"Y-y-you've never d-done it this way before," Soul just has to mutter under his breath. "It's g..." Well. His voice implies exactly how great it is, but he doesn't get to finish his words - his voice chooses a loud moan, instead.

"You like it?" Crona can understand that, he likes it when Soul does things to him. When Soul 'tops' him it is wonderful, but this role feels a little weird to Crona.

Still he'll keep being aggressive for as long as possible, shoving a hand into Soul's pants and touching roughly.

"Y-yeah," Soul stutters out. He holds Crona's arm and clings onto it, fruitlessly trying to find some sort of grip to keep him steady. "It's so - "

He gives up on talking and kisses Crona again, each kiss more heated than the last.

"Rare?" Crona offers up and smiles a bit as he strokes faster and faster. He pulls away from Soul and looks him in the eye as he speaks his voice and eyes totally innocent. "Come for me, ok?" Punctuated by a slightly tighter grasp and special attention to the head and underside.

The rarest things could be the best, okay?

"What if I said I didn't want to?" What if he said he wanted Crona inside of him?

"Then I would have to make you," it's funny that hes pouting as he says this.

"Crona," Soul says, "I - " he's the stuttering and flushing one now, and some mind find that hilarious, but it's far from funny to him. "I want you to f'ck me."

"Huh?" Talk about ways to make your partner stop all movement. Crona blinks.

"But I. I don't know how!"

"You just follow instinct, I think," Soul says.

He doesn't... really know how either. But it's gotta be easy enough, right?

He pouts a bit more. "B-but I wanted ... You to do it the first time... To me."

"....oh."

Who can resist that sort of face and appeal? Not Soul, certainly. Never can, never will. Ain't even got the strength of will to try, in the end.

"O-okay."