#meme;cory

His pudgy little fingers continue to tug and twist the small menaces, as he sits atop the other man's lap, pinning Iwai beneath him to the bed as he was trying, somewhat fruitlessly, to get him undressed. Kicking off his own clothes had been easy. He'd undressed in record time, flinging off his t-shirt and kicking away his jeans to leave him in just a pair of (luckily his whitest) y-fronts, hard excitement straining against the fabric at his navel, and sports socks. He'd forgotten those. Still, iwai had to have difficult clothing, and an impatient face to boot, but Cory is taking none of his teasing as eventually those little buttons relent to him, and he pulls open the man's shirt to marvel at every tanned, toned inch of him. Iwai was lovely...

He'd gotten this hard at just a kiss, with a little promise of more, so seeing all of the other man as his breath shudders in his chest before a slow exhale through his nostrils. a pause just long enough it seems to shift the advantage, as with a yelp Cory feels himself topple to the side, back bouncing on the bed before all of the older man was on top of him. Pressing between his thighs and against his aching hard on, providing friction that has a gasped, startled, cry of enjoyment passing parted lips and causing his eyes to widen. Had he made that noise? "I-Iwai-san!" Letting out a voice of surprise, Cory's hand quickly lifts to grasp the pillow above his head, as with another roll of joined hips lips attach to his throat, his head tilting back as more moans roll free as it feels so much better to have someone else do that then his own hand!

By this point things start to blur, in a haze of lips pressing to his own, kissing through his panted breaths and causing his every inch to tingle with a mixture grinding hips and exploring hands. His underwear is gone, leaving him a little shy at the exposure (but for the socks), though quickly this is replaced by more tantalising surprises as Iwai uses his mouth in a way Cory had only ever seen in porn! That he could get addicted to. The sensation of a warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, and the visuals of gazing down his own body, past his slightly chunky belly, to the most handsome man he'd ever seen slowly bobbing his head down his shaft, incredible. How Cory doesn't blow there and then is a feat probably only made possible by an over indulgence in masturbation as a teen.

By now his limbs are like jelly, simmered into a puddle of pleasured delirium by the older man's skill, before guiding hands help him onto his front, peachy little behind lifted and knees bent up in a pose that has his cheeks flush an even brighter pink where they're pressed into the pillow. Luckily he's bendy from his active lifestyle!

Iwai had never exactly been chatty, but here at least he makes sure to tell him he's doing well, encouraging, soothing, as fingers work their magic and muffled noises of discomfort and surprise heat the fabric of the pillow Cory had pressed his face into as he clutches it, from embarrassment at being touched there and the fact that Iwai had now removed his trousers... and was naked.

"Cory" he'd never heard his name said like that. The deep rumble in Iwai's voice that showed his own desire, but also the care behind the tone. Fingers had slipped from him, leaving an oddly unfulfilled sensation, and he'd heard the tell tale sound of a condom wrapper. God, this was it! It was finally going to happen! He's going to have sex with his crush and lose his virginity!...oh god, it's really going to happen!

Feeling the soft kiss against his shoulder, Cory's flushed face lifts from the pillow, now very warm, as he blinks two, hazel eyes up at his first love as the man curls over him, hand on his hip, the other by his head on the pillow. Iwai doesn't even need to ask, as the blonde quickly nods. Yes he wants it, yes it can happen now and yes, he's ready.

He's not quite sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. His mouth falling open with a strangled noise of surprise, having felt Iwai's hand move from his hip, to grip his own shaft and then... ouch! It's not long however before Iwai finishes easing himself inside and waits, patiently, fingers wrapping around Cory's length to offer some comfort, but it is then that he hears it. Iwai groan. The single most erotic sound that has all pain fade and his body tingle hungrily for more. "Iwai-san-" he just managed to pant, before - either understanding Cory's meaning or reaching the end of his own patience - Iwai starts to rock his hips and there it is again! Another groan, a grunt and a panted exhale from the man inside of him and Cory is on cloud nine.

The rest... is great. Kisses are laid on every inch Iwai can reach and Cory has never felt so special. Not to mention each panted breath against his skin paired with a deep, grinding thrust has the blonde's toes curl and his shoulders shudder in pleasure. In no time he'd forgotten to feel embarrassed or self conscious and he is sure Iwai's neighbors can hear just how much he's enjoying himself, along with the thumping of the bed frame.

It's possibly not very long, but it's good and hearing Iwai finish, as reserved and controlled as he always is, it's little more than a deep groan, but Cory wont forget it in a hurry. Even as they lie together he can feel everywhere the other man touched. The feel of his fingers or lips seared in his skin.. and quite the ache in his butt to go with it. There's an enjoyable lull, as Iwai snoozes softly beside him, Cory's head rests on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing, marveling at the many different flex of colours in his facial hair, before wiggling in even closer to him with a whisper of...