He's not sure he should push his luck right now, but between the alcohol and the pheromones and the heat in his belly, Ethan can't help himself. Slowly, carefully, he'll pass his hand over the top of the briefs, feeling the bulge, gauging what he's working with.
Not too huge, but not tiny, either. Just right. Perfect, even.
"Is this okay?" He's trying not to push his luck - he just wants to explore.
"Very," Francis murmurs back, stirred to attention under Ethan's touch. He half wonders what surprise there is to find between his legs this time, not daring to tell his husband that his appearance is at Ethan's whim.
Maybe later. There is some fun to be had in that regard but it's a lot.to take on immediately.
Well. It's nothing crazy. He was expecting a cock and that's what he's getting. Ethan's been with men and women in his time, but when he marries a man..
He expects a dick.
"Good. I don't want to overstep." It doesn't seem like that's the case though, when Francis lifts his hips and presses himself into Ethan's hand. He gently palms him, feeling him, tracing his fingers over the fabric before toying with the waistband.
"I mean..." he pulls his hand away, concerned he's doing something Francis doesn't like. "I like it, I guess. I don't go seeking it out or anything like some people do. It's nice to connect with someone but I don't need it. Are you ace or something?"
Truthfully, Ethan probably is on the ace spectrum, in some capacity. Maybe grey. Maybe demi. Labels aren't really something he's spent a lot of time deliberating because in truth, it's never mattered. He's had significant others, he's had sex and he enjoys having it. So whatever that is...
That's what he is. Or something.
He flushes, cheeks coloring again as he wraps his hand around that nice, thick cock.
A pleased noise and Francis grins, moving to roll and climb on top of his husband. Dip in close and lap at his lips before gently nipping. Claiming. Well in that case~
You lovely, vanilla creature. He is going to corrupt you to your core.
A few tugs gets their underwear off and out of the way, and Francis takes in the sight. He's beautiful.
"What do you like best when a lover touches you?" A very personal question as he sinks down to trace kisses along Ethan's inner thigh.
He is painfully vanilla, malleable clay, ready for shaping, spread bare on the bed all for Francis to peruse. He's hard, watching Francis with anticipation, curious and nervous because he is naked as the day he was born.
"Uh," he tries, watching Francis, reaching to brush his fingers through his hair. "I...don't know."
"No? Not at all?" Replacing his kisses with warm tongue before pressing his teeth into soft, vulnerable flesh. Just a little. He won't bite, certainly not to pierce.
His hand roams over Ethan's hip and then down to wrap around his cock.
"I like," pulling back enough to speak, lips vibrating against his skin.
"Trying new things. Feeling safe enough to try new things."
"Ngh," he answers, shivering under his teeth, cock twitching in his hand. "You make me feel safe," he manages, wetting his lips as he shifts a little, cock aching.
Another kiss before he laps at Ethan's thigh and pulls a bruise. It won't last for long but he knows there's blood to call to the surface for a moment. It's pleasing.
"What's something you've always wanted to try but we're never brave enough? That you think about when you're alone. Pleasuring yourself."
Eyes averted as he asks, nosing around in Ethan's pubes as he strokes him.
Right. That's not the direction to go in. Redirect, Francis.
"I'm going to eat you out now if that's alright."
He thinks it will be. He moving to do it anyway. Keep a hand moving on Ethan's dick, spread him with his other. And bury his face. Explore him with that long, forked feeling tongue.
It's been a while, and he was getting married. He'd...well. He'd hoped.
And he's getting his wish. Francis is fantastic with his tongue, and
it's short circuiting his brain, legs falling open, cock hard and twitching
in Francis' grip.
"Francis, Francis stop," he pants, groping for him, because he's so close
and he doesn't want to blow his load like a fucking teenager. "Gimme--gimme
a minute."
He pulls off immediately, total stop, hand moving from Ethan's erection to his thigh. Maintaining contact as to not disconnect completely but he stops everything.
And he will very happily devote all night to making love to his new husband.
He rests back on his knees a little, stroking himself with his free hand.
"With enough practice a man can learn to come over and over again. Wild magic helps if you ask for it."
Not in the tone that Ethan needs help, not at all. More in the tone that Francis wants to fuck him through multiple orgasms and the way he purrs it says exactly that.
"I really don't know anything about magic," he admits, watching his husband
stroke himself as he props himself up on his elbows. It's quite the
intoxicating sight. Francis really is something else.
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Not too huge, but not tiny, either. Just right. Perfect, even.
"Is this okay?" He's trying not to push his luck - he just wants to explore.
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Maybe later. There is some fun to be had in that regard but it's a lot.to take on immediately.
He pushes himself further into Ethan's hand.
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He expects a dick.
"Good. I don't want to overstep." It doesn't seem like that's the case though, when Francis lifts his hips and presses himself into Ethan's hand. He gently palms him, feeling him, tracing his fingers over the fabric before toying with the waistband.
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And he has no plans to force himself on someone who doesn't want it. Feels worth asking.
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Hence asking. But he can see how that could have been interpreted as a veiled confession.
Francis takes Ethan's hand and guides it back down, under his boxers to his warm, hard cock.
"Don't be mistaken, I would very gladly fuck you through this mattress~"
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Truthfully, Ethan probably is on the ace spectrum, in some capacity. Maybe grey. Maybe demi. Labels aren't really something he's spent a lot of time deliberating because in truth, it's never mattered. He's had significant others, he's had sex and he enjoys having it. So whatever that is...
That's what he is. Or something.
He flushes, cheeks coloring again as he wraps his hand around that nice, thick cock.
"I'd let you."
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You lovely, vanilla creature. He is going to corrupt you to your core.
A few tugs gets their underwear off and out of the way, and Francis takes in the sight. He's beautiful.
"What do you like best when a lover touches you?" A very personal question as he sinks down to trace kisses along Ethan's inner thigh.
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"Uh," he tries, watching Francis, reaching to brush his fingers through his hair. "I...don't know."
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"No? Not at all?" Replacing his kisses with warm tongue before pressing his teeth into soft, vulnerable flesh. Just a little. He won't bite, certainly not to pierce.
His hand roams over Ethan's hip and then down to wrap around his cock.
"I like," pulling back enough to speak, lips vibrating against his skin.
"Trying new things. Feeling safe enough to try new things."
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"Ngh," he answers, shivering under his teeth, cock twitching in his hand. "You make me feel safe," he manages, wetting his lips as he shifts a little, cock aching.
"I'm open to new things."
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"I will never intentionally hurt you, Ethan. I swear to you."
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He smiles, tracing his fingers over his hair and cheek, thumbing his skin.
“I trust you.”
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"I trust you, too."
Another kiss before he laps at Ethan's thigh and pulls a bruise. It won't last for long but he knows there's blood to call to the surface for a moment. It's pleasing.
"What's something you've always wanted to try but we're never brave enough? That you think about when you're alone. Pleasuring yourself."
Eyes averted as he asks, nosing around in Ethan's pubes as he strokes him.
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"I..I watched Girls Gone Wild once?" He's fucking embarrassed, maybe he should have lied and said he was ace. He's terrible at this.
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Right. That's not the direction to go in. Redirect, Francis.
"I'm going to eat you out now if that's alright."
He thinks it will be. He moving to do it anyway. Keep a hand moving on Ethan's dick, spread him with his other. And bury his face. Explore him with that long, forked feeling tongue.
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"W-what--oh, fuck," he gasps, because he's not expecting that. He showered and prepped on the hope but oh fuck he didn't expect this.
"Shit, holy fuck," he groans, arching, groaning as Francis works him over.
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Lick you open, nice and wide and deep. Adjust to the sentation and relax. Surrender.
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He...well.
It's been a while, and he was getting married. He'd...well. He'd hoped.
And he's getting his wish. Francis is fantastic with his tongue, and it's short circuiting his brain, legs falling open, cock hard and twitching in Francis' grip.
"Francis, Francis stop," he pants, groping for him, because he's so close and he doesn't want to blow his load like a fucking teenager. "Gimme--gimme a minute."
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"Too much?" Worried.
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"I'm--I'm just close," he pants, flexing his fingers into the sheets. If he had a heartbeat itwould be fluttering wildly.
"Don't wanna come all over the place like a high school boy."
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"Oh."
Well in that case take all the time you need.
"Well, we've got all night."
And he will very happily devote all night to making love to his new husband.
He rests back on his knees a little, stroking himself with his free hand.
"With enough practice a man can learn to come over and over again. Wild magic helps if you ask for it."
Not in the tone that Ethan needs help, not at all. More in the tone that Francis wants to fuck him through multiple orgasms and the way he purrs it says exactly that.
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"I really don't know anything about magic," he admits, watching his husband stroke himself as he props himself up on his elbows. It's quite the intoxicating sight. Francis really is something else.
"I just know I want you to make love to me."
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"With wild abandon"
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At least the body Francis has is pretty normal for a human. No tentacles, no porn star cock, just...normal. He's sexy. He's gorgeous.
One wonders what he would see if he were able to be the way he wanted to be, as opposed to what his lovers see.
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