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[altusimperius]

tell him how pretty he is

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[altusimperius]

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.

[keenly]

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.

[altusimperius]

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?"

[keenly]

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.

[altusimperius]

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.

[keenly]

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.

"Good?" he pants.

[altusimperius]

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.

[keenly]

Colin grins, feeling oddly elated.

"All right," he says, shifting beneath him, "you're heavy."

[altusimperius]

With a low-effort pout, Benedict rolls off him and onto his back, his arms splaying in either direction.

"Was that all right?" he asks hoarsely.

[keenly]

"It was!" Colin flips onto his front so he can rest on his elbows and look at Benedict. "It was fun. We'll keep practicing, though, yeah?"

[altusimperius]

Bene nods sleepily, and before he can say more, he yawns. Making the executive decision to scoot closer, he rests his head against Colin's shoulder.

[keenly]

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.