inside at once, his whole attention on the other man's expression and responses.]
Just tell me if you need me to slow down, but- I don't want to wait.
[The compliment gets a smirk, but also a brighter blush that ignited when Maxima's fingers entered him. His head fell backwards and an absolutely shameless moan left him. He'd forgotten he could make that kind of sound, if he wasn't so drunk on this feeling he'd be surprised with himself.
Heavier pants continued as Maxima moved his hands. It had been a few years for Lighter, but he wasn't too tight by any means. It would be easy for Maxima's long fingers to push deep enough to make Lighter's sudden grip on the bed beneath him tighten. Habit had him biting his lip to keep the noise down, but even being a comparatively quiet lover his need and impatient arousal was very palpable.]
Like... hah... I said... do your worst. This ain't my first rodeo, I can take it.
[He curls his fingers, searching for the spot he remembers, that will have his lover seeing stars. For a moment he thinks about just prodding and stroking until Lighter makes a mess of himself from that alone, just to watch him unravel. The thought makes his breath quicken, but...not tonight. Another time.]
Like this, then? [He's found what he was feeling for, that firm but yielding point, and presses his fingertips into it solidly, a shiver of sympathetic arousal running through him even before he sees Lighter's response.]
[That would serve as a good answer. The sharp swear, louder than he's been thus far. The tight grip of the bed underneath him. The full body shake and stirring and twitching of his cock.]
Good with your hands, huh...
[He'd like to feel what else Maxima was good with, there was a hint of impatience in his tone but Maxima was doing a great job already.]
Something my people are known for, though not usually in this sense.
[It's so gratifying, watching how Lighter's enjoying his touch. Increasingly emboldened, he leans upward to nip at the other's collarbone, taking in the scent of his skin. His unoccupied hand toys with one of Lighter's nipples just to add a little more stimulation.]
Does that sound mean you're ready for more? [Some part of him knows Lighter would be fine with it if he just went for it, pulled his fingers out and thrust inside; but all of Maxima's own instincts say that he should take more care than just what the other man is fine with enduring.]
[Hard work got good results. And when Maxima went to nip at his collarbone he moved a hand to his hair. Not doing anything with it, he just wanted to feel Maxima's hair or just have both hands somewhere on him by this point.
He was still trembling a bit, just barely holding an impatient groan back.
It was a bit new, honestly. To have someone so damn attentive and careful. The wonders of finally having time for a proper fuck and having an arrangement with someone whose company he enjoyed.]
[Something about the weight of a hand in his hair is appealing, and without thinking Maxima nudges up into the touch slightly, too turned on and distracted to be embarrassed at this point.
But there are more important things right now, and with explicit permission he withdraws his fingers and finds the lotion again, quickly slicking his own cock with it. He moans softly as he pushes inside, overwhelmed with the tight heat.] Fuck.
[He takes a breath to steady himself, but it doesn't work. He's pushed his own restraint to the breaking point, and all he can do is gasp as he pulls back and thrusts in again, again, finally just indulging in the pleasure. He has just enough presence of mind to wrap his hand around Lighter's cock again, the one that's still slick with lotion, and make sure that he's getting just as much out of this.]
[Lighter's fingers carded a bit through Maxima's hair when he leaned into the touch. It felt like agony waiting for him to prepare himself, but when he finally entered Lighter held strands of that hair tighter.
And by the time he let the last of his restraint go, thrusting over and over inside of Lighter he grabbed a good fistful of that hair. He wasn't thinking, just needed something to grab onto. Lighter was damn near sure he'd lift right off of the bed with how his hips moved into Maxima's hand in tandem with his thrusting.]
[He was already chasing his pleasure, losing himself in the heat of Lighter's body. And then that hand in his hair grips, pulls, and a sound tears from his throat that Maxima didn't even know he could make along with a fresh wave of heat and need crashing through him.]
Lorenzo-! [The hoarseness in his voice is shocking, he barely sounds like himself as he crests the peak. And then he's coming, hard, thrusts losing their rhythm as his muscles tense and he spills himself inside.]
[Oh god that sound. Just from Lighter pulling his hair. He was so worked up that alone was enough for precum to leak onto Maxima's hand. He'd probably last longer if it hadn't been so long... so damn long since he had proper good sex that wasn't rushed and with someone whose name he didn't give or know.
When Maxima peaked Lorenzo thrust faster into his hand to reach his own in a desperate heated chase.]
Fuck... fuck, Maxima-! [One he reached not long after Maxima's, making a mess of his stomach and using the last burst of stamina he had to pull the other man down by his hair into a messy and breathless kiss. Groaning, almost growling, into that hot mouth with his climax.]
[An aftershock of pleasure shivers through him as he feels the splash of hot fluid over his hand, stroking him through to the end of his climax and leaning into that heated kiss. He feels absolutely boneless as he pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to his lover, breathing hard, ever so slowly coming down from the high.
He does take a moment to soak in the sight of Lighter looking absolutely wrecked, knowing that he himself is surely no less of a mess right now. There are tissues in the nightstand as well, but he's too languid to reach for them just yet.]
[The only sound in the room as far as Lighter was concerned was both of their breaths trying to steady. Lighter was drip fed back into the conscious world with that great warmth collapsed by his side. It was a marvelous sight, someone so clearly strong splayed out on the bed post climax, eyes glazed over, beads of sweat on his face and dripping onto his rising and falling chest.
Clarity started to return in earnest after a few minutes basking in the afterglow, but words were still trailing behind so the most Lighter could muster was turning his head to face Maxima with a lopsided smile.]
[That's a nice smile. Maxima smiles back, and reaches out to wipe a bead of sweat off Lighter's face before it can fall into his eyes, still lingering in the moment a little longer.
...They really are a mess, and surely he's going to be uncomfortable in a moment. With a sigh, Maxima stretches and turns enough to reach for the bedside drawer, coming away with a box of tissues for them to start wiping down with.]
...That was...amazing. [What a way to end years of celibacy.]
[Maxima wiping the sweat off his face pulled a much more bashful looking smile and a breathy laugh. While reluctant to break this blissful moment Lighter knew that cleaning off sooner was better than later and took a few tissues to clean up with.
He was catching the last bit of his breath when he spoke.]
Yeah, it was. [Another laugh.] Good way to end a long dry spell, huh? Damn are you good.
[A pause as he focused on cleaning and his mind started to clear.]
Like having your hair pulled? I'll remember that.
[And he actually will this time because holy shit.]
In that case...if you won't be able to get into your room until morning, it seems only right, as a friend, to offer to let you stay here if you'd rather.
[It's a little delicate, with the relationship being new and the boundaries they've set still settling into place. But this too can be part of an intimate friendship, right? It still doesn't have to be anything more than what they say it is.]
I think I'll take you up on that offer. Thanks for doing me the solid.
[And sparing him a walk of shame. Lighter could do this and it would still be part of the arrangement they had. Though he could admit it was strange in a good way to stay the night. He did shift a little on the bed as a wordless way to say he wouldn't mind if Maxima moved closer.]
[The bed's big enough for both of them - it has to be, to get one long enough to fit Maxima's frame - but it's not so wide that it's uncomfortable to shift a little closer. Skin contact is nice, and Lighter doesn't seem opposed to the idea either, so once he's tapped the bedside lamps off, he gets within casual touch range and lets his hand naturally settle on Lighter's torso. He's free that way to turn into it or away as his own comfort dictates; Maxima's eyes are already drifting closed as if he might forget which one was chosen by morning.]
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And much more than just see. [It's a little overwhelming just how much he wants, how many different directions he wants to take this moment simultaneously. For now, he just keeps stroking, and leans in to press kisses to his lover's neck at the same time, enjoying the way this presses their bodies together. He's missed the feeling of someone else's skin against his own.]
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[The swear is drawn out for a while, a languid moan while Maxima stroked him. His body responded in kind, hips and hand holding Maxima moving in time with the other man's hand. This alone would be enough to briefly sate him, but Lighter wanted more than a quicky tonight. He liked Maxima and wanted both of them to take their time.
He bit his lip, stifling a half groan and just relishing in how nice skin against skin felt. His thumb rubbed against the head of Maxima's cock as he tried to remember how to speak.]
Much more. [Another shaking breath.] This is nice... but we've got much more to do. So, how do you want me? Top or bottom? Both are good.
[And they can just switch it up next time if Maxima is also good for both. The guy's clearly got a lot to let out.]
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[He meets Lighter's eyes hopefully.] Is there any chance you were more prepared?
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And not only will Maxima be met with disappointment but a resigned furrow of Lighter's brow that was the epitome of "welp".]
Sorry... but I'm afraid not. I-I mean I won't lie I didn't think we'd get this far. [...] Didn't bring my room key either, apparently.
[He's fumbling hard here but there was something more hard than Lighter's fumbling right now.]
The lotion's fine for right now, it's fine just... fuck you've got me so worked up.
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Likewise. [He kisses that frown away, just because he can, because they're here and in each other's arms and whatever happens next this is already a great night.] Then let me take care of you. [He pushes Lighter backward onto the bed again and reaches for the drawer on the bedside table, pulling out a tube of unscented hand lotion, nudging Lighter's legs open with his other hand. His pulse is racing at the very thought, but it's about to be so much better.]
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This has been a great night indeed, and it wasn't over yet.]
Hah... do your worst, hot stuff.
[Said as he spread both legs for Maxima to work, kicking his pants further away since they were less than useless by this point.]
View's great from down here. [As if the way Lighter's spare hand ran through his fringe, pushing it back wasn't a perfectly picturesque scene.]
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[He is running out of patience, aching with arousal. Quickly, he coats his fingers in enough of the lotion to make them slide easily, trusting in the heat of his skin to warm it up from room temperature enough that it isn't a complete shock when he runs his fingertips down to find Lighter's entrance. Lighter already said he likes it a little rough, so he's comfortable moving a little more quickly than he otherwise would: he circles it once, testing the give and making sure there's enough lotion, and then slips two fingers inside at once, his whole attention on the other man's expression and responses.]
Just tell me if you need me to slow down, but- I don't want to wait.
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Heavier pants continued as Maxima moved his hands. It had been a few years for Lighter, but he wasn't too tight by any means. It would be easy for Maxima's long fingers to push deep enough to make Lighter's sudden grip on the bed beneath him tighten. Habit had him biting his lip to keep the noise down, but even being a comparatively quiet lover his need and impatient arousal was very palpable.]
Like... hah... I said... do your worst. This ain't my first rodeo, I can take it.
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[He curls his fingers, searching for the spot he remembers, that will have his lover seeing stars. For a moment he thinks about just prodding and stroking until Lighter makes a mess of himself from that alone, just to watch him unravel. The thought makes his breath quicken, but...not tonight. Another time.]
Like this, then? [He's found what he was feeling for, that firm but yielding point, and presses his fingertips into it solidly, a shiver of sympathetic arousal running through him even before he sees Lighter's response.]
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[That would serve as a good answer. The sharp swear, louder than he's been thus far. The tight grip of the bed underneath him. The full body shake and stirring and twitching of his cock.]
Good with your hands, huh...
[He'd like to feel what else Maxima was good with, there was a hint of impatience in his tone but Maxima was doing a great job already.]
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[It's so gratifying, watching how Lighter's enjoying his touch. Increasingly emboldened, he leans upward to nip at the other's collarbone, taking in the scent of his skin. His unoccupied hand toys with one of Lighter's nipples just to add a little more stimulation.]
Does that sound mean you're ready for more? [Some part of him knows Lighter would be fine with it if he just went for it, pulled his fingers out and thrust inside; but all of Maxima's own instincts say that he should take more care than just what the other man is fine with enduring.]
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He was still trembling a bit, just barely holding an impatient groan back.
It was a bit new, honestly. To have someone so damn attentive and careful. The wonders of finally having time for a proper fuck and having an arrangement with someone whose company he enjoyed.]
Yeah, been ready.
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But there are more important things right now, and with explicit permission he withdraws his fingers and finds the lotion again, quickly slicking his own cock with it. He moans softly as he pushes inside, overwhelmed with the tight heat.] Fuck.
[He takes a breath to steady himself, but it doesn't work. He's pushed his own restraint to the breaking point, and all he can do is gasp as he pulls back and thrusts in again, again, finally just indulging in the pleasure. He has just enough presence of mind to wrap his hand around Lighter's cock again, the one that's still slick with lotion, and make sure that he's getting just as much out of this.]
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And by the time he let the last of his restraint go, thrusting over and over inside of Lighter he grabbed a good fistful of that hair. He wasn't thinking, just needed something to grab onto. Lighter was damn near sure he'd lift right off of the bed with how his hips moved into Maxima's hand in tandem with his thrusting.]
Hah... Ahh, fuck you'resogood...!
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Lorenzo-! [The hoarseness in his voice is shocking, he barely sounds like himself as he crests the peak. And then he's coming, hard, thrusts losing their rhythm as his muscles tense and he spills himself inside.]
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When Maxima peaked Lorenzo thrust faster into his hand to reach his own in a desperate heated chase.]
Fuck... fuck, Maxima-! [One he reached not long after Maxima's, making a mess of his stomach and using the last burst of stamina he had to pull the other man down by his hair into a messy and breathless kiss. Groaning, almost growling, into that hot mouth with his climax.]
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He does take a moment to soak in the sight of Lighter looking absolutely wrecked, knowing that he himself is surely no less of a mess right now. There are tissues in the nightstand as well, but he's too languid to reach for them just yet.]
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Clarity started to return in earnest after a few minutes basking in the afterglow, but words were still trailing behind so the most Lighter could muster was turning his head to face Maxima with a lopsided smile.]
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...They really are a mess, and surely he's going to be uncomfortable in a moment. With a sigh, Maxima stretches and turns enough to reach for the bedside drawer, coming away with a box of tissues for them to start wiping down with.]
...That was...amazing. [What a way to end years of celibacy.]
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He was catching the last bit of his breath when he spoke.]
Yeah, it was. [Another laugh.] Good way to end a long dry spell, huh? Damn are you good.
[A pause as he focused on cleaning and his mind started to clear.]
Like having your hair pulled? I'll remember that.
[And he actually will this time because holy shit.]
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That reminder has him blushing again though - as hot as it is to remember, it's also embarrassing how strongly he reacted.]
To be honest, I didn't have any idea it would feel...that good.
[Once they're cleaned up a bit, he settles back down onto the mattress, stretching out a bit.]
...Did you say you forgot your room key?
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[No kink shaming here! But the reminder of the missing room key made him avert his eyes, bashfully scratching at the back of his head.]
Y... Yeah, I did. I don't keep it with my bike's keys so they won't get lost, but. Well.
[Can't lose what you forgot in your room.]
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[It's a little delicate, with the relationship being new and the boundaries they've set still settling into place. But this too can be part of an intimate friendship, right? It still doesn't have to be anything more than what they say it is.]
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[And sparing him a walk of shame. Lighter could do this and it would still be part of the arrangement they had. Though he could admit it was strange in a good way to stay the night. He did shift a little on the bed as a wordless way to say he wouldn't mind if Maxima moved closer.]
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[The bed's big enough for both of them - it has to be, to get one long enough to fit Maxima's frame - but it's not so wide that it's uncomfortable to shift a little closer. Skin contact is nice, and Lighter doesn't seem opposed to the idea either, so once he's tapped the bedside lamps off, he gets within casual touch range and lets his hand naturally settle on Lighter's torso. He's free that way to turn into it or away as his own comfort dictates; Maxima's eyes are already drifting closed as if he might forget which one was chosen by morning.]
Goodnight, then.
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