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"Everything about Asra is always so warm. From his skin to his eyes to his demeanor- of course he would find a way to spread his warmth to your heart."
Contains: GN Reader, No Mentions of Reader Genitalia/body type, Handjobs, Minor Cumplay, Inexperienced Reader, Established Relationship
Word Count: 3001
(NSFW UNDER CUT)
Your hands shake as you carefully pull up Asra’s shirt. His body is solid and warm under Your you, only moving to breathe through swollen lips. You’re trying not to seem as nervous as you feel, but it’s hard to quell the tremors that course through your body. There’s been many a heated moment between you two in the past but now? Now it seems like you might be going all the way.
And it is terrifying.
He’s had no problems letting you take the lead and setting the pace for your whole relationship so far, but that doesn’t mean he can help himself from a little teasing every now and then.
“It’s cute how concentrated you are”
Usually, you would bite back with your own teasing. Right now, you can’t. Uncertainty bubbles under your skin and the nip to your concentration squeezes some of it out of your mouth.
“Listen, if we’ve done this before then I don’t remember it!”
You try to play it off as a joke with a lilt to your tone, but your voice gives away unease that’s settled in your body anyways. You know Asra better than you do anyone else in this world just as he does you. You know you shouldn’t be afraid of him, and yet, your body responds all the same.
His eyebrows twitch and for a moment, he looks almost concerned “Do you want to know-”
“No! Just...” You sigh, adjusting your legs around his hips. “Be patient with me... please?”
His eyes squint in a way that tells you he’s unconvinced, but his face quickly returns to its usual casual expression. It seems like whatever doubt is still in his mind will remain unsaid for now. It’s a bit unnerving to be left wondering what he’s thinking like this, but his eyes give no more indicators of what’s going on in that brain of his. Curse him and his beautiful poker face.
A small, measured smile “Of course.”
You push down the building unease you feel. Less thinking, more doing.
You sit up and scootch down his thighs to get a better view of his crotch. His pants are loose but even so, you can still spy a suspicious shape beginning to emerge. In theory, you know the next step is to reveal what's underneath the cloth, but you're not quite sure what way to go about it. Just pulling down his pants seems so... anticlimactic. Shouldn’t this be... sexier? Your hands hover over his waistband, but chicken out last minute before pulling them down.
No need to rush, you can take however long you want, you can stop whenever, Asra would never mind. You repeat the reminders in your head a few times to build up the nerve to try and touch him again.
You end up running your hands up and down his sides, admiring him. His beautiful golden skin twitches beneath your hands, muscles contracting with every touch of your fingers upon his flesh. The dim candlelight in the room makes every ridge and dip of his abdomen more pronounced; the shadows acting like guides for your hands. Asra’s body feels so solid. He feels almost sturdy- which isn’t wrong considering how much you can rely on him.
The motions of your hands are more calming than sexy, you suppose, but perhaps that’s what you need right now. Every time your hands go down, they inch closer and closer to his waistband again. Slowly, your hands start to explore the fabric below the band, and you find yourself brushing against the growing hardness between his legs. A small sound comes from Asra after a particularly firm touch that drags your attention away from your limbs, but a quick glance up at his face confirms that it’s one of pleasure.
This time, when you go to grab his waistband, you find that there’s significantly less hesitation in your movements. He’s quick to lift his hips when you wiggle your fingers between his clothing and his skin and before you can give your brain time to start doubting itself again, you pull down his pants.
Well, you had an idea of what you were going to see, but seeing Asra bare like this for what feels like the first time still leaves you surprised. His skin under his pants is just as ochre as the rest of his body, and his penis seems like it’s probably fuller of blood than it usually is. Despite all your earlier anxiety, you can feel your mouth salivate just the tiniest bit when you focus your eyes on the veins along the shaft and the shape of its emerging head.
“Do you like it?”
He sounds amused when he asks the question, and it catches you by surprise. Your gaze flits back and forth between his crotch and his face while you conjure up an answer to his question.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I do- I- I like it.”
Your totally smooth answer makes Asra smile.
“You can touch it if you want.” Cheeky. He tilts his head at you with squinted, happy eyes.
You worry he might be getting impatient, but all you see in his gaze is fondness. Looking back at his member, you reach one cautious hand to grab it, then another when it doesn’t bite.
It feels a bit stiff, but not quite firm. You guess this is what is meant by the phrase “Half-mast?” There’s a weight and heat to his shaft that while you suppose makes sense, isn’t quite what you expected. It’s simultaneously more impressive and less imposing than you feared it would be You adjust your grasp on it, swapping it from hand to hand while you try and figure out just how you’re supposed to maneuver his dick. It’s hard not to feel awkward or embarrassed as you realize just how clueless you are.
Under the glow of the candlelight and under his shaft, you spot a lump that you quickly realize probably contains his testicles. You only let yourself wonder briefly before acting on your impulses. Delicately, you remove one of your hands from his length and use it to cup his balls. The texture of the skin on them is different than the rest of his skin, a bit strange and wrinkly, and they seem to be even warmer than the rest of him.
Experimentally, you give his length one solid stroke, and his body responds immediately. His abs immediately tense up, and his dick jumps in your grasp. You nearly jump back in surprise seeing how responsive he is, and it must show on your face. A small, amused huff comes from his mouth, but all Asra does when you meet his eyes is to- just as he always does- give you a smile.
“Would you like some guidance?”
He offers the suggestion with a kind look, but you can feel a tingle on your cheeks anyways. It isn’t enough to deter you from considering his offer, though.
“... Maybe.”
While he does laugh softly, there’s no condescension in it, and he grabs your hand in his own in a comforting way.
“Can you grab the massage oil off the dresser? It’ll make things easier.”
He gestures at a bottle across the room. You scootch off the bed and reach out an arm to grab the colorful glass. You’re familiar with this bottle from other contexts (namely massages as the name implies) but it’s nice to know of its other uses. Just as quickly as you rose, you return to the bed and kneel over the body of your lover.
“Okay. Now what?” The obedience feels a bit childish... but so be it.
Asra at least does not dwell on it “Pour some on your hands.”
His response is so obvious, but you still require confirmation before you feel like you can move. You do exactly as he says and pour the oil into one of your palms, leaning over to place the oil on the bedside table and rubbing your hands together afterwards. It quickly warms up in your hands. You hover your hands awkwardly above his body and look towards his face until he silently nods in approval. With more confidence than earlier, you grab his cock once again and adjust your position on his thighs.
Asra places one of his hands over one of your own. You wait for him to do something, but when he does nothing, you look up at his face and encounter his eyes looking for your own.
“Ready?”
As per usual, his face doesn’t betray his thoughts, but you can’t help but wonder what is going on in that head of his.
“I’m ready”
Weirdly enough, you’re able to respond with full confidence. Slowly, anxiety is giving way to anticipation... excitement.
Perhaps this isn’t as scary as it seems after all.
Asra nods and his eyes drop down to your hands. Quickly, you follow his lead, and he starts to move his wrist.
The oil does its job well and lets your hands glide easily along his skin. His grasp tightens and so you do the same in turn. Your confidence grows with every pump you give his shaft; the guidance he gives you puts you at ease. When he lets go of your hand, it’s easy to keep up the rhythm on your own.
“That’s it, just like that... Don’t be afraid to explore.”
There’s a playful hint to his words, but there’s also an unfamiliar breathiness to it. You take a peek at his face and notice he seems a bit more flushed than usual, though it is quite hard to tell with his skin tone and the dim lighting. His expression is hardly any different, but the small changes just becomes more obvious the longer you look at him.
The effect you have on him... There’s just the smallest twinge of pride that flutters in your chest after seeing his reaction.
You decide to heed his earlier words and let one of your hands wander while you stroke his cock. Up and down you move one hand while the other wanders aimlessly, smearing the oil across his body. Laying your palm flat on his stomach, you can feel his rapid breathing and heartbeat. A quick glance up at his face and you can confirm your earlier suspicion that his face has in fact turned a different shade of brown.
Giggling, your hand trails down back to his groin, dragging only your oiled fingertips along his skin. His abdomen twitches and he shifts his legs. Your hand ends up between his legs once more, palming at his balls once again before taking them gently in your grasp. Your other hand is also delighting in the way his body responds to its touch. It’s starting to become more and more obvious to you that the head of his cock seems to be the most sensitive part of it; Every time your curled fingers glide over it, his breath seems to hitch, and his hands seem to grab the sheets tighter.
Despite how scary it seemed earlier, the idea of him possibly returning the favor is starting to sound quite enticing. You didn’t intentionally sit on the perfect spot for his squirming thighs to stimulate you, but you’re not about to move anytime soon. It’s surprisingly good. The sounds of Asra’s labored breath, the feeling of his warm cock in your hands, and your own hormones are starting to get to you.
Clearly, it’s all getting to him too, seeing as one of his hands lets go of the sheets to instead cover his open mouth. Even with the barrier, the small sounds he’s started to make with every stroke reaches you.
“Are you usually so sensitive?”
“Not usually.” A small laugh escapes from behind his hand “You just- ah- make me more excited than other people.”
Of course, sap that he is, he would answer with something like that.
“Oh hush.”
While he does seem to try to obey you after a little giggle, he’s not quiet for long. Even just breathing seems to be harder for him to do silently.
“I’m getting close...”
He sounds strained while he says it, like he’s barely holding himself together.
“Is that... bad?”
You only slow down for a few seconds, but it’s enough for his hips to rock up against you to try and follow the waning pressure.
“No no. It’s good, but I’m just warning you in case you have anything else you want to do.”
He’s still smiling, but that response carries an implication that unfortunately raises the hair on the back of your neck. He must be testing the waters... does he want to do more with you. Well, obviously yes, he does, but does he want to do it right now...?
The idea sounds pleasant in your head. Sleeping with your beloved partner.... having full on sex with Asra... It sounds so so nice and yet, you feel a coldness in your chest at the idea of following through on these thoughts. You may want to but...
... There’s always another time. Right now, you’re clamming up again. You’re not ready.
“Is it okay if I uh... if I just want to do this?”
Logically, you know the answer will be yes. He would never force you or pressure you to do something. After all, it’s been years now that he’s held off making any moves on you despite your history. You know this and yet, worry lurks in your brain anyways. What if just this time, you’re misreading him and he’ll be disappointed in you? Sure, it’s never happened before, but there’s a first time for everything. This could be the time-
“Hey,” Asra calls to you and waits until you look at his face “Anything you want is always okay with me.”
He shifts slightly to grab your hand off his abdomen and tangle your fingers together, the suddenness stopping you from spiraling just as you started to look down into the abyss.
“We could stop here or go even further than this, it makes no difference to me. I just want you to have fun.” His thumb glides across the back of your hand “As long as you get what you want, I’ll be happy. You can worry about what I want some other time, but I don’t see how I couldn’t be with you here.”
Everything about Asra is always so warm. From his skin to his eyes to his demeanor- of course he would find a way to spread his warmth to your heart. Right now, the way he looks at you is like gravity, holding you captive with its intensity.... God, how badly you want him.
His serious expression vanishes as quickly as it had arrived when you give him a little squeeze and tug.
“I want to see you finish first.”
Ever the sweet person he is, his eyes are practically closed with how wide he smiles.
“I’ll happily oblige~.”
A smile returns to your face as well, and you shyly lower your head just to be met with the sight of him still throbbing in your grasp. Ah right, a hand job, that’s what you were in the middle of giving him. Time to get back to bringing your favorite magician the pleasure he deserves.
He must have been barely holding onto himself while he spoke to you if the state of his sex is anything to go by. Even just the slightest shift in how you hold him has his stomach tensing up with restraint. You place both hands around him this time, one squeezing where the head meets his shaft and the other pumping the shaft itself. The sounds produced by this are slick and lewd. Skin shifting on skin while you move, the light smacks of your hand hitting his base and then meeting your other hand, the breathy moans muffled by hands- it's downright lewd to hear. Between the audio stimulation of it all and the visual stimulation of your usually composed beloved, you wonder how in the world did you put this off for so long.
It doesn’t take long for it to all overwhelm Asra. With a stifled “Ah-!” of pleasure, it finally happens. His dick twitches repeatedly in your hand and suddenly, white liquid spurts out of the head rapidly before beginning to slowly ooze out and coat your hands in his spend. Momentarily, you freeze up, uncertain of what to do, but then Asra hips fuck upwards into your grasp, and it becomes obvious what you should do. You smear his cum all over his length. Up and down your hands move until there's a milky froth at his base and his practically whimpering. You move and squeeze and pump until he can’t take it anymore and the same hand that previously guided you has to grab your wrist once again to stop you.
Asra doesn’t pull your hand away just yet, but he does keep it still until you feel him start to soften. His white eyelashes finally flutter open, and he looks to meet your gaze. When he does, he smiles a toothy, wide grin, and you do the same in response.
The blissful silence between you two is broken when he nearly barks out a laugh and grabs you by your shirt
“Get over here-”
He presses his lips to yours, ignoring the way your soiled hand presses down on his chest to hold you up. He wraps his arms behind your neck to hold you close as he kisses you. Once, twice, and a third time just for good measure.
He pulls away and looks at you with an intensity that’s nearly overwhelming. A gaze full of admiration and joy- A complete contrast from earlier.
“I love you.”
Of course he does, how could you ever doubt it? You pull him close and smile against his skin.
Was just thinking about the Valkyrie climax event and Shu's grandpa did a really convuluted way to tell his family and his grandson's boyfriend/unitmate and some of his grandson's friends that he used to crossdress when he was younger
Ohhhh yeah I vaguely remember. Not a ValkP but weren't a lot of people interpreting it as Shu's grandpa having been a closeted trans woman? Either way, fascinating and unexpected writing choice. I really do think Shu should do some gender introspection for his own good
CROWWWW Are you supporting anyone in the Grace vs Senshi vs Tenna showdown because if you are it's the perfect time to write propaganda :333 ESPECIALLY if you're on team Grace :333
Sorry to disappoint nonnie but i wanna fuck that TV. #teamtenna ftw but you make a good point on writing propaganda. I totally could.... hrmmmmm.... hehehe.... perhaps i shall
Hey crow you smoke right? can you have a hit for me? im on a tolerance break and want to live through another person if you don't mind
I think smoking with Rinne would be an amazing and sexy time just saying
HELL YEAH give me a sec let me find my cart
anddddd done. Had 2 hits in fact! One for me and one for you nonnie <3
Now, about Rinne.... Yes 👍 There's a himerinne fic with them smoking and fucking written by the lovely @soaringsummerbird right here which i suspect you might enjoy
I don’t hate it for what it is, but I wish Tumblr would give you the cream back
also banish nice arneb thunder please I don’t want him watching while I jork it
I... didn't think about it like that... he will be leaving shortly, fret not 😂
But yeah no its so stupid. Like... come on man, its been four years with no incidents, why now??? And why reject the appeal??? Craaaazy. Absolutely crazy. I think if anything happened to this blog I'd be utterly distraught because of just how long ive had it and how much effort I've put into it over the years. Sigh, only way to fully avoid it is to adapt to tumblrs stupid shitty automod system :/
Ok, trying to work on a new color pallet for the blog now. Please vote for whichever one seems more appealing (and if you have any comments, feel free to reply or send an ask)
mayoi would love it if his partner wore very cutesy, frilly clothing and allowed him to absolutely ruin them in it. i dare say it would be one of his biggest turn-ons to see his partner all dolled up
this is a problem for tomorrow (or sometime this week in general) but giving y'all a heads up that im going to be changing my color palette. tumblr has decided my graphics look too much like porn and hiding some of my writing so i gotta do that now 🫠
