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intercalaryninja

[He holds himself to a certain image. He doesn't expect Speedwagon to meet that standard but he likes to think he makes it!]

I do not know. It is not like I have had sex with you before. [Tsukikage's words are short, clipped, and getting dangerously close to the edge. He curls tighter against Speedwagon and writhes under his touch.]

I am ready. [He knows his limits, after all.] Please~ help me~

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speedweed

Mm, I suppose that is true~ [He's just the absolute worst, but he can tell by his words, tone, and the writhing that he's probably pushing him just a little too far.

Which is precisely why he stops his games for the time being, slowly pulling his fingers back, and humming briefly to himself as he reaches for the bottle again to quickly coat his cock with a soft hiss of breath. Maybe he was torturing himself just as much as teasing him.]

No need to tell me twice, dearest. [And as cheesy as ever. He reaches for his hips, gently shifting him so this is a little easier on the both of them before finding a good angle and making certainly to go slowly, he knows well enough that while he's certainly done enough preparing and that Tsukikage knows his own body that a dick is certainly different than fingers. And by god is he biting his lip to muffle a low moan once he finally gets at least he head in, claws digging into the flesh of his hips.]

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intercalaryninja

[Honestly, he could put up with more but he wants it now. And that's what's important. Tsukikage moans quietly, momentarily missing his fingers.]

Dearest... [It's shocking that the name makes him blush. But Tsukikage has no time to laugh about his own bashfulness because finally he's in. Tsukikage gasps as he feels the man's fingers and he curls his legs around Speedwagon.]

Mghk... That is... a good first impression.