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[Cassiān]

He snickered to himself, grabbed Solomon’s jaw and turned his face to look at him. Glaring down at him, unaware that he was now forcing far too much pressure on top of him, his expression softened slightly, “Tell me vat you vant, love,” He nipped the boy’s lip, pulling slightly.

[Solomon]

Was he serious? This was already embarrassing enough, of course Solomon wasn't going to admit it. What was he supposed to do? Instead he turned his gaze away again, but that didn't do much since Cassian was still holding his jaw.

"Nothing," he mumbled, getting harder and harder underneath his pants. Damn it.

[Cassiān]

"Oh, just nothing?" He mocked, grinning. "Are you--" He paused, hand traveling down the boy's stomach, into his jeans, stroking him, planting a little kiss on his lips to add to the sensation, "Sure?" He shifted his weight on top of Solomon, making sure to keep him relatively immobile, as he fiddled with his own jeans with his free hand, unzipping and relieving some of the pressure suppressing his own excitement.

[Solomon]

Wow, did he really just pull that out? Yep. And with that Solomon pretty much gave up, hands going cold and limp. Cassian might as well be fucking a corpse. Or so Solomon thought.

"No," he shook his head and stared ahead blankly. No, I'm not sure. Now his lips were betraying him too.

[Cassiān]

The boy's anxiousness annoyed him, and he decided to go up a level. Or rather, go down. "No?" Sliding down Solomon's body, unbuttoning those jeans, pulling out his dick, taking it into his mouth slowly, as if expecting the boy to withdraw again. Tongue moving as if he were kissing, he ran his fingers over Solomon's stomach, bringing them up to his mouth, tracing the shape of the boys lips.





(OOC: I HAVE NOT THE WORDS TO TELL HOW MUCH I HATE THE WORDS FOR PENIS: PIECE, DICK, COCK WTFFFFF)

[Solomon]

But he didn't. He just let out a deep sigh as Cassian's lip made contact with him...down there. No backing away this time, he just stayed in place, twitching a little every time Cassian turned his tongue the other way. Why? He couldn't understand why it felt so good. The cold lips.

"Mmmm," he moaned, unable to tell Cassian what his body really wanted- more.

[Cassiān]

He smiled briefly, tongue still turning, circling his tip, before he pulled away abruptly, propping himself up over Solomon. "My turn, dear."

[Solomon]

Well, he didn't exactly hate this. Neither could he get away. Solomon let his hand slide down Cassian's clothes and slowly unzipped his trousers, letting his hand wander for a bit before pressing it against his cock.

"How?" he asked Cassian.

[Cassiān]

Cassian leaned forward, raising the boy's chin, planting a small kiss as he grinned. "It's like," He paused searching for the English words, while moving Solomon's hand up and down, as if he needed that to keep him excited, "Like kissing, but vithout the other person. Go ahead, love, don't be nervous." His voice was deep, labored now, he was finding it difficult to speak.

[Solomon]

Ah, so Cassian wanted both. A girl had done this for him once, though he couldn't remember it that clearly, or remember enjoying it at all. Rolling up his sleeves, Solomon wrapped both hands around Cassian and let his cold tongue gently graze past the tip.

[Cassiān]

Moaning, he titled his head back, but again, Solomon was timid, and Cassian longed to see that look of worry in his eyes again. Taking his hand, he pressed down on the back of his head, shoving himself deeper into the boy's mouth, moaning loudly, more audibly now. "Es more like--this" He gripped his fingers into that soft brown hair, pulling him down further. "You learn good, estimat." He smiled

[Solomon]

For a second the boy was basically choking it. But with that firm hand holding the back of his head, there wasn't much he could do, could only get used to it, and that he did. Hell, he was even enjoying himself. A little. Or maybe a bit. Or a lot. Though he was still pretty...less than satisfied himself, and almost wondered when it'd be his turn again.

[Cassiān]

Figuring he'd choked the boy enough, he pulled Solomon's face up to meet his own, cold lips crushing together, tongues twisting, a strange sensation without human warmth. He pushed the boy down, tugged his pants down, pulled his hips up. "Nice ass," He snickered as he turned the boy over, silencing himself with another series of breathless kisses. Holding himself over the boy's back, he could barely wait, running his cold hands down Solomon's back and sides. "Are you ready? It'll hurt a bit,"

[Solomon]

Yes, that was strange. But even better than 'human' warmth, if anything he could feel it more. Cassian tasted better than any girl ever did. But that didn't mean Solomon stopped hesitating as he was flipped over. He could only reply to the man's comments with heavy breathing and by pressing his face down against the pillows.

"Okay."

[Cassiān]

"Okay," He repeated, wanting to be sure. He held Solomon's hips firmly, slowly pressed himself into him, entering with a little moan. There was no warmth to greet him inside, but the cold and tightness was even more enticing. A little more in with each thrust, he leaned over the boy, kissing his neck, fingers twisting in his hair. He traced his lips along that marble skin, nipping lightly as he went, not ready to taste blood just yet. He wanted to be a memorable first time.

[Solomon]

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