[ He has to blink for a minute on and off to try and clear his head a bit, but he...does shake his head slightly. ] Don't you-- I mean... [ How do you words when you're almost so turned on you're almost shaking??? ] I can't think straight. [ It comes out as a half laugh as he shuts his eyes briefly, hands moving to rub her arms to try and soothe himself just as much as her.
He gives her a kiss, mouth sinking to hers as his hand slides down along her chest, but he stops at her tummy, palm and fingers splaying out. ] Do you want me to...?
[ Look it isn't as though he 100% got what she meant earlier either. This is nerve wracking for the both of them, utterly new. He tries to keep his breathing steady as his hand pulls away until only his index and middle fingertips are touching her and drags his hand a little lower. They brush just lightly over to top of her underwear, his hand still shaking despite himself. ]
Do you... [ This truly is difficult... She wasn't wrong. ] ...want me to touch [ help ] you too?
[ oh. god. she buries her face in his chest again before giving a proper answer, not wanting him to see how awful and embarrassed she looks. she certainly didn't expect that... and a part of her wants to say no because she doesn't want to embarrass herself any further because if his hands did go down, he'd find that her underwear's gotten a bit wet. it might be a natural reaction to something like this but...
it's still awkward.
she nods slowly, though, not wanting to refuse him anything. and at least she isn't the one telling him to do that. he's actually asking if he could, which makes things just a tad bit better. ]
[ At least this time he knows it's because she's embarrassed though, and it isn't like he's much better off. His free hand strokes her hair, holds her gently as his other hand slips lower until he brushes her through the material. He tests with just his fingertips at first, lips parting when he can feel the dampness there because oh god.
He doesn't know what he's doing either though, so to start he just runs his index finger against her, sliding the digit between her legs to hopefully let her get used to being touched there too. ] How do I...? [ He swallows as he turns his hand, using two fingers to gently rub her through her underwear, trying to see if there's any places she reacts to more.
this is terrible. this is bad. but ah... how does athena even respond to something like that??????? she knows what to do - not that she's ever done it before, but still. having to teach someone how to do it is a lot different, though? and it's a terrifying thought, if he did do it eventually.
she shifts a bit though, finding the contact ticklish. she whispers it to him, too, while her face is still buried on his chest. "it tickles", she says, but that's only before her chest starts pounding again. ]
You don't— [ just stroke it, though, merlin!?!?!? ah... she's too flushed to actually say it, though. ] I— You're supposed to-- [ put it inside. . . but ah, she seriously can't bring herself to say it. or do anything about it. ]
[ Look she said she didn't know when she was trying to please him??? He figured it was okay???
Then again maybe it's different when you've found yourself with twenty million hormones and it's difficult to ignore when you're a guy. It becomes obvious, and can get painful if you don't do something about it.
When she says "you don't" though he half pulls his hand away to shakily skim the hem of her underwear instead. ] Is it...? [ Is it better if he actually touches her? He obviously knows anatomically it's completely different to deal with but that's all a medical... scientific thing. This is different. ]
[ ah, god... this is hard. especially when a part of her wants to speak up, while another part of her wants to sew her own mouth shut. this is so awkward and embarrassing on so many different levels.
she lets out a groan, more frustrated with herself for not being able to parse words properly. who knew things would be so difficult... it always seemed like people knew what they were doing in the movies. . . ] It's fine— [ it still feels good, anyway... ]
[ The only problem is that she's being using "it's fine" to cover most "it's okay" things and it sounds like permission??? Athena...
It means that a few seconds after (he needs to gather courage for this jfc) he ends up wiggling his hand between the fabric and her skin anyway. There's only a brief second before he presses lower, feeling how slick she is. It's definitely easier like this, but it's also... definitely embarrassing for them both.
She won't let him see her face, so he has to just kind of gauge how it all feels by how her body reacts anyway. He holds his breath (it's too harsh, too loud) as he slowly rubs two fingers up against her, feeling along her body in a sort of awe. Like this though, it's definitely much easier to tell where she's more sensitive, to curl his hand until his finger finds her entrance and now he's gasping before of how hot she feels.
Athena now would be the time to speak up if you aren't comfortable with this... ]
her back arches at the contact, finding this to be a bit too overwhelming. her hand falls to his leg, while another grips tighter on his shoulder, fingers slowly digging into his skin. ah... this is too much, but.
but.
she wants it.
she breathes in long and deep, and breathes out the same way. her breath probably making his chest a little wet from the mist. this... this is fine. this is fine. . . if they've reached this point, then should she be more forward? should she ask him to take off his pants? ah...
[ He can feel her spine arching because of how close they are. Maybe it's not too much, but ... her boobs do stand out enough to feel the way they sometimes brush against him considering her head is still on his chest. He takes it as a sign to slip a finger into her, exhaling sharply at how hot and tight she feels. It's still hesitant, more exploratory than anything else as he presses it against her inner walls.
He ends up squirming a little too, starting to ache from the pressure in his trousers so yes... he is hard jesus fucking christ.
His mind feels like it's about to explode too. He might have had a dirty dream here or there recently but it doesn't compare to this. ]
[ she definitely is so tight, ah... and jesus, it doesn't even matter that it's only a finger there. it's her first time doing something like this and something like that inside her feels so big as if it's throbbing.
she bites her lip, trying to control herself from making any sounds, but she does moan a little. because while it does hurt a little bit, she's actually getting some pleasure from it.
unable to control herself any longer, she uses the back of her index and middle finger and rubs his length with it, each finger covering a side. because tbh it's pretty difficult to give someone a handjob when they're clothed ok ok. ]
[ Oh g o d. The moan actually makes him shiver a bit, because it means that okay, this is going better than before, even if he's still as lost as she is. He is trying to make sure she's okay, that she's enjoying this as much as he is though.
He curves his finger just a little, presses in as far as he can go and stills it to hopefully let her get used to this. It gives him a moment when she touches him again too. A moment long enough for his free hand to move to her face, under her chin to try and get her to turn to him. It isn't so he can look her, he just-- ] Let me kiss you.
[ He wants as much contact with her as he can get, especially when he starts to slide his finger out again, sliding it back in just as slowly. ]
[ oh god indeed. she does look up at him when he touches her face, but she ends up squirming a bit when he pulls his finger out and slides it in again, shutting her eyes close and praying to god for her dear life.
she makes an incomprehensible noise again, breathing right at his face, not being able to control what she's feeling. it feels so good... and she definitely wants more. at the same time though, she wants him to feel good. this isn't just about her--it's about them. and she doesn't even ask permission this time when she unzips his trousers so she can put her hand in there.
[ He kisses her when her eyes close to the point where it might be almost bruising. It's sloppier than it was before though, and he has to break away to pant against her when she unzips his trousers and slides her hand in. His own hand slides into her a little faster from the surprise of it too, pressing as deep as he can. His thumb slips up against her too, pressing against her body, rubbing up as he tries to find his footing again.
His other hand drops to help her push his trousers aside, trying to make it easier for her because this has been awkward enough already. She'll find that his own underwear is already damp in one spot too though... for obvious reasons. ]
[ it's a bit difficult to move right now but she tries her best so that she's out of the way and he can pull and push his pants off in peace. she helps a way though, tugging on it when she can and it'll eventually probably join the pile of clothes on the floor. god help them.
but then his finger kind of just zooms up inside her and she can't help but mouth his name rather loudly and airy. god... but she only lets that distract her for a bit because she really wants to return the favour and touch him back. she hesitates once she can finally touch his skin, only going for it after a couple of breaths because who knew something like this takes a lot of confidence? the way she touches him is gentle at first, her fingers holding onto his shaft and stroking it, but she'll pick up the pace if he does too. ]
[ He ends up having to kick them off when they're at the bottom but this is fine. Mostly.
He isn't fine when she says his name like that though, and given how it's louder before, more breathless he does it again. He pushes his finger into her faster, lets his other hand move up to push her other bra strap off her shoulder now. He doesn't try and take it off, but he does let his hand wiggle under the fabric to touch her bare skin. If his finger is already inside her, he somehow doubts he needs to ask permission for this.
Though his fingers squeeze more than he anticipated when her fingers wrap around him and strokes, a low moan falling out as his hips try to twitch towards her hand. ]
[ she can feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering about. and god, she can't help but moan again when he pushes deeper and faster again. she just can't control it. someone please send help...
it hurts a little bit though when he squeezes her breast like that, it's just a bit too much. she lets out a soft but pained "ah" before she goes back to trying to catch her breath. it's a pretty difficult feat when all your heart is literally racing with your body. despite that though, her hold on him remains, not letting go. she matches his pace, stroking what she can. ]
[ He can't even tell where the butterflies are anymore, his skin tingles all over and he can't think anymore. He does at least realise his mistake, whispers out a soft sorry as he curves his hand instead, hoping that he doesn't end up surprised by how good something feels and does it again.
While his hand is like that though, he reaches to trap her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently. Hopefully she won't fall back off his lap while they're like this though because he isn't holding her against him now and he can feel his hips trying to roll into her hand.
It's when she matches his pace that his head tips back with a moan. At least this time when his eyes flash and a clock drops from his table, the cabinet rolling along a bit, she should know it isn't... a bad sign. His finger inside her stutters a bit. Though she's wet enough now that he tries to press in another finger, slowing his pace to make sure it isn't too much of a push but honestly he's just feeling a desperate need to make sure they both get the best out of this. ]
[ she doesn't even hear the clock fall, her head just so busy with whatever this is. merlin can do unconscious magic all he likes because right now, athena isn't even paying attention to anything but this pleasurable feeling and making sure he's feeling the same thing she's feeling right now.
when he puts another finger in, she gasps, though at least she doesn't call his name anymore and isn't being loud??? it hurts a little, partly because this is a new sensation and because of how tight she is. it hurts, but she still likes it. though the additional pressure in her though sends her to pull a little faster.
at the very least, she won't fall because one hand is on his shoulder and is gripping tightly. ]
[ His heart is pounding so hard he can only hear that in his ears, even her gasp is quiet in comparison. He does slow his hand with the two fingers though, knowing it probably isn't going to be as easy now. He wants his hand free though, so after a moment of trying to catch his breath (impossible, honestly) he nudges her bra down enough so his mouth can press against her skin. He leaves an open kiss there, his hand moving to clutch at her back as his hips do buck up this time.
He seems to forget that he was trying to wait with his fingers too and ends up pumping them into her again, sliding them all the way out and rubbing up against her to the point where the side of his thumb nudges against her clit as he moves his hand.
[ between that kiss and his fingers, she can barely contain herself. she moans again, tilting her body backwards a bit as she tries to take in a little more oxygen.
whatever merlin is doing though, he should keep doing it. it tickles but not in the same way that it does when his fingers play with her sides. the feeling is worlds apart. this is so much better.
there's not much she can do now but keep doing what she's doing, though her hold on his shaft gets a bit more intense as time ticks because this feeling is honestly just as intense. ]
[ His hand flattens against her back, supporting her just as much as she's supporting herself when she leans back. His tongue slides over her skin before he just has to bury his face there as orgasm hits. He groans out her name in gasps, eyes wide as he stares at her skin but he isn't really seeing anything. He loses control of himself, drawers go flying out of place, his wardrobe doors open and shut a couple of times... His room is a fucking mess, honestly.
All he can do is just roll his hips and slam his fingers into her as fast as he can. It's slippy now, his thumb unknowingly grinding down against her at the same time with a little more pressure. Nothing too harsh, but it should amp up the experience. ]
[ god. there's the rattling noises and then there's merlin cumming and athena just loses it. her hand is so wet now, and she pulls away slowly as if in complete disbelief that everything just happened. but ah... this just means that she did good, right? ] Hah... Did I do that right? [ she really has to ask to make sure.
she certainly didn't expect the sudden pressure on her though and she leans back again. god help her. she really needs it right now. ]
[ He's shivering a little as he tries to wind down and he can't trust his voice right now, so all he can do is nod against her. He slowly pulls himself away, probably looking like an utter mess if anything. ]
You haven't...? [ Well she definitely feels wet but she hasn't reacted like he did yet so-- jesus what are you supposed to do?!?! ]
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He gives her a kiss, mouth sinking to hers as his hand slides down along her chest, but he stops at her tummy, palm and fingers splaying out. ] Do you want me to...?
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she tilts her head to the side a bit, not sure what he means. it's not her fault that it's her first time doing a lot of these things... cries. ] To?
[ sorry, merlin... ]
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Do you... [ This truly is difficult... She wasn't wrong. ] ...want me to touch [ help ] you too?
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[ oh. god. she buries her face in his chest again before giving a proper answer, not wanting him to see how awful and embarrassed she looks. she certainly didn't expect that... and a part of her wants to say no because she doesn't want to embarrass herself any further because if his hands did go down, he'd find that her underwear's gotten a bit wet. it might be a natural reaction to something like this but...
it's still awkward.
she nods slowly, though, not wanting to refuse him anything. and at least she isn't the one telling him to do that. he's actually asking if he could, which makes things just a tad bit better. ]
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He doesn't know what he's doing either though, so to start he just runs his index finger against her, sliding the digit between her legs to hopefully let her get used to being touched there too. ] How do I...? [ He swallows as he turns his hand, using two fingers to gently rub her through her underwear, trying to see if there's any places she reacts to more.
Sorry he probably has no idea...at all... ]
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this is terrible. this is bad. but ah... how does athena even respond to something like that??????? she knows what to do - not that she's ever done it before, but still. having to teach someone how to do it is a lot different, though? and it's a terrifying thought, if he did do it eventually.
she shifts a bit though, finding the contact ticklish. she whispers it to him, too, while her face is still buried on his chest. "it tickles", she says, but that's only before her chest starts pounding again. ]
You don't— [ just stroke it, though, merlin!?!?!? ah... she's too flushed to actually say it, though. ] I— You're supposed to-- [ put it inside. . . but ah, she seriously can't bring herself to say it. or do anything about it. ]
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Then again maybe it's different when you've found yourself with twenty million hormones and it's difficult to ignore when you're a guy. It becomes obvious, and can get painful if you don't do something about it.
When she says "you don't" though he half pulls his hand away to shakily skim the hem of her underwear instead. ] Is it...? [ Is it better if he actually touches her? He obviously knows anatomically it's completely different to deal with but that's all a medical... scientific thing. This is different. ]
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she lets out a groan, more frustrated with herself for not being able to parse words properly. who knew things would be so difficult... it always seemed like people knew what they were doing in the movies. . . ] It's fine— [ it still feels good, anyway... ]
sweats
It means that a few seconds after (he needs to gather courage for this jfc) he ends up wiggling his hand between the fabric and her skin anyway. There's only a brief second before he presses lower, feeling how slick she is. It's definitely easier like this, but it's also... definitely embarrassing for them both.
She won't let him see her face, so he has to just kind of gauge how it all feels by how her body reacts anyway. He holds his breath (it's too harsh, too loud) as he slowly rubs two fingers up against her, feeling along her body in a sort of awe. Like this though, it's definitely much easier to tell where she's more sensitive, to curl his hand until his finger finds her entrance and now he's gasping before of how hot she feels.
Athena now would be the time to speak up if you aren't comfortable with this... ]
SHAKES YOU
her back arches at the contact, finding this to be a bit too overwhelming. her hand falls to his leg, while another grips tighter on his shoulder, fingers slowly digging into his skin. ah... this is too much, but.
but.
she wants it.
she breathes in long and deep, and breathes out the same way. her breath probably making his chest a little wet from the mist. this... this is fine. this is fine. . . if they've reached this point, then should she be more forward? should she ask him to take off his pants? ah...
this is really hard.
and so is he fdassdg]CRIES
He ends up squirming a little too, starting to ache from the pressure in his trousers so yes... he is hard jesus fucking christ.
His mind feels like it's about to explode too. He might have had a dirty dream here or there recently but it doesn't compare to this. ]
WHY
she bites her lip, trying to control herself from making any sounds, but she does moan a little. because while it does hurt a little bit, she's actually getting some pleasure from it.
unable to control herself any longer, she uses the back of her index and middle finger and rubs his length with it, each finger covering a side. because tbh it's pretty difficult to give someone a handjob when they're clothed ok ok. ]
this is embarrassing
He curves his finger just a little, presses in as far as he can go and stills it to hopefully let her get used to this. It gives him a moment when she touches him again too. A moment long enough for his free hand to move to her face, under her chin to try and get her to turn to him. It isn't so he can look her, he just-- ] Let me kiss you.
[ He wants as much contact with her as he can get, especially when he starts to slide his finger out again, sliding it back in just as slowly. ]
why are we doing this
she makes an incomprehensible noise again, breathing right at his face, not being able to control what she's feeling. it feels so good... and she definitely wants more. at the same time though, she wants him to feel good. this isn't just about her--it's about them. and she doesn't even ask permission this time when she unzips his trousers so she can put her hand in there.
ah... ]
because they're dumb and silly?!?!?
His other hand drops to help her push his trousers aside, trying to make it easier for her because this has been awkward enough already. She'll find that his own underwear is already damp in one spot too though... for obvious reasons. ]
Breathes heavily
but then his finger kind of just zooms up inside her and she can't help but mouth his name rather loudly and airy. god... but she only lets that distract her for a bit because she really wants to return the favour and touch him back. she hesitates once she can finally touch his skin, only going for it after a couple of breaths because who knew something like this takes a lot of confidence? the way she touches him is gentle at first, her fingers holding onto his shaft and stroking it, but she'll pick up the pace if he does too. ]
breathes deeply...
He isn't fine when she says his name like that though, and given how it's louder before, more breathless he does it again. He pushes his finger into her faster, lets his other hand move up to push her other bra strap off her shoulder now. He doesn't try and take it off, but he does let his hand wiggle under the fabric to touch her bare skin. If his finger is already inside her, he somehow doubts he needs to ask permission for this.
Though his fingers squeeze more than he anticipated when her fingers wrap around him and strokes, a low moan falling out as his hips try to twitch towards her hand. ]
I'm suffering so much right now
it hurts a little bit though when he squeezes her breast like that, it's just a bit too much. she lets out a soft but pained "ah" before she goes back to trying to catch her breath. it's a pretty difficult feat when all your heart is literally racing with your body. despite that though, her hold on him remains, not letting go. she matches his pace, stroking what she can. ]
are you....
While his hand is like that though, he reaches to trap her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently. Hopefully she won't fall back off his lap while they're like this though because he isn't holding her against him now and he can feel his hips trying to roll into her hand.
It's when she matches his pace that his head tips back with a moan. At least this time when his eyes flash and a clock drops from his table, the cabinet rolling along a bit, she should know it isn't... a bad sign. His finger inside her stutters a bit. Though she's wet enough now that he tries to press in another finger, slowing his pace to make sure it isn't too much of a push but honestly he's just feeling a desperate need to make sure they both get the best out of this. ]
Yes
when he puts another finger in, she gasps, though at least she doesn't call his name anymore and isn't being loud??? it hurts a little, partly because this is a new sensation and because of how tight she is. it hurts, but she still likes it. though the additional pressure in her though sends her to pull a little faster.
at the very least, she won't fall because one hand is on his shoulder and is gripping tightly. ]
cuddles you?!?!
He seems to forget that he was trying to wait with his fingers too and ends up pumping them into her again, sliding them all the way out and rubbing up against her to the point where the side of his thumb nudges against her clit as he moves his hand.
ah... ]
Get away from me
whatever merlin is doing though, he should keep doing it. it tickles but not in the same way that it does when his fingers play with her sides. the feeling is worlds apart. this is so much better.
there's not much she can do now but keep doing what she's doing, though her hold on his shaft gets a bit more intense as time ticks because this feeling is honestly just as intense. ]
noooooooooooo
All he can do is just roll his hips and slam his fingers into her as fast as he can. It's slippy now, his thumb unknowingly grinding down against her at the same time with a little more pressure. Nothing too harsh, but it should amp up the experience. ]
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she certainly didn't expect the sudden pressure on her though and she leans back again. god help her. she really needs it right now. ]
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You haven't...? [ Well she definitely feels wet but she hasn't reacted like he did yet so-- jesus what are you supposed to do?!?! ]
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