#mafiazin

FUCK.

With a frown, I reached down and touched it again. It... had softened. It was wobblier now. Just a little, still... very much interested, but softer and wobblier. A few strokes with the slippery hand made it... less wobbly. Even if the guy didn't make that many noises again. It really was a little strange, just stroking this piece of flesh under the rubber. It was still very much warm. Even under the rubber. And as I gripped a little harder - he hissed - and pulled, the rubber stayed firmly on. They really worked, then. The condoms. I was never sure how they would hold. With a little less pressure, I continued stroking and stared, wondering about the logistics. Most likely the best idea was to... sit down on it, mh? Just like that. Even if it did look a little... weird and slightly... err... voluminous. It should work. It worked with other people, after all. Like. They said so. So... I raised my hips and leaned against him to get a nice angle...

His hands did move, then. Up my sides, on my back, tightening whenever I touched him just the right way. ... he wasn't at all noisy, but he was responsive. Very responsive. And wriggled a little. Like I had, before, I realised. And blushed a little, because... well... My eyes wandered from his reddened face down to his... equally, maybe deeper shaded... organ. I gripped a little harder and he... whined. It was... squishable. And he was very... very into getting touched. And bit his lip now. And I thought... well... His hands cupped my breasts and felt myself being warm in places as well... and... the circumstances are less than ideal and all, but... ... I must have stilled my hand, cause he had stopped whimpering and had drawn me close and this time directly into his lap, and he ground against me. The feeling of something between my legs certainly felt... less abhorrent now. It tingled, actually, the contact. It tingled and I had the distinct feeling of wanting to move into it. It resulted in a heady feeling, on the back of my head a little dizzy, unsure what to do now, since I certainly went rigid. For a moment. A moment in which he pulled me in and pressed his lips on mine again, drew me towards him, leaned backwards and pulled me on top. And I... felt his erection trapped between us. I blushed furiously. And didn't respond, leaned back and stared down. It certainly was... noticeable. And very much there, and the thought of 'fitting' came to mind when he said: "Wanna try to go for a ride?," he winked. And his voice sounded husky and slighty... By now I was dizzy from all all that blood in my head, but still stared at him, something between affronted and... He held up a condom. And so this was my next object to stare at. Until he ground into me one again and I took a gasping breath. That! Was not... I tried to press my legs together out of instinct and... there were his in the way and made it all the more worse and dizzying, to which he pulled me closer and kissed me again, with a sigh and a squeeze and a shuddering breath when I moved slightly against him, and when he very carefully held me there, just trying out the touch, before he held onto me and pulled me in tighter, it wasn't that scary anymore. And I grabbed the condom that was still in his hand, and got off of him... to get rid of my jeans. I was gonna do this. Totally.

I… grinned.

I blushed at that, I was fairly certain, my face felt very warm

Even his fingers on my bare back, trailing up and down my spine. It made me shiver again. Not that bad, this time. Still very confused. And I did move away from his hands whenever the encroached new territory, and then he moved them back and tried again, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes simply holding until I calmed down. Sure, but gentle. He seemed to like my hips a lot, rubbing over the bone and following the curve of my waist, humming all the while. When he drew me further onto his lap, I moved backwards as soon as he let go again, actually breaking the kiss. He put his forehead against mine: "No?" I looked, then frowned at him, before I looked down again. His... crotch certainly was... warm. I didn't particularly want to be close to it, though. "Mmmh," he hummed, and once again kissed me. Once. Before he trailed down, irritating my skin on the way down with his excuse for a stubble. His hands moved again. Upwards, this time. Hips. Waist. And- I actually blushed when he cupped my breasts. It was... it was not in the least bit unexpected, but... I still stared, while he squeezed my boobs. And rubbed a thumb over each - embarrassingly enough - erect nipple. It was... it was strange, having someone else touch them. And now suck on them and- I might have sucked in a breath. My blush certainly didn't lessen from a mouth on my breasts. It did... something to my lower regions. I was not sure if I liked it or lot, but something coiled down there, tingled. He continued to tease me, certainly delighted by them, the bra - he had looked at that, too, with a smile - the lace of the bra not doing her any favours in staying calm and entirely relaxed. It rubbed in his hands stead and warmth only accumulated further down and it did feel very strange until I realised- I realised that a hand was down there! Rubbing through my jeans, pressing against- I scooted further back and clamped any noises down I might have made. I stared accusingly at him, then buried my head against his shoulder, shoving him up and effectively blocking his access to my breasts. He laughed, for a moment, before he craned his neck and kissed my exposed shoulder, his hands wandering again, and again further down to- I jolted and sat straight up. When exactly had he even opened my jeans?! With a chuckle, he went to kiss me again, one hand on my neck and the other... the other moved into my jeans and... and I couldn't help but squirm. He... he was-

I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax as much as I could. Waiting how he would continue, at least he didn't seem to want to immediately want to... force me. "Hey," I twitched back when he said it. Apparently, I was not relaxed at all. So I opened my eyes and looked at him, acknowledging that he spoke. "You... are in more distress than I expected," he said, slightly frowning. "See, it's not every day a guy forces himself on my and I have to hold still," I hissed. Because what the hell. "... that isn't what you offered either," he nodded and frowned, "You are right... you offered to seduce me... well... please do!" And took his hands off me completely, relaxing backwards. So I stared at him with a frown. Didn't... didn't he just put me here because he decided that wouldn't work? "... I don't even get your shirt open," I say, because it's the truth. "Oh. Well, it's not easy, I give you that," and he reached into his collar and did... something... and it slid apart, "You have to know the trick," he said with a wink. I stared at it, somewhat puzzled because it did part. And I should have felt the edge of the fabric. But I didn't, and- "Being stared at like that is very flattering," my head snapped back to his face, "... it would be more flattering if it wouldn't be just my shirt, though" He... was back to smiling. And kept his hands to himself. Well. Alright. For now. So I looked... between the parted fabric. Alright. I could do that. "I listen well, by the way... I will try my best to help," to which I rolled my eyes. And then I... reached out to touch. His chest, in this case. That... didn't feel as bad. He was breathing and I could feel that. And I felt his heartbeat. strong and... slow. I felt almost a little insulted. Because mine was racing. Not in a good way. But mine was racing and not strong, but fluttery. It was not nice. My hand stayed here for a while and I stared at the raising and falling chest. He was warm, the warmth seeping through my cold fingertips. Huh. He hadn't twitched away, there. I looked up and saw he tried to look me in the eyes. Mh. I looked down again. His skin colour was a little darker than mine. And that was under his shirt. Huh. Well. As far as I could tell from the bad lighting. His nipples are... even darker. Well. Of course. I flicked over it and he... inhaled. When I looked up, he half-shrugged: "I'm sensitive, it's usually hidden under impenetrable shirts" At which point I thought he might just be irritating on purpose. I moved my hand upwards, brushed over he collar bone. There was a kink in it. Broken. Not immediately set. I rubbed at it. He whined a little, and made a face when I checked. The thought of irritating him back did occur to me. Then I remembered the situation I was in. And moved up to his throat. He had kissed me there. So I could touch. I moved my thumb along the side of his Adam's apple, saw and felt him swallow. There actually was a bit more tension in his body than before. My hand went back to his heart, laid it flat on his chest, lightly. The pulse was faster. Not much, but faster. And I looked up: "You didn't like that. You didn't say something" "... you didn't like me touching you either," he said, and relaxed more. Now tat I looked for it, his whole body became softer. "Yeah, well, you knew that from the beginning," I was against it from the beginning. And he laughed (a different tension). And shrugged, then (skin moved, muscles, too, pulled in different directions): "Never mind, you are right" Another reason to frown, but I moved upwards again and did him the kindness to avoid his throat, trailed my fingers more on the side of his nape, and he leaned sideways, exposing more skin. A little sigh escaped him. There was a little tension when I brushed behind his jaw and when I touched his temple. A pleased hum when I ran a hand through his hair. He seemed to relax even more. There was a relaxed smile on his face. No malicious one. So that was... that was a bit better. Then I moved downwards again. Along his chest, and further down and... ah... well, admittedly, these abs were actually a nice sight. But I trained my core as well, and... one thing I never get rid of, so... I trailed feather light touches over his stomach area and... he twitched. He did so again when I brushed over this particular place again. And, the irritating thing about it is: The abdominal reflex gets worse the more often you do it, until it reaches a point where the muscles harden and it actually hurts. So I did it a few more times and... "Mnnnnnrrgh," it sounded like a terribly put-upon whine. "Nice abs you got there," because they really were all hardened and pronounced now. "Pleaaase leave your hand there now," because I had put them there. For extra annoyance. "The warmth is nice" And I chuckled a tiny bit. And watched his chest heave a little more slowly. Even breaths. He wriggled a bit under me, moving his abdomen to get rid of the residual tension. I knew that  feeling. "Mmmmh... you have nice hands," he said, looking up at me. He moved his hand, away from the couch, closer to me: "Small, though" The hand has there, palm up, spread out, "Lets compare?," he smirked. And I rolled my eyes and put the matching hand onto his. My hand really was smaller. There was a lot of heat radiating from his. From his whole body, really. I had a feeling I was a little hyper focused. Nerves, probably. Of course nerves, there were more than enough reasons to be unnerved. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them again, he was still laying there, not having moved, his hand against mine. I huffed: "Well, you are taller than me" He shrugged again (felt it under my legs and hand, everything connected) and smiled: "Can I touch, too? I'm told my hands are nice as well" And I snatched his hand and put my thumb to his pulse. A little faster than before. And he looked at me with a tilted head. I took another breath and then nodded, placing his hand on my hip. My jeans-clad hip. He pursed his lips a little, but then shrugged with a chuckle: "Alright, then" He put his hand on top of my blouse and rubbed - through the blouse just above the hem of the jeans. And moved upwards, then, over my sides. And then sat up slightly, brought us closer together, gave him a better reach, I guessed. And I kept still. hand still on his stomach, other hand hesitating in the air and sitting... sitting on the middle of his thighs. It was not the worst. At least his hands didn't feel like burning. Anymore. And we were not as close together as before. His hands moved to my back. And... it was alright. The warmth spreading there, slowly rubbing over my side and then shoulder blades. Then he got his hands out from under my arms (with a somewhat comically baffled expression on his face) to reach my shoulders, rub over them, move his thumbs under the collar, then his fingers, and then I felt his thumbs on my collarbones. Very carefully brushing over it. That was naked skin. Skin usually visible, certainly, but skin. And he watched me. His smile became wider at one point, but he left the place, went further up and fingers went over my nape and scraped over my scalp. That made me shudder. Slightly. It wasn't... it wasn't terrible, though. Not entirely. His fingers traced my face, cheeks, nose, eyebrows. And then he sat up properly. And looked me in the eyes. A thumb traced my lower lip. And I frowned, moving backwards, but- I knew what happened, and... well. I still pressed my lips into a thin line when he kissed me, leaning forward, frown etched into my forehead. He kissed my lips once, twice, then licked my lower lip and nipped at it. ... It itched, alright? So I licked over it and he tried to kiss me again and... maybe it didn't feel terrible. He still had stubble. Slight stubble. And it was still scratchy. But maybe it was distracting. Closing my eyes and moving my lips against his. Licking my lips had made them slick and... An he hummed. He hummed while kissing me. I felt it more than I heard it. And maybe I had moved my hesitating hand to his shoulder to draw him closer. Just tugging. A bit. Maybe he licked at my lips a few times. Between them. And maybe the moment I opened them had been the moment he snug an arm around my waist and a hand into my hair. And it hadn't been bad at all. A hand tracing along my spine and firm muscles under my fingers. Not that bad at all. I noticed how not-bad it had been when e moved back and I followed, for half a second. Then I twitched backwards. And he let me, the embrace loosening. He looked me in the eyes - and they were a little darker now - and said: "You will tell me when it's to much," and frowned. And I frowned a lot deeper and simply stared. Because the situation still was the same, even if... even if I might have stopped trembling. "You promise." And even if I still thought this was stupid, since I still didn't want this, I shrugged: "... sure" Then he nodded and leaned forward again. And maybe I was a little ashamed when I answered his kiss, but... relaxing, right?