[He's pressing his thighs a little further apart now, settling in between the open V of his legs. Hands still on his hips, lifting and adjusting until he's right where he wants him.]
I think it's probably the beard. That makes you look kind of suspicious. In a good way.
[Well, okay, he's not sure how he's supposed to respond to that feeling -- except starting to giggle definitely seems like a good choice. He's not sure he could stop himself from laughing, actually. It doesn't feel bad, not at all, it's just weird and different. But then again, he's always been a fan of weird and different. He hopes the giggling doesn't make Oliver stop.]
[A chance to talk? He'll take that anytime he can get it.]
Um, okay... it's kind of weird. Not bad weird, just kind of weird. It doesn't hurt, or anything, which I kind of thought it would. And it seems like it could probably, you know, evolve into good weird. I don't know if I used 'weird' enough in that explanation, maybe I should say it a couple more times just for the hell of it.
Let me know when it starts moving more towards the 'good' side.
[Oliver is just going to take his time, moving his fingers inside him. His free hand reaches for his cock again, just giving it a few careful strokes now and then as he moves and crooks his fingers.]
[He's not particularly bothered by it. How would anything ever get done if he wasn't a little pushy? He's cut off from saying anything further by the kiss -- and from moaning insistently into Oliver's mouth. That should probably be a sign of approval, too.]
< small>[That noise is too good not to want to replicate. He keeps twisting his fingers inside him, scissoring and working him open slowly.
He's certainly pretty hard himself by now, and he would love nothing more than to sink right into his willing body. But what he would really like to hear a lot more is Ginsberg begging for it first.]
[He'll have to break away from that kiss to beg for anything, and for a few long moments he's not willing to, because he's too wrapped up in how good it all feels. But that need to talk overtakes him eventually, and he pulls back from the kiss just for the sake of letting out a couple more of those little moans, and then speaking...]
You're... Really good at that. How... How're you so good at that? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I'm pretty sure you're trying to drive me crazy.
[Oliver's a little flushed by now himself, certainly breathing more heavily. He keeps his eyes locked on Ginsberg's as he moves his fingers wider apart, testing how far he can open him up.]
I think you can probably tell it's working really well. Isn't that obvious?
[Partially due to how characteristically squirmy he is, of course. He more he's enjoying himself, the less he can possibly stay still. And since he's practically thrashing around now, and certainly lifting his hips off the bed, that's a good sign.]
Come on, roll over. You want to be on your knees for this.
[I hope you're not sick of being manhandled around, Ginsberg, because it really is going to keep happening. He settles Ginsberg up on all fours, sliding in behind him.
Ever the tease, he doesn't make any move to push into yet, just rocks his cock against the back of his thighs.]
[He's more than happy being manhandled, really -- why would he complain about it? -- and willingly lets himself be settled onto his hands and knees, arching his back slightly, wiggling his butt just for the hell of it, and then completely unable to avoid laughing.]
In my mind that was supposed to be kind of seductive. In reality I think I just looked really, really silly.
[He gives Ginsberg's ass a little slap, soothing it after with slow circles of his hand. He slides two fingers inside him again, just testing, seeing his reaction.]
You think? I always kind of thought that for me, they were. Because it's hard to look really seductive when you also look really stupid.
[It's also hard to tell which action of Oliver's garners the more entertaining response -- the slap on the ass, which results in a little yelp of surprise, or the fingers, which results in a demanding moan, and a needy shift of his hips back towards Oliver.]
Well, I knew I liked you for a reason. A lot of reasons, actually. You're pretty great...
[He probably would have made more babbling compliments, too, except, yep, that's definitely the right spot to make him yelp again, though this time in a less surprised and more excited way.]
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[He's pressing his thighs a little further apart now, settling in between the open V of his legs. Hands still on his hips, lifting and adjusting until he's right where he wants him.]
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[That doesn't seem to bother him, though, since he's letting himself be adjusted and moved around without really knowing what's going to happen next.]
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[DAMMIT he's been found out.
In retaliation, he'll just open the bottle of lube, slicking up two fingers.]
I won't bother asking this time, then. Since it's probably a trick.
[One hand under his thigh, he hikes his leg up a little for a better angle and starts just circling his entrance gently.]
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[Well, okay, he's not sure how he's supposed to respond to that feeling -- except starting to giggle definitely seems like a good choice. He's not sure he could stop himself from laughing, actually. It doesn't feel bad, not at all, it's just weird and different. But then again, he's always been a fan of weird and different. He hopes the giggling doesn't make Oliver stop.]
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I want you to tell me exactly how this feels as I'm doing it.
[starting with just one finger first, not moving around too much yet.]
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Um, okay... it's kind of weird. Not bad weird, just kind of weird. It doesn't hurt, or anything, which I kind of thought it would. And it seems like it could probably, you know, evolve into good weird. I don't know if I used 'weird' enough in that explanation, maybe I should say it a couple more times just for the hell of it.
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[He's going to move the finger around gently for a while before adding a second, waiting to see what reaction that gets.]
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[From the way he's kind of tilting his hips towards Oliver, "good weird" seems like a likely bet.]
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[Oliver is just going to take his time, moving his fingers inside him. His free hand reaches for his cock again, just giving it a few careful strokes now and then as he moves and crooks his fingers.]
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Yeah, that's definitely more on the good side. I mean, it's not even... It doesn't even feel weird. It just feels good. Do that again.
[He doesn't really know what "that" was, exactly, but he's certainly not above being a little demanding. It's just one of his charms. Maybe.]
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[Still, he's clearly not objecting, seeing as he's leaning in to kiss him and crooking his fingers again, a little more forcefully this time.]
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[He's not particularly bothered by it. How would anything ever get done if he wasn't a little pushy? He's cut off from saying anything further by the kiss -- and from moaning insistently into Oliver's mouth. That should probably be a sign of approval, too.]
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He's certainly pretty hard himself by now, and he would love nothing more than to sink right into his willing body. But what he would really like to hear a lot more is Ginsberg begging for it first.]
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You're... Really good at that. How... How're you so good at that? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I'm pretty sure you're trying to drive me crazy.
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[Oliver's a little flushed by now himself, certainly breathing more heavily. He keeps his eyes locked on Ginsberg's as he moves his fingers wider apart, testing how far he can open him up.]
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[Partially due to how characteristically squirmy he is, of course. He more he's enjoying himself, the less he can possibly stay still. And since he's practically thrashing around now, and certainly lifting his hips off the bed, that's a good sign.]
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[Oliver takes his hand back, and goes back to the bedside drawer to fish out a condom and roll it on.]
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[It takes some effort, but he does manage to stop flailing. Mostly.]
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[I hope you're not sick of being manhandled around, Ginsberg, because it really is going to keep happening. He settles Ginsberg up on all fours, sliding in behind him.
Ever the tease, he doesn't make any move to push into yet, just rocks his cock against the back of his thighs.]
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In my mind that was supposed to be kind of seductive. In reality I think I just looked really, really silly.
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[He gives Ginsberg's ass a little slap, soothing it after with slow circles of his hand. He slides two fingers inside him again, just testing, seeing his reaction.]
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[It's also hard to tell which action of Oliver's garners the more entertaining response -- the slap on the ass, which results in a little yelp of surprise, or the fingers, which results in a demanding moan, and a needy shift of his hips back towards Oliver.]
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[He hooks his fingers again, opening him good and slow and searching for the right spot to make him yelp again.]
Feeling ready yet?
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[He probably would have made more babbling compliments, too, except, yep, that's definitely the right spot to make him yelp again, though this time in a less surprised and more excited way.]
Yes.
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Are you sure? I mean, I could leave if you're not 100% on this.
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