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-When the other hand joins the one already on his waistband, he lets out a very soft albeit encouraging noise, pressing his lips against the other’s briefly to draw a kiss from him. He raises a brow, smirking.- Suddenly shy again? -He pushes his hips slightly against the other’s hands.- Go on, then. Or are you too meek? -He chuckles.-

-Returning the kiss with yet another blush at his statement, he gives a quiet noise. He bit his lip lightly, fingers fumbling as he unfastens his trousers. His eyes flicker up again, thumbs hooking into both those and underwear to push them down, leaning up against him as he pushes them as far as he can in his position. His eyes then wander down, still biting his lip, and he swallows back a noise- both nervous and excited.-

-When he notices the other experiencing a little difficulty, he removes the trousers and underwear completely, kicking them out of the way. He lets out a little laugh at the boy’s wandering eyes, lowering himself again a little with a rather throaty groan when their bodies are close again.- 

-He quivers, hard, when bodies make contact again, both hands falling to the other’s hips as he flushes. He moans, biting his lip, and arches against him, his body reacting almost of its own accord to the new sensations. After a moment’s hesitation, he moves in to kiss him again, tentative but more sure of himself then he’d shown before.-

-His hand now reaches to fist in the other’s hair as he reciprocates the kiss with enthusiasm, hips moving against the other’s again, though now without the irritating barrier of clothing. Pulling away from the kiss after a moment, he leans closer to the other’s ear, murmuring.- Are you sure about this? -Of course, in Dorian’s eyes there is no turning back now, but he deems it best to ask anyway.-

-Fingers grip at his hips, moaning into the kiss at the friction between them. He bit his lip again lightly when they parted, his eyes closing briefly. He was nervous again - more so then before - but he wouldn’t- or couldn’t back out now. He nods, lips brushing against Dorian’s jaw.- Y-yes, I’m sure…

-Giving the other a brief kiss, he leaves the sofa for just a moment. He realises that it’s lucky he keeps “supplies” for such occasions - the boy is obviously nervous enough without being scared off more. When he returns with what is needed, he is perfectly gentle and slow in his administrations, being patient for once in his life as he is aware of just how inexperienced the other is.- 

-He returns the brief kiss, leaning back into the sofa when the other leaves. He waits, albeit a bit impatiently, worrying his lip between his teeth. He’s trying to keep his nerves from getting the best of him, trying to remain relaxed. When the other returns, he watches for only a few moments before he closes his eyes, biting back noises both of pleasure and the slightest bit of discomfort.-

-He continues his steady work, lips trailing over the other’s cheek bone as he does so. He knows that his aim is to gain the other’s trust if he wants interest and pleasure, so he is as “nice” as can be for now, murmuring gently into his ear affectionately, though unable to keep the slight hungry edge from entering his voice.- Alright?

-Breathing still labored, it takes him a moment to respond this time. He’s quivering again as he nods, lips brushing against his jaw once more while he shifts slightly.- Y-yes. -He mutters, almost absently, still as breathless. However, the way in which Dorian was proceeding with him was definitely calming his nerves.-

-He lets out a low hum.- Good. -After a moment, he halts his administrations, kissing him gently in an attempt to distract him for a moment, before proceeding to act on the desire he’s felt ever since he first met the boy. It is more difficult now to be gentle and he lets out a soft groan.- 

-He returns the kiss, tensing briefly and again giving mixed noises, his hands coming up to either side of Dorian’s neck. He tries to focus on the kiss, the pleasure over the discomfort. Still tense, he bites, gently and almost unknowingly, at Dorian’s bottom lip, eyes still closed.-

-Breathing dissolving into panting, he nudges the other’s mouth slightly with his own, trying not to lose control, aware that it will do no good.- Relax. -He knows it’s easier said than done, but there is little else he can do for now, hands gripping at his hips.- 

-His own breath becomes shallower still, ragged, as he tries to obey. It takes a few moments before he does, if only just. His fingers dig lightly into neck and shoulder respectively, his eyes half-open as he looks up at him. He curses softly now and then, and once he’s finally able to relax, he lets himself reciprocate again.-

-He lets out a slightly relieved groan, finally able to indulge himself. He’s slow at first, careful, but soon he is unable to think about being gentle anymore, hands gripping at the other’s hips and sides, nose and mouth resting against his neck whilst he inhales deeply, taking everything he can.- Nng… God…