"Look, you - " Soul pulls at Crona's hand until it's out, ignores the wretched empty feeling that follows. " - clothes, let's get - " He pulls at the rest of both their clothes, dumps em all on the ground, and pushes Crona down to sit on the piano bench. He ain't ready and he ain't prepared like he'd like, but Crona's way wet enough to get in, and Soul - well, he can just deal with the rest.
" - gotta help me out here -- " he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the bench with a leg to each side of his lover, hands braced on the piano itself. If Crona can guide himself, if Soul can move, workin' together - then they can really get this started, right?
"--ahh?" The sudden switch in position is shocking and it gets him a little but crona holds souls hips with one hand and guides himself in with the other. They can do this.
Soul's eyes are overshadowed by his bangs as he grits his teeth against the entrance. The pain is only temporary, he can deal with it, so that he and Crona can both feel good - s'just gotta pause for a second when Crona's all the way in. Get used to it, take deep breathes, try to relax; the more he relaxes, the less it hurts.
He even dares to rock himself a little forward then, and exclaims some sort of surprised noise when the movement makes Crona brush up against something. Pretty darned. Good.
Crona leans down and kisses soul softly, "I...I think its almost over" he gasps the pain should stop soon, should ease into something better Crona hopes. He can't even focus on the way Soul feels because he's so worried.
Soul can tell that Crona's worried; he'd tell him to stop, but he'll do the same thing when the situation gets reversed. He just guesses they're both a couple of sops, huh?
He rocks a bit, trying to find a good angle for Crona to move in, it helps the pain to try to take a more active part of it, helps it all fade away. Tryin' to find whatever that sweet spot was, again -
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Date: 2009-03-18 05:52 am (UTC)That just wasn't necessary, okay?
"Look, you - " Soul pulls at Crona's hand until it's out, ignores the wretched empty feeling that follows. " - clothes, let's get - " He pulls at the rest of both their clothes, dumps em all on the ground, and pushes Crona down to sit on the piano bench. He ain't ready and he ain't prepared like he'd like, but Crona's way wet enough to get in, and Soul - well, he can just deal with the rest.
" - gotta help me out here -- " he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the bench with a leg to each side of his lover, hands braced on the piano itself. If Crona can guide himself, if Soul can move, workin' together - then they can really get this started, right?
"--ahh?" The sudden switch in position is shocking and it gets him a little but crona holds souls hips with one hand and guides himself in with the other. They can do this.
Soul's eyes are overshadowed by his bangs as he grits his teeth against the entrance. The pain is only temporary, he can deal with it, so that he and Crona can both feel good - s'just gotta pause for a second when Crona's all the way in. Get used to it, take deep breathes, try to relax; the more he relaxes, the less it hurts.
He even dares to rock himself a little forward then, and exclaims some sort of surprised noise when the movement makes Crona brush up against something. Pretty darned. Good.
Crona leans down and kisses soul softly, "I...I think its almost over" he gasps the pain should stop soon, should ease into something better Crona hopes. He can't even focus on the way Soul feels because he's so worried.
Soul can tell that Crona's worried; he'd tell him to stop, but he'll do the same thing when the situation gets reversed. He just guesses they're both a couple of sops, huh?
He rocks a bit, trying to find a good angle for Crona to move in, it helps the pain to try to take a more active part of it, helps it all fade away. Tryin' to find whatever that sweet spot was, again -
- !
"Th-there!" he gasps out, suddenly. "Move, that!"
Oh, incoherency.