Lazarus: ExploringMature

He nipped my lip all teasingly and I responded by impatiently undoing his jeans and slipping a hand below the waistband of his boxers. I explored his member with my fingers, appreciating what I felt. I was honestly too interested in exploring the rest of him to care much about whether he was playing with my hair or not, or the amused look he gave me as he watched me pushing his jeans and boxers down. Kicking them off the bed, I shuffled down underneath him, licking him. His fingers were in my hair again, but I was intent on making him feel good. I sucked and teased and licked and nibbled in all the right ways, eliciting plenty of satisfying moans from him. I started shuffling back upward, paying attention to as many sensitive spots on his body as I could; he enjoyed the attention, and I enjoyed finding out what he liked the best. He smiled as I looked up at him.

"Don't do anything just to humour me, Line," I said, trailing a couple of fingers up and down his side.

"I'm not,” he replied, confused.

"I just... I want you to want it too," I could feel the embarrassment flaring up in the pit of my stomach as I said it, feeling instantly like I’d made a mess of it all and made everything awkward.

He stroked my cheek, "I do."

I smiled, still a little embarrassed by myself. "I wanted to make sure," I told him, earning myself a slow kiss. He started to undress me, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders before moving onto my jeans. I responded in kind, removing what I hadn’t already, and watched as Line picked up the lube. He didn’t look like he was entirely sure what he was doing, bless him, but I showed him that he had to lube himself as well as my hole to make it easier, and how he could stretch me out to get me ready for him.

He did what I showed him and pushed up inside of me. I held onto him, my legs around his waist once more as he took me, his lips against mine. In fact, I don’t think his lips often left my own for more than a few moments to breathe at a time. I didn’t mind. Although he didn’t have the same experience with other men, he certainly had something about him that I’d only found in a few people. I could never put my finger on what it was, but it was definitely something I’d do my best to hold onto, rebound or not.

We ended up dissolving into a pile of snuggles and jellified happiness. He was holding me in this tight cuddle, and I was rubbing my face against his chest in a half assed attempt to quell my instinctual urge to scent him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

"How do you feel about me?" Line asked in this all too casual voice all of a sudden. I hadn’t been expecting that, and I wasn’t too certain what my answer was or what he wanted it to be. I looked up at him, resting my head on his chest.

“I’m not sure,” I told him quietly. I thought about it for a moment, telling myself that he was just curious and not interested in me anyway. "I like you. I love having you around all the time,” I answered eventually, deciding that honesty was the best way to go. He hummed, but other than that, he gave away nothing. I hesitated a little, "What about you? How do you feel about me?"

He had to think about his answer too. "It's difficult to explain." I was curious. "I don't love you like family, but I don't love you like a partner. Not that I don't want to." I nodded a little, only half understanding. Did that mean he wanted me or not? "I wouldn't mind thinking of you like that, but I wouldn't ask anything of you so soon after Fate." I sighed a little, doing my best not to think about Fate. I’d managed to keep him out of my head all day, so there was no point in ruining it now.

"Well, like I said before, I don't want to end up making you my rebound and hurting you. I don't think I'd forgive myself if I hurt you,” I found myself blushing again, and he held me closer against him. “You have got to stop making me blush so much,” I whined, burying my face in his shoulder, “dick.”

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