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."
Excited and nervous both, Colin rolls onto his back and gets comfortable, squishing a pillow into place beneath his head and removing a vial from the belt he discarded earlier.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
It doesn't take Colin too much longer than Bene, soon wrapping all four limbs about him and arching his back. Then he goes slack, breathing hard and burying his fingers in Benedict's hair, lifting his head up so he can kiss him.
With a chuckle, Colin adjusts so Bene can rest comfortably, pulling one of the blankets up to cover them both. It's pretty early to go to sleep, but the intimacy of the moment feels nice. Probably especially so for Bene, after he went so long with hardly any touch at all. So he draws him close for a cuddle and just enjoys the moment.
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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."
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"Here," he says, pressing it into Bene's hand.
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Then, when the time seems right, Bene applies the oil to himself and leans over him.
"Ready?" he whispers.
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At the question, he nods and takes a deep breath. "Yes," he says as he exhales. "Go slow."
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Good thing they're not here.
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"Doing all right?" he asks a little distantly.
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Bene nods, panting faintly as he maintains his pace. "You?"
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"...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.
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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.
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"Good?" he pants.
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Maker, he needed that.
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"All right," he says, shifting beneath him, "you're heavy."
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"Was that all right?" he asks hoarsely.
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