when the pink haired boy didn't answer him and just went in for a kiss without saying anything, napoleone thought he could have a heart attack right in that moment. did it mean that his friend wanted it just as much as him? or did he do it just because he looked desperate to receive a kiss? all he knew was that he could feel ivan's hand sliding behind his back, and that it gave him goosebumps.
enough to make him gasp in the middle of the kiss, enough to make all his senses go berserk and make his head spin like he was high. he had just kissed his friend, his male friend, and was feeling something his previous girlfriend portia never made him feel. he was in need for more.
when their lips parted, napoleone slightly leaned towards him, whining a little for he didn't want to part from that kiss, but either way, he talked.
"ivan... i-i even forgot what was the question..."
he said, his hands trembling as he scooted closer to him, and put his hands on the pink haired boy's neck.
"it doesn't really matter anymore."
napoleone stated, as he pulled the older boy in for another kiss, a deeper one, but the way his body warmed up and pushed against ivan's, hinted to the fact that he was looking for more than just some kissing. though, he had never done that before in his 18 years of life. and he was inexperienced, to be the one to start. giving hints would have hopefully been enough.
above all when the hints consisted in trying to straddle the pink haired's legs and grinding softly against him.
It seemed like everything was happening, he thought it would pass quickly like every time, but every movement felt like an eternity, a delicious eternity.
When Napoleone's slender hands brushed his neck he felt quite exposed, he could almost feel an electric current running down his back, his hair no longer felt on his face, but it didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered when he had those lips on his.
Slowly they moved away from the bed, his hands traveled down the shorter man's back, he liked his waist, narrow, smooth, with a curve that could be his undoing.
But while he wanted to take Napoleone to his bed, the younger one did so with more euphoria, pushing his body against his, forcing him to pull back and sit on the edge of the bed.
Again they had to separate, but to catch their breath, to see how far they had come, this was escalating so fast, it made his lover's warm skin tremble, there was no way out, was there?
The blond ended up sitting on his legs, it was bold of him, but Ivan ended up taking off his glasses and again took possession of his lips, they had time, the night let them be, the cold moonlight illuminated them only, but it was more than enough.
The clothes were beginning to get in the way, and though Napoleone looked so good in them, I wanted to see him without them too.
-Quiet...or we will be discovered...".
He was too much, Ivan thought, listening to his partner's panting, just by touching his freckled skin, he could feel himself trembling with excitement.
the feeling of the pink haired boy's hands on his back and on his waist gave him goosebumps and sent shivers down his spine, and he would have done anything in the world for them to not to be on his shirt's fabric, but on his bare skin. so napoleone, noticing the look on ivan's face, backed off a little so that his partner could see him do that.
he was going towards something he had never done before, he didn't even know how was it gonna feel, whether he would have liked it or if it was gonna hurt, but he was aching for it to happen. so the blond boy started unbuttoning his shirt, all for his lover to see.
"i wish i had something better to show you, but..."
napoleone murmured, hinting to his insecurity about his beauty as his trembling hands opened all the buttons, and as he let his own shirt fall down his shoulders, to the ground.
it slid so well down his arms, exposing a clear skinned freckled torso, so delicate, untouched in any sense. his chest was heaving up and down as he panted, and on his cheeks, a blush started smearing. he was being watched, and as he grew conscious about it, he remembered the difference between his chest and his narrow wasp waist.
he froze in place, staring in his partner's eyes.
napoleone's arms suddenly crossed on his own chest, trying to hide and realize whatever he had just shown to ivan. if showing his chest was so difficult already, how bad would it have been to show his thighs and the whole lower half of his body afterwards?
"i hope we can continue this regardless of how i look..."
the blonde boy murmured. he couldn't imagine the ugliness he so much hated wasn't even existent. though compared to ivan, he felt like the pink haired boy was too much of a beautiful human, for someone like him. having the chance to touch on him like that and kiss him, already felt to napoleone like a fever dream.
Apparently it was being difficult for his partner to be confident and show him his body, something he should be proud of, because he was born that way, beautiful as an angel.
Ivan even though he looked in the mirror, he still saw those deformities in his face, the voices in his head told him and reaffirmed how ugly he was, but he didn't listen, he didn't want to.
Because, if he was someone ugly, would Napoleone notice him in the first place?
Of course not.
He didn't know how to respond to what the younger one said, and his only reflex was to get rid of his clothes too, he had no problem with doing that.
-If I show you my body, surely you will feel more comfortable showing yours?
He affirmed, when his naked and warm chest was exposed, he could feel the shivers that his partner had when being on top of him, when touching skin against skin.
If he wanted the other not to feel afraid to show him his body, he would have to be a little more aggressive, and he started with that, taking him by the waist, it was tight and warm, and changed the position, placing the younger one on the bed, staying on top of him, it was better to distract him while he took care of getting rid of all his clothes, he didn't want to hear more excuses for that reason he kissed him again, silencing any complaint or request to stop, he wasn't going to stop, his heart was beating like crazy at that moment.
when his partner took him by the waist and put him on the bed, napoleone thought he could lose his mind.
"y-you're so beautiful...-"
he managed to murmur, before the older one took possess of his lips again, to distract him from whatever else was going on. the blond boy could only cup ivan's cheek, kissing him back and whining in the kiss as he felt the last of his clothes getting taken off.
he would have never expected he would have shown his naked body to someone, to the best friend he had, nonetheless. but the pink haired boy definitely did not feel like a friend anymore. the way he kissed his lips, the way he took off his clothes and touched on his skin, made napoleone feel something that drove his heartbeat crazy.
he was experiencing his first true love.
as the lower half of his body was freed from the clothing, he thought of closing his legs and curling up on himself, but as he looked at his partner, he more and more felt like he wanted to be seen by him, no matter what. ivan wouldn't have judged him. he would have never.
so, despite the flaming red color that had smeared on his cheeks, napoleone adjusted himself under ivan, and looked at him in the eyes, groaning lightly. and smiling as he caressed the older boy's neck and chest.
"please... do what you should with me."
he just said. he wanted ivan to know he was ready, for whatever he would have wanted to do. the younger one just desired it, more than he had ever desired anything else. but he was inexperienced, and was trusting his partner with making him feel good.
He had a lot of options at that moment, he could do what he really wanted? whatever he want?, he didn't know whether to go easy or take Napoleone's virginity right there, his mind was getting cloudy even though he had the experience.
Why did Napoleone feel like the first time to Ivan too?
They were both naked already, and he couldn't stop looking at him, like a fucking work of art that only made his blood pump faster, more furious.
And he decided to go for the first thing, to be gentle, he wanted it to be a good experience, and the best thing he could do for his partner was to give him pleasure first, he didn't usually do that with everyone, some were more experienced and wanted to give him pleasure first, and that was fine, but now there were more feelings involved.
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He began taking his right hand to the hips of the younger, noticing how that gave him chills, descended more and more to reach one of his legs, as soft as velvet, with the other hand began to caress the member of his partner, slowly feeling the pre-seminal fluid that came out, it was too soon, even so, he continued.
-They're going to hear us...".
He had no clue how to make the younger boy stop moaning so loudly, so he had an idea, the hand that wasn't on the blond's private parts, he ended up putting it on his mouth, it wasn't the best but at least he could do what he had planned. He wanted to see Napoleone's reaction, so he decided to masturbate him faster.
when he first felt the hands of his pink haired lover on him, napoleone's mind instantly ran to what his father had told him, when he found out he was falling in love with a boy. and it sounded like it didn't make any damn sense now.
how could it be wrong? how could something that felt so good be wrong?
between a shiver and the other, he knew his father's opinion was barely anything relevant, compared to his feelings he had towards ivan.
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his moans were louder than they should have, but he really couldn't keep himself quiet, when his partner touched his member like that. napoleone should have felt self conscious, for the way ivan kept staring at his body as he did so, but his mind was too clouded to think about his own self esteem.
when the older boy closed his mouth with a hand to keep the moans from coming out and started touching him faster, the blond one had to find another way to express how good it felt, starting from his trembling hips, that started grinding softly against ivan's hand. and his back, which arched as he shuddered.
that hand on his mouth was really keeping him from making a loud mess.
he had done it to himself a couple times before, when he was alone in his room, but when it was the pink haired boy's hand, and when he was so sensitive that it hurt, it was different. napoleone's hands tried to grasp on the bedsheets, or a pillow, when his member twitched in ivan's hand and oozed more pre-seminal fluid.
should he have been embarrassed for it? the boy he longed for was masturbating him like that, what else could he do? he gave ivan a submissive look, muffled whines coming from behind the hand on his mouth, as he felt himself dangerously on the edge, already. had his partner touched him a little bit harder, that would have been his undoing.
napoleone's eyes felt a little teary because of the pleasure. but it wasn't the time to cry, yet. he tried to keep it in.
Ivan kept watching him, studying his reactions, his behavior which was enchanting him more and more, as if his body was at his complete mercy, he felt it so much his own, and that forced him to go harder.
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He told him again not to moan, because he could hear him anyway, but it was useless, he couldn't shut him up so easily, but that didn't force him to stop either, he felt the white liquid running down his hand, making it all sticky, but it wasn't unpleasant.
He used it for something else, his hand slid down the most dangerous area, and he put pressure with his soaked fingers, he wanted to be careful with his partner's rectum, it would be uncomfortable the first time, he knew that, but if they both wanted to enjoy it was inevitable.
Slowly he pushed his first finger in, feeling the inside of the younger man's anus getting too tight, and the noises he made were uncomfortable but didn't seem to be telling him that he wanted to stop. Slowly, watching every reaction, he removed his hand to replace it with a kiss, something deep, that almost made their saliva drip from their mouths.
He didn't want to stop until he saw a change, that little sign he saw in everyone he'd ever been intimate with, he wanted that, little by little he was beginning to feel his partner's insides stop being so tight, and he could receive it.
So he removed his fingers from there, and separated from his partner who ended up moaning a little, they were going to hear them, he really didn't want to be discovered, not now, not when this had a meaning and created new sensations for him. More pleasurable.
the feeling was something else, the blond boy would have never thought it could get so intense, and they hadn't even started yet. his cheeks were so flushed, his body was feeling warm, like he had a fever, like he was on fire. napoleone was at his partner's complete mercy, and he was into it, on a dangerous level.
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his heart skipped a beat when he felt ivan's finger pushing into him. his eyes widened, and his throat let a couple groans out. it stung, he was a virgin. his legs tensed, and at this point, the hands grasping the bedsheets were holding on for dear life. pain felt so good at the same time, could it be the thought of being touched like this by the pink haired boy, that made him feel like that?
napoleone tried to lift his head a little, to look at ivan, but found himself tilting the head back on the pillow, when his partner changed the hand on his mouth with a passionate kiss. the boy's moans died on ivan's lips, and with the feeling of that, his hips started to move against the other's fingers. the pleasure had slowly started to come along with the pain.
when the pink haired boy parted from him and withdrew his fingers, napoleone groaned because of the sudden cold breeze he felt on his body. and the lack of contact with his lover. though when he said he was gonna put it in, the blond's body felt electric, it was driving him crazy.
"yes, please..."
the younger whispered in anticipation, and he spreaded his legs a little bit more for his partner. was he scared? yes, a lot. but knowing it was with ivan made him feel safe, and in need of it. he wanted to be taken, he wanted it to happen. and it couldn't have been with anybody else.
napoleone's eyes were teary from the previous stimulation, and when he felt the other's member line up with his entrance, he knew he would have shed some tears of pleasure soon.
It was time, he had been patient enough to do it slowly, as slowly as he could, and at the same time he had to keep him quiet by putting his hand over his mouth again.
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His penis began to make its way through his lover's entrance, he felt it fit tightly and that made him grunt a little, for the pleasure it gave him, even if he had prepared it, it was tricky if he didn't relax.
With his free hand, he held Napoleone's hips, to hold him while he began to thrust, slowly, taking his time, watching his partner's reactions, and he knew he was in pain but slowly noticing that he was still flushed and with tears in his eyes, he knew it wasn't just pain he was feeling.
And so he wanted to go deeper, his partner's back arched, he liked it, now he was completely sure.
-Shhhh, I can't keep my hand over your mouth all night....
Still, he kept moving, he leaned a little, noticing the blond's legs hugging his hips, as if he didn't want to let go, he wouldn't do it for anything in the world.
So he had an idea, it was the first time he would let someone be so close to him, and to one of the weakest points, he had, his neck.
He removed his hand, also stopping himself from making the younger boy moan more, and pulled him over his back to make him sit on him.
-Mark me
Even with such a request, his slightly flushed face was serious, a faint hint of lust peering out of Ivan's eyes, not wanting to show how aroused he was.
Incredibly he was, it was different to have sex with a person who, not only seemed incredibly attractive but with whom he had a different kind of relationship, one where he felt, for the first time, wanted.
It was different, so much so that feeling Napoleone's lips shyly kissing his skin made him cringe a little, though he regained his composure quickly, he wasn't going to fool himself, he had liked that.
the blond boy did not think something could click so clearly in his mind just from that, but when he felt that additional step, that painful but amazing feeling, then he knew for sure, that what he felt towards ivan wasn't anything else but love. the emotion he was feeling and the sensation of his heart about to explode was enough.
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his pink haired lover's penis felt so big inside of him. it had been painful at the beginning, but it was all worth it. he felt his breath get stuck in his throat, his legs tense up. he was having sex for the first time, no, he would have defined it as lovemaking.
napoleone arched his back when ivan seemed to hit a spot inside of him, it felt good all of a sudden, over the pain. that was when his legs flailed a little and closed up around his partner's hips.
he felt himself being pulled by ivan in a slightly different position, his mouth was freed and the first moan that came out of it was his lover's name, but in a form of plea. napoleone's arms held on his partner's figure as he kissed his neck, breathing heavily on his skin as he gently bit on it. the blond's lips were soft, gentle even when they weren't supposed to, made to kiss and be kissed.
"ivan... this feels s-so good..."
the younger whispered in the other's ear, as his hips tried in any way to move towards his partner's, to get more pleasure, the pleasure that was making him tremble and fall apart in the pink haired's arms. so much that a couple of gentle tears finally escaped his eyes as he started caressing the other's back.
"p-please, i want... i need more..."
napoleone's arms and legs held stronger around ivan, as if he was afraid he would have disappeared any moment. holding onto him like it was the last thing he would have done in his life.
his teary eyes met his lover's gaze, and he could just lean in a little, allowing his lips to graze a little against ivan's. it almost felt like a kiss, but somehow even more intimate than that. napoleone loved to feel him that close. napoleone loved him.
He was going to be careful, the heat was suffocating him, but he had to keep going, something told him he had to keep going, because it was good, because it felt too good to stop now.
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Ivan didn't want to stop, he didn't want to ruin this experience, and he didn't even care about the noise they might make, in front of those innocent eyes of his partner, he was screaming for him to take it, he wasn't going to refuse for anything in the world.
-ngh... -
As he kept ramming into him, he could feel the walls squeezing his cock in a delicious way, the heat was killing him and that only made the grip on the blond's hips get tighter.
Though from the noises Napoleone was making he was afraid of being discovered, so he let him hold him and even kissed him again to try to be as quiet as possible.
And so he began to move, slowly, the thrusts were for the purpose of finding that point where he felt more pleasure, where the younger man could be more comfortable, he wanted him to enjoy it as much as he was doing it.
And he could see that he was, that face completely full of freckles, it was reddened, with sweat dripping from his forehead and wetting his hair a little, his hand was already soaked by the younger one's saliva, but it was a good sign.
Until...
*knock knock*
-Is everything all right? I heard some noises, son... -
At that moment Ivan had stopped immediately, he knew, he knew it was going to happen, and he couldn't let the priest in charge of that foster home into his room now, not now.
They had both stood still, not knowing quite what to do.
the younger's mind was in complete bliss, everything around him had disappeared, and all that existed in the world were him, ivan and the little room that already felt like the best place to be in for him at that moment. who would have said those four walls would have witnessed that?
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napoleone's legs held tighter around his lover's hips, which not only allowed him to feel more closeness, but to feel him deeper into himself just as well, that was all he wanted. the sweat had started making its way on his skin, the night had become warm, incredibly warm, and his back arched as he enjoyed the feeling of the other's member thrusting into him.
"r...right there..."
he mumbled at some point, between a sob and the other. tears of pleasure were rolling down his face, it was a feeling he wouldn't have forgotten for anything in the world, overwhelming, just like electrical shocks all over his body.
it was almost impossible to keep his mouth shut, every second he was left yearning for more, and it was clear each time he caressed the other's back, staring right into his eyes in a hint of submission to him.
"ivan... please..."
he wanted the older one to mark him, to leave marks on him, to leave any sign that he belonged to him, and was about to ask for it, he genuinely and desperately was, until they heard someone knocking on the door.
napoleone froze on the spot along with ivan, he felt like he had skipped a beat. and when he realized it was the priest of the orphanage, he hoped he wouldn't have interrupted them. or discovered them. or seen them.
the blond pulled himself closer to ivan's chest, as if he was looking for some kind of protection, or as if he felt safe. he was trembling, for both the interruption of his pleasure and the fear of being discovered.
"tell him something to send him away..."
he desperately whispered to his lover. the fear was there, but the yearning was there just as well, he wanted his night to go on, a trembling hand caressed the pink haired's cheek, pleading eyes looked at the older boy.
"i need you to continue doing this to me... don't let him ruin this for us, please..."
flynn von thalheim: yes, flynn believes in destiny. once he gets his steel ball run memories back in stardust crusaders and realizes that despite everything, destiny brought him back to the joestar family, he knows that it must mean their path were destined to cross each other. so, flynn believes in destiny. he believes that if people are meant to go on an adventure together, might it be as enemies or as allies, it is gonna happen, no matter where you end up or where you go.
aelita persephone geil: she believes in what stars tell her, in all honesty, so aelita believes in the future she reads. she never deeply wondered about destiny and its meaning, but she sees destiny as anything the sky tells her. she refuses any other kind of possibility, and if you try to persuade her of the contrary, she's gonna get really pissed off because of how you dare to doubt the will of the stars.
adonis sergeyevich lebedev: no, adonis does not believe in destiny. he had to work hard to set up his life, either in a matter of money and job, and on a romantic level as well. he had to struggle and to take choices, and the thought of giving to destiny the rights of his current life after all the struggles he went through, makes his stomach twist. fate did not build him, nor did it build his success. and he's strict on it.
napoleone della rosa: he did not believe in destiny at the beginning, he never had a chance to reasonate about it honestly. but at the end of the day, yes, napoleone believes in destiny. he thinks that if you're destined to something, it'll get to you eventually. he felt like he was destined to something big, to something powerful, and it did come to him. so, most likely you'll never see him turn his shoulders to what destiny holds for him. he thinks the key is patience, as much as action.
drusilla bulckaen: she does not believe in destiny, nope, not in the slightest. the people always told drusilla destiny held something bright for her, yet she ended up being a prostitute for she doesn't even know how many years, and despite her happy looks and bold behavior, that definitely wasn't the definition of bright she had in mind. she believes in luck though, and she's always positive something good for her will come.
adonis is an oc that exists since before i got into jojo's, so around 3-4 years, and it was originally meant for another fandom, where i wanted him to be the exact contrary of a character that was all dark and neglected. hence why adonis is characterized by brighter colors like ginger hair, purple shiny eyes and usually wears white. his name is "adonis" to symbolize his beauty, his body is one of a model, of a statue, and at the beginning of his lore in diu, he is, in fact, a model for rohan.
about his surname, "lebedev", means it is related to a swan in russian, so a symbol of grace, which i loved because he's a dancer. he dances anything, he loves and respects any kind of dance, but his first love was ballet.
his stand's name, to complete it all, is "sugar plum", obviously having its namesake in the "dance of the sugar plum fairy", as a comeback to his ballet passion.
AGE – 14-15 years old (VA), 16-25 years old (white rose novel)
BIRTHDAY – 14 november 1987
STARSIGN – scorpio
CHINESE ZODIAC – rabbit
PRONOUNS – she/her
HEIGHT – 165 cm (5,4 ft)
BLOOD TYPE – 0
NATIONALITY – 🇮🇹/🇯🇵
EYE COLOR – honey (digital color), hazelnut (anime)
AFFILIATION – della rosa family
FAMILY – alessandro della rosa (father), fujiko shiobana (mother), giorno giovanna (half-brother), napoleone, michelangelo and cristoforo della rosa (cousins), augusto della rosa (uncle), olympia diamandis (aunt)
STATUS – alive
MEDIA INFO
MANGA DEBUT – chapter 549 ("king crimson vs. metallica, part 6")
ANIME DEBUT – episode 6 (WHITE ROSE OVA - "one last time, part 2")
LAST MANGA APPEARANCE – chapter 122 (WHITE ROSE NOVEL - "goodbye, mr. goldfinger! - selfishness means happiness")
you know what a mess i can make by spreading this... interesting recording. we don't want that, do we, cousin?
ADRIANA EXTORTING MONEY FROM NAPOLEONE
WHO IS ADRIANA?
daughter of giorno giovanna's mother, shiobana fujiko, and alessandro della rosa, a rich entrepreneur, adriana della rosa is a young girl who grows in a family who doesn't waste time in love, rather in having fun. she parted ways from them, just like giorno did, and chose to stay with her cousin, who she remembered since she was just a little child, napoleone della rosa.
he's overprotective over her, and she can't avoid admitting she likes to know someone cares. but she's not there to receive love, she's there for her own incomes. thanks to her own stand, she's often able to extort money from people, including her cousin, through blackmailing.
STAND: YES OR YES
ABILITY – adriana's stand, yes or yes, holds the ability to hear whatever conversation she desires, through any kind of wall, whispering won't save you from her. her stand saves what she overheard in a recorder, and once she let the victim know she owns it, they're forced to say yes to anything she asks, hence the name of the stand.
if they don't and try to refuse, the stand will start sucking vital energy from the victim. no matter how far they go, the victim won't escape the effect. she used it multiple times on napoleone, ever since she had a reason to blackmail him. she can interrupt the effect anytime, but either way, she never uses it for bad. she genuinely just wants money.
when the pink haired boy didn't answer him and just went in for a kiss without saying anything, napoleone thought he could have a heart attack right in that moment. did it mean that his friend wanted it just as much as him? or did he do it just because he looked desperate to receive a kiss? all he knew was that he could feel ivan's hand sliding behind his back, and that it gave him goosebumps.
enough to make him gasp in the middle of the kiss, enough to make all his senses go berserk and make his head spin like he was high. he had just kissed his friend, his male friend, and was feeling something his previous girlfriend portia never made him feel. he was in need for more.
when their lips parted, napoleone slightly leaned towards him, whining a little for he didn't want to part from that kiss, but either way, he talked.
"ivan... i-i even forgot what was the question..."
he said, his hands trembling as he scooted closer to him, and put his hands on the pink haired boy's neck.
"it doesn't really matter anymore."
napoleone stated, as he pulled the older boy in for another kiss, a deeper one, but the way his body warmed up and pushed against ivan's, hinted to the fact that he was looking for more than just some kissing. though, he had never done that before in his 18 years of life. and he was inexperienced, to be the one to start. giving hints would have hopefully been enough.
above all when the hints consisted in trying to straddle the pink haired's legs and grinding softly against him.
It seemed like everything was happening, he thought it would pass quickly like every time, but every movement felt like an eternity, a delicious eternity.
When Napoleone's slender hands brushed his neck he felt quite exposed, he could almost feel an electric current running down his back, his hair no longer felt on his face, but it didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered when he had those lips on his.
Slowly they moved away from the bed, his hands traveled down the shorter man's back, he liked his waist, narrow, smooth, with a curve that could be his undoing.
But while he wanted to take Napoleone to his bed, the younger one did so with more euphoria, pushing his body against his, forcing him to pull back and sit on the edge of the bed.
Again they had to separate, but to catch their breath, to see how far they had come, this was escalating so fast, it made his lover's warm skin tremble, there was no way out, was there?
The blond ended up sitting on his legs, it was bold of him, but Ivan ended up taking off his glasses and again took possession of his lips, they had time, the night let them be, the cold moonlight illuminated them only, but it was more than enough.
The clothes were beginning to get in the way, and though Napoleone looked so good in them, I wanted to see him without them too.
-Quiet...or we will be discovered...".
He was too much, Ivan thought, listening to his partner's panting, just by touching his freckled skin, he could feel himself trembling with excitement.
the feeling of the pink haired boy's hands on his back and on his waist gave him goosebumps and sent shivers down his spine, and he would have done anything in the world for them to not to be on his shirt's fabric, but on his bare skin. so napoleone, noticing the look on ivan's face, backed off a little so that his partner could see him do that.
he was going towards something he had never done before, he didn't even know how was it gonna feel, whether he would have liked it or if it was gonna hurt, but he was aching for it to happen. so the blond boy started unbuttoning his shirt, all for his lover to see.
"i wish i had something better to show you, but..."
napoleone murmured, hinting to his insecurity about his beauty as his trembling hands opened all the buttons, and as he let his own shirt fall down his shoulders, to the ground.
it slid so well down his arms, exposing a clear skinned freckled torso, so delicate, untouched in any sense. his chest was heaving up and down as he panted, and on his cheeks, a blush started smearing. he was being watched, and as he grew conscious about it, he remembered the difference between his chest and his narrow wasp waist.
he froze in place, staring in his partner's eyes.
napoleone's arms suddenly crossed on his own chest, trying to hide and realize whatever he had just shown to ivan. if showing his chest was so difficult already, how bad would it have been to show his thighs and the whole lower half of his body afterwards?
"i hope we can continue this regardless of how i look..."
the blonde boy murmured. he couldn't imagine the ugliness he so much hated wasn't even existent. though compared to ivan, he felt like the pink haired boy was too much of a beautiful human, for someone like him. having the chance to touch on him like that and kiss him, already felt to napoleone like a fever dream.
Apparently it was being difficult for his partner to be confident and show him his body, something he should be proud of, because he was born that way, beautiful as an angel.
Ivan even though he looked in the mirror, he still saw those deformities in his face, the voices in his head told him and reaffirmed how ugly he was, but he didn't listen, he didn't want to.
Because, if he was someone ugly, would Napoleone notice him in the first place?
Of course not.
He didn't know how to respond to what the younger one said, and his only reflex was to get rid of his clothes too, he had no problem with doing that.
-If I show you my body, surely you will feel more comfortable showing yours?
He affirmed, when his naked and warm chest was exposed, he could feel the shivers that his partner had when being on top of him, when touching skin against skin.
If he wanted the other not to feel afraid to show him his body, he would have to be a little more aggressive, and he started with that, taking him by the waist, it was tight and warm, and changed the position, placing the younger one on the bed, staying on top of him, it was better to distract him while he took care of getting rid of all his clothes, he didn't want to hear more excuses for that reason he kissed him again, silencing any complaint or request to stop, he wasn't going to stop, his heart was beating like crazy at that moment.
when his partner took him by the waist and put him on the bed, napoleone thought he could lose his mind.
"y-you're so beautiful...-"
he managed to murmur, before the older one took possess of his lips again, to distract him from whatever else was going on. the blond boy could only cup ivan's cheek, kissing him back and whining in the kiss as he felt the last of his clothes getting taken off.
he would have never expected he would have shown his naked body to someone, to the best friend he had, nonetheless. but the pink haired boy definitely did not feel like a friend anymore. the way he kissed his lips, the way he took off his clothes and touched on his skin, made napoleone feel something that drove his heartbeat crazy.
he was experiencing his first true love.
as the lower half of his body was freed from the clothing, he thought of closing his legs and curling up on himself, but as he looked at his partner, he more and more felt like he wanted to be seen by him, no matter what. ivan wouldn't have judged him. he would have never.
so, despite the flaming red color that had smeared on his cheeks, napoleone adjusted himself under ivan, and looked at him in the eyes, groaning lightly. and smiling as he caressed the older boy's neck and chest.
"please... do what you should with me."
he just said. he wanted ivan to know he was ready, for whatever he would have wanted to do. the younger one just desired it, more than he had ever desired anything else. but he was inexperienced, and was trusting his partner with making him feel good.
He had a lot of options at that moment, he could do what he really wanted? whatever he want?, he didn't know whether to go easy or take Napoleone's virginity right there, his mind was getting cloudy even though he had the experience.
Why did Napoleone feel like the first time to Ivan too?
They were both naked already, and he couldn't stop looking at him, like a fucking work of art that only made his blood pump faster, more furious.
And he decided to go for the first thing, to be gentle, he wanted it to be a good experience, and the best thing he could do for his partner was to give him pleasure first, he didn't usually do that with everyone, some were more experienced and wanted to give him pleasure first, and that was fine, but now there were more feelings involved.
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He began taking his right hand to the hips of the younger, noticing how that gave him chills, descended more and more to reach one of his legs, as soft as velvet, with the other hand began to caress the member of his partner, slowly feeling the pre-seminal fluid that came out, it was too soon, even so, he continued.
-They're going to hear us...".
He had no clue how to make the younger boy stop moaning so loudly, so he had an idea, the hand that wasn't on the blond's private parts, he ended up putting it on his mouth, it wasn't the best but at least he could do what he had planned. He wanted to see Napoleone's reaction, so he decided to masturbate him faster.
when he first felt the hands of his pink haired lover on him, napoleone's mind instantly ran to what his father had told him, when he found out he was falling in love with a boy. and it sounded like it didn't make any damn sense now.
how could it be wrong? how could something that felt so good be wrong?
between a shiver and the other, he knew his father's opinion was barely anything relevant, compared to his feelings he had towards ivan.
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his moans were louder than they should have, but he really couldn't keep himself quiet, when his partner touched his member like that. napoleone should have felt self conscious, for the way ivan kept staring at his body as he did so, but his mind was too clouded to think about his own self esteem.
when the older boy closed his mouth with a hand to keep the moans from coming out and started touching him faster, the blond one had to find another way to express how good it felt, starting from his trembling hips, that started grinding softly against ivan's hand. and his back, which arched as he shuddered.
that hand on his mouth was really keeping him from making a loud mess.
he had done it to himself a couple times before, when he was alone in his room, but when it was the pink haired boy's hand, and when he was so sensitive that it hurt, it was different. napoleone's hands tried to grasp on the bedsheets, or a pillow, when his member twitched in ivan's hand and oozed more pre-seminal fluid.
should he have been embarrassed for it? the boy he longed for was masturbating him like that, what else could he do? he gave ivan a submissive look, muffled whines coming from behind the hand on his mouth, as he felt himself dangerously on the edge, already. had his partner touched him a little bit harder, that would have been his undoing.
napoleone's eyes felt a little teary because of the pleasure. but it wasn't the time to cry, yet. he tried to keep it in.
Ivan kept watching him, studying his reactions, his behavior which was enchanting him more and more, as if his body was at his complete mercy, he felt it so much his own, and that forced him to go harder.
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He told him again not to moan, because he could hear him anyway, but it was useless, he couldn't shut him up so easily, but that didn't force him to stop either, he felt the white liquid running down his hand, making it all sticky, but it wasn't unpleasant.
He used it for something else, his hand slid down the most dangerous area, and he put pressure with his soaked fingers, he wanted to be careful with his partner's rectum, it would be uncomfortable the first time, he knew that, but if they both wanted to enjoy it was inevitable.
Slowly he pushed his first finger in, feeling the inside of the younger man's anus getting too tight, and the noises he made were uncomfortable but didn't seem to be telling him that he wanted to stop. Slowly, watching every reaction, he removed his hand to replace it with a kiss, something deep, that almost made their saliva drip from their mouths.
He didn't want to stop until he saw a change, that little sign he saw in everyone he'd ever been intimate with, he wanted that, little by little he was beginning to feel his partner's insides stop being so tight, and he could receive it.
So he removed his fingers from there, and separated from his partner who ended up moaning a little, they were going to hear them, he really didn't want to be discovered, not now, not when this had a meaning and created new sensations for him. More pleasurable.
the feeling was something else, the blond boy would have never thought it could get so intense, and they hadn't even started yet. his cheeks were so flushed, his body was feeling warm, like he had a fever, like he was on fire. napoleone was at his partner's complete mercy, and he was into it, on a dangerous level.
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his heart skipped a beat when he felt ivan's finger pushing into him. his eyes widened, and his throat let a couple groans out. it stung, he was a virgin. his legs tensed, and at this point, the hands grasping the bedsheets were holding on for dear life. pain felt so good at the same time, could it be the thought of being touched like this by the pink haired boy, that made him feel like that?
napoleone tried to lift his head a little, to look at ivan, but found himself tilting the head back on the pillow, when his partner changed the hand on his mouth with a passionate kiss. the boy's moans died on ivan's lips, and with the feeling of that, his hips started to move against the other's fingers. the pleasure had slowly started to come along with the pain.
when the pink haired boy parted from him and withdrew his fingers, napoleone groaned because of the sudden cold breeze he felt on his body. and the lack of contact with his lover. though when he said he was gonna put it in, the blond's body felt electric, it was driving him crazy.
"yes, please..."
the younger whispered in anticipation, and he spreaded his legs a little bit more for his partner. was he scared? yes, a lot. but knowing it was with ivan made him feel safe, and in need of it. he wanted to be taken, he wanted it to happen. and it couldn't have been with anybody else.
napoleone's eyes were teary from the previous stimulation, and when he felt the other's member line up with his entrance, he knew he would have shed some tears of pleasure soon.
It was time, he had been patient enough to do it slowly, as slowly as he could, and at the same time he had to keep him quiet by putting his hand over his mouth again.
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His penis began to make its way through his lover's entrance, he felt it fit tightly and that made him grunt a little, for the pleasure it gave him, even if he had prepared it, it was tricky if he didn't relax.
With his free hand, he held Napoleone's hips, to hold him while he began to thrust, slowly, taking his time, watching his partner's reactions, and he knew he was in pain but slowly noticing that he was still flushed and with tears in his eyes, he knew it wasn't just pain he was feeling.
And so he wanted to go deeper, his partner's back arched, he liked it, now he was completely sure.
-Shhhh, I can't keep my hand over your mouth all night....
Still, he kept moving, he leaned a little, noticing the blond's legs hugging his hips, as if he didn't want to let go, he wouldn't do it for anything in the world.
So he had an idea, it was the first time he would let someone be so close to him, and to one of the weakest points, he had, his neck.
He removed his hand, also stopping himself from making the younger boy moan more, and pulled him over his back to make him sit on him.
-Mark me
Even with such a request, his slightly flushed face was serious, a faint hint of lust peering out of Ivan's eyes, not wanting to show how aroused he was.
Incredibly he was, it was different to have sex with a person who, not only seemed incredibly attractive but with whom he had a different kind of relationship, one where he felt, for the first time, wanted.
It was different, so much so that feeling Napoleone's lips shyly kissing his skin made him cringe a little, though he regained his composure quickly, he wasn't going to fool himself, he had liked that.
the blond boy did not think something could click so clearly in his mind just from that, but when he felt that additional step, that painful but amazing feeling, then he knew for sure, that what he felt towards ivan wasn't anything else but love. the emotion he was feeling and the sensation of his heart about to explode was enough.
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his pink haired lover's penis felt so big inside of him. it had been painful at the beginning, but it was all worth it. he felt his breath get stuck in his throat, his legs tense up. he was having sex for the first time, no, he would have defined it as lovemaking.
napoleone arched his back when ivan seemed to hit a spot inside of him, it felt good all of a sudden, over the pain. that was when his legs flailed a little and closed up around his partner's hips.
he felt himself being pulled by ivan in a slightly different position, his mouth was freed and the first moan that came out of it was his lover's name, but in a form of plea. napoleone's arms held on his partner's figure as he kissed his neck, breathing heavily on his skin as he gently bit on it. the blond's lips were soft, gentle even when they weren't supposed to, made to kiss and be kissed.
"ivan... this feels s-so good..."
the younger whispered in the other's ear, as his hips tried in any way to move towards his partner's, to get more pleasure, the pleasure that was making him tremble and fall apart in the pink haired's arms. so much that a couple of gentle tears finally escaped his eyes as he started caressing the other's back.
"p-please, i want... i need more..."
napoleone's arms and legs held stronger around ivan, as if he was afraid he would have disappeared any moment. holding onto him like it was the last thing he would have done in his life.
his teary eyes met his lover's gaze, and he could just lean in a little, allowing his lips to graze a little against ivan's. it almost felt like a kiss, but somehow even more intimate than that. napoleone loved to feel him that close. napoleone loved him.
