Yeah. Definitely weird. Definitely an entirely new feeling, and he'd sort of assumed he was past the age where that was something he might ever come across, but apparently not, because this is not like anything he's ever done before.
And it's strange. A weird mirroring of things he's done, himself, with the women he's been with, only that had been pliant and easy and nobody had ever seemed uncomfortable, generally speaking. There wasn't a lot of prep involved, aside from foreplay, it's not like the mechanics needed to be helped along like this.
But now it's not his finger, it's Steve's, and it feels so bizarre, this fullness that he can't place, hasn't felt before. It's not painful, thankfully, but he wouldn't exactly classify it as comfortable, either. It just...is. And then there's movement, slow but purposeful, and Steve going a little deeper, and this is, he's not, part of him wants to protect his manhood and the other part of him thinks that whole idea is a load of crap, does it matter whose finger is where, who is fucking who? It doesn't make him a girl, doesn't make him any less in control of what he does, what he wants.
Right?
It's definitely not unpleasant, once he gets used to it. Pressure, filling. Slick friction against something that nudges cautiously in the direction of good, and then Steve shifts his hand and it flashes full into it, with a surprising speed that takes what little breath he's got left away, strangles it in his chest and makes his fingers clench, where they've moved to Steve's back and his arm. "That's more like it."
Tense words, confused and dropping like quarters, and he shifts his hips, experimentally, tries pushing himself further, and gets another flash of heat that leaves him shaking gently, from the way his muscles are keyed up, from the surprising shotgun flare of unexpected pleasure.
It's not enough. Not nearly enough, and he's not an idiot, he doesn't expect the first time to be smooth, or good, or to wind up a pro before sleep whacks them over the head with a mallet, but it's heartening, to say the least.
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Date: 2013-06-01 08:05 pm (UTC)And it's strange. A weird mirroring of things he's done, himself, with the women he's been with, only that had been pliant and easy and nobody had ever seemed uncomfortable, generally speaking. There wasn't a lot of prep involved, aside from foreplay, it's not like the mechanics needed to be helped along like this.
But now it's not his finger, it's Steve's, and it feels so bizarre, this fullness that he can't place, hasn't felt before. It's not painful, thankfully, but he wouldn't exactly classify it as comfortable, either. It just...is. And then there's movement, slow but purposeful, and Steve going a little deeper, and this is, he's not, part of him wants to protect his manhood and the other part of him thinks that whole idea is a load of crap, does it matter whose finger is where, who is fucking who? It doesn't make him a girl, doesn't make him any less in control of what he does, what he wants.
Right?
It's definitely not unpleasant, once he gets used to it. Pressure, filling. Slick friction against something that nudges cautiously in the direction of good, and then Steve shifts his hand and it flashes full into it, with a surprising speed that takes what little breath he's got left away, strangles it in his chest and makes his fingers clench, where they've moved to Steve's back and his arm. "That's more like it."
Tense words, confused and dropping like quarters, and he shifts his hips, experimentally, tries pushing himself further, and gets another flash of heat that leaves him shaking gently, from the way his muscles are keyed up, from the surprising shotgun flare of unexpected pleasure.
It's not enough. Not nearly enough, and he's not an idiot, he doesn't expect the first time to be smooth, or good, or to wind up a pro before sleep whacks them over the head with a mallet, but it's heartening, to say the least.