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"We--" pointed eye contact with Bene "--will wash them. Thank you so much."
He shuts off the feed and strides down to Athessa's room without even asking if Bene wants to help him (he knows the answer is no, and he really doesn't mind doing it). When he returns, he is loaded with bedding and nods for Bene to open the door to an empty room.
He shuts off the feed and strides down to Athessa's room without even asking if Bene wants to help him (he knows the answer is no, and he really doesn't mind doing it). When he returns, he is loaded with bedding and nods for Bene to open the door to an empty room.
Bene rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest, just trailing after Colin and eventually doing as he asks by opening the door.
Poking his head in first, he then sticks in his left hand to shine the light from the shard around, making sure no one else is in there. When he's satisfied by its emptiness, he slips through and lets the door swing open for Colin.
Poking his head in first, he then sticks in his left hand to shine the light from the shard around, making sure no one else is in there. When he's satisfied by its emptiness, he slips through and lets the door swing open for Colin.
It's bare bones, but at the same time, more comfortable than some of the surfaces Bene has slept on. He lowers himself onto it with a grin, cocking his head to one side as he sits near Colin, supporting himself on one arm and resting his free one on one propped-up leg.
And then, suddenly, he doesn't know what to say. It's been a while.
And then, suddenly, he doesn't know what to say. It's been a while.
It has been a while. Colin stretches out beside Bene and hesitates, unsure where to begin. He's had fantasies, certainly, but faced with the real thing?
His hand reaches out on its own, tucks a strand of hair behind Bene's ear, and the natural thing to do after that is move in for a kiss--tentative, nervous, as he hasn't been with anyone since the last time he was with this man, and was never truly with anyone before that.
His hand reaches out on its own, tucks a strand of hair behind Bene's ear, and the natural thing to do after that is move in for a kiss--tentative, nervous, as he hasn't been with anyone since the last time he was with this man, and was never truly with anyone before that.
Bene takes the opportunity to sink backwards as he meets the kiss, maneuvering himself onto his back and resting on one elbow as he holds the back of Colin's head with the other hand.
It's a difficult position to hold, so he eventually lies all the way back, snatching a pillow to put it under his head and tugging on the front of Colin's shirt, inviting him forward.
It's a difficult position to hold, so he eventually lies all the way back, snatching a pillow to put it under his head and tugging on the front of Colin's shirt, inviting him forward.
Colin straddles Bene easily and kisses him again, deeply this time, planting one hand on either side of his head. Eventually he has to come up for air, at which point he sits up and unties his belt. Tunic and undertunic come off in a single motion and are cast aside before he bends back down to kiss him again, fingertips sliding under Bene's shirt to find bare skin.
As Colin moves to remove his top clothing, Bene begins to do the same, unlacing his tunic in the front and untying his belt. Then, he lies back again, arms up, waiting with a smile for Colin to do the honors, if he wants.
Bene's shirt winds up torn off in a flash so Colin can touch, kiss, explore. Which he does, somewhat at his own leisure, which is only leisurely for so long because it has been some time. Eventually his fingers wind up at Benedict's hips, nudging his trousers downward.
"Do you..." He clears his throat and looks shy. "Do you, um. Want to try the...thing we've neither of us tried?"
"Do you..." He clears his throat and looks shy. "Do you, um. Want to try the...thing we've neither of us tried?"
Bene can't be too surprised, because on some level, he may have been hoping for this. Still, he has to think about it a moment, then nods.
"You or me?" he asks, the smile drifting off in favor of a more serious, uncertain expression.
"You or me?" he asks, the smile drifting off in favor of a more serious, uncertain expression.
Colin doesn't know what Bene does to himself in the semi-privacy of his own room, but he knows what he himself does. And he definitely doesn't want to deal with Bene in too much pain. They'll really need to work up to that.
You or me what? he almost says. Um. I guess you could fuck me if I can see you, would be a more useful alternative, but it makes him cringe internally just to think it. While he's accepted there's just some level of awkwardness to expect from sex, he doesn't want to flat-out ruin the mood.
Then he thinks of a way and regains a little of that smile, leaning in.
"Take me," he murmurs against Bene's ear.
You or me what? he almost says. Um. I guess you could fuck me if I can see you, would be a more useful alternative, but it makes him cringe internally just to think it. While he's accepted there's just some level of awkwardness to expect from sex, he doesn't want to flat-out ruin the mood.
Then he thinks of a way and regains a little of that smile, leaning in.
"Take me," he murmurs against Bene's ear.
If asked, Bene would say there hasn't been a lot of time for this sort of thing, and the mood doesn't arise very often these days. This is a lightning strike of a moment, when he has both the drive of desire and the privacy to act on it, and it won't go to waste.
I'll try, is his first instinct, but for the same reasons as Colin, he bites it back. "All right," he says instead, "switch with me then."
I'll try, is his first instinct, but for the same reasons as Colin, he bites it back. "All right," he says instead, "switch with me then."
They did something like this before, and Bene remembers from then what he's supposed to do. First fingers, while his non-lubricated hand works Colin from the front, ensuring his arousal before anything more intense happens.
Then, when the time seems right, Bene applies the oil to himself and leans over him.
"Ready?" he whispers.
Then, when the time seems right, Bene applies the oil to himself and leans over him.
"Ready?" he whispers.
It is different when it's someone else, and every now and then, Colin coaxes Bene to lean down toward him so he can see him, touch his hair, remember who this is. That keeps it from getting too...familiar.
At the question, he nods and takes a deep breath. "Yes," he says as he exhales. "Go slow."
At the question, he nods and takes a deep breath. "Yes," he says as he exhales. "Go slow."
And he does, at that. It's as new for him as it is for Colin, and mid-thrust it occurs to him how angry his parents would be right now, for this to be his first time putting his dick in anyone, and it's a male southern Circle mage.
Good thing they're not here.
Good thing they're not here.
It's...different. It barely even hurts. Mostly, it feels incredibly intimate, though all Colin has previously known of this particular act has been agony and shame. Now and again he has to get Bene to pause so he can shift his hips, but when he's in as far as he can go, he drops his head back and just tries to relax.
"Doing all right?" he asks a little distantly.
"Doing all right?" he asks a little distantly.
Better than all right, it feels amazing, but it doesn't seem like the time or place to revel in it. If nothing else, it's hard to go slow.
Bene nods, panting faintly as he maintains his pace. "You?"
Bene nods, panting faintly as he maintains his pace. "You?"
Colin nods, making another adjustment of his hips. Whatever happens, he definitely seems to be happy about it, as the next thrust causes a loud gasp. All the bad thoughts and memories he'd been straining to hold at bay go flying entirely out the window as he lands squarely in the moment.
"...Oh," he says as if enlightened. So that's what all the fuss is about. "You can go faster now."
His legs wrap around Benedict's waist and he braces himself.
"...Oh," he says as if enlightened. So that's what all the fuss is about. "You can go faster now."
His legs wrap around Benedict's waist and he braces himself.
With their combined relative inexperience, it doesn't take long. Bene just needed the go-ahead, and after a long and somewhat agonizing wait, it doesn't take him long at all to reach climax.
He holds onto Colin all the while, gripping his member and pumping it in time with his own thrusting, even after he's shuddered and collapsed onto him.
He holds onto Colin all the while, gripping his member and pumping it in time with his own thrusting, even after he's shuddered and collapsed onto him.
With his head on Colin's chest, Benedict nods, his eyes falling closed as the tingling warmth washes through his body.
Maker, he needed that.
Maker, he needed that.
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