backyardbbq | Post-redacted threads + other nonsense

[One fastening by the neck makes it easy for the sweater and shirt to slide off over his head, and he ends up tossing it to the side while Izo gets an eyeful (and a handful) of the scrawny man. He's thin, but not to the point of being sickly. And the myriad of scratches and cuts here and there- mostly on his forearms- speak to a life of climbing trees and scaling tall landscapes. He is rather pale though, since he probably gets no sun whatsoever on any part of him besides his face, neck, and hands. Those Finnish genes make him look as white as a sheet of paper.

The touch tickles a little, and it makes Lalli flinch a bit, but it's not bad. And when Izo looks up, Lalli nods to give permission. Explore away, this is fine by him. Lalli is already making mental notes of what to do when he gets to strip Izo in a moment.]

[ Skinny and pale, yes, but alluring nonetheless. His touch gets a little more firm now, running his fingers down his chest to his stomach in a slow caress. His warmth is a nice contrast to the relatively cool air in his apartment.

Ah, he'd gotten a bit distracted.

He continues with the careful pace, opening up the waistband of his pants. Smoothly, slowly, he pushes them down along with anything that might be beneath. He's on his knees in front of him now with a hand on Lalli's inner thigh, looking up with a playful grin. ]

Not a bad view from here...

[If nothing else, Lalli will keep them warm while they're close like this.

It's not until his pants and underthings are down that Lalli starts to feel self-conscious. He's never been touched like this and just having a hand somewhere so sensitive makes him feel weak in the knees. He's quick to put a hand on Izo's shoulder to stabilize himself.]

Is it?

[He really doesn't know, and he's lost the brainpower to do one of his usual long-winded complaints.

His dick is also getting firmer with those touches too. Lalli's had erections before, and he's even tried touching himself a few times. But never has he had someone else touch him and it's leaving him feeling light-headed.]

What if I fall down?

[ He could keep teasing him from here but...he has a point. A teasing grope is all he gives him before standing back up. ]

If you're worried 'bout that, sit down.

[ Izō is solely focused on Lalli right now, to the point he doesn't even consider taking off his own clothes. ]

'S why we came in here, right? Sit down and we'll keep goin'.

[And Lalli immediately sits down on the edge of the bed. I am so sorry he is like this.

After a moment, he remembers the touching and he spreads his legs a bit, giving Izo room to fit between his legs. His hands are resting on the bed too, keeping him upright. Though depending on what happens he might end up flopping back against the bed eventually.]

Show me how. I'll do it to you next.

[ That's about what he expected, really. It's charming in a weird way. He bites his lip to stifle a laugh before he settles in between Lalli's legs. ]

Ya don't gotta do anythin' for me, alright?

[ And with that out of the way, he wastes no time picking up where he left off. He spits into his hand before he starts to stroke him, slow and steady. His thumb brushes over the tip in a lazy circle with each pass. Izō looks up at him with a slight tilt of his head.]

Want me to keep goin'...?

I don't do things I don't want- to-

[His sentence pitches up at the end as Izo closes his hand around him. He's left gripping the blanket with his hands to try and keep them still, because otherwise he might grab onto himself or Izo and that would be truly embarrassing.

It's strange, to be touched in such a way, but it feels good too and soon Lalli is left breathing heavily and sweating. His already-hot body is starting to feel stifling.

To answer Izo's question, Lalli nods his head quickly. His knees tremble at the thought of just what Izo is going to end up doing with his mouth, too.]

Yesplease!

[ Damn it, he's cute. His reactions just make him want to tease him more instead of pushing ahead. He's not feeling quite that mean, though, so Lalli is spared the impulse.

Izō lowers his head instead and, with no further warning or hesitation, takes Lalli's cock into his mouth. His tongue flattens against the underside, curving and swirling around the tip as he slowly starts to bob his head. His hand works what isn't in his mouth in a slow, steady pace. His intent isn't to overwhelm...not yet, anyway. ]

[Izo's intent may not be to overwhelm, but that's hard to do when Lalli is already hypersensitive to touch. There's no suppressing the way Lalli gasps out loud, nor how he squeezes his eyes shut as he leans forward instinctively. So much for holding onto the bed, Lalli's fingers are firmly buried in Izo's hair now.

He can't find words at the moment, but his breaths are heavy and unrestrained and probably speak for themselves. Sitting is also good because like this he can't thrust into Izo's mouth, which he absolutely would be doing on accident if he was at any kind of angle to do so.]

[ Even if he were, he could take it. It's nice to have complete control for once -- he's quite used to people going to town on his mouth and throat with little regard for him (he likes that kind of treatment, though) -- and he'll take full advantage of that.

A muffled, appreciative little noise escapes him at Lalli's finger in his hair. That's also nice, something he takes as a sign to continue along with his other encouraging reactions. Slow, steady, and potentially infuriatingly, Izō sucks his cock. There's a measure of skill to his motions, to the way he moves his tongue -- definitely not his first time doing this. The surest sign of that is when he takes his hand away from his shaft and takes all of him into his mouth and throat. He holds there, looking up at Lalli as he swallows around his dick. ]

[It's lucky that Lalli doesn't even know shame about sex noises yet, because he is making absolutely no attempt to be quiet. Izo is being slow enough that this blowjob is tantalizing instead of overwhelming, but something in Lalli shifts in that moment Izo goes down on him like that.]

Ha- Izo-!

[His thighs are trembling and he's tugging on Izo's hair as he tries to speak. For someone who's never had sex before this is A Lot and he's trying to warm Izo that he's about to come.]

[ Sorry, neighbors, y'all just gotta deal with this.

He at least gets the message and pulls back, but doesn't stop stroking him. No, Izō wants him to come and he's fine with taking it in the face. ]

C'mon, give it to me.

[ The thought excites him enough that he can't help but palm himself through his hakama. He might be getting off on this. ]

So frustrating-

[What does Lalli mean there? Who's to say? Something may be frustrating but he seems to be enjoying it, because moments later he's practically hugging Izo's head as he comes hard, covering Izo's hand (and probably part of his face too) as he shivers and spills over.

Somehow, by the end of it, Lalli ends up with a leg trying to hook around Izo's body. Did it help? It's hard to tell. But he's now clinging to Izo in a way he's never clung to anyone ever before. Normally he avoids touch, but right now he's holding on for dear life. It isn't until he's fully spent and his panting becomes a bit less frantic that he finally lets go of his tight grip on Izo.]

[ It's endearing the way he clings and Izō can't really mind it. He's happy to let Lalli cling to him as long and as hard as he needs to as he milks his dick for the last of his come. The mess is wiped off his face, then licked off his hand in an unnecessarily lewd show.

Izō grins up at him. ]

Ya liked that, huh?

Mmmmrgh.

[Lalli that's not an answer.

Though to be fair, it's an appropriate response to that lewd display from Izo. Lalli's skin is flushed from their recent activities, but watching Izo lick up his come is the first thing to get Lalli to honestly blush this whole time.

He's going to let go of Izo and flop back on the bed. His leg is still attempting to hold onto Izo though.]

Come up here.

[ He laughs before he wriggles free of Lalli's leg to settle down alongside him. Izō doesn't try to cuddle with him or anything, instead there remains a respectful amount of space. If Lalli wants the contact, he'll seek it out -- or at least that's his reasoning. It also keeps his own arousal from being a more direct problem. ]

I said it before but...ya don't gotta do anythin' for me if ya don't wanna, okay?

[Izo understands Lalli well. Lalli will eventually seek out more touching, but his whole body feels sensitive right now and he needs a moment to recover. It's probably going to be a thing where, post-coitus, he just shoves his partner away for a little bit before demanding cuddles.]

I want to, and I'm going to.

[After a few more seconds, he sits up and peers down at Izo. It's like he's trying to answer some unspoken question in his mind, but just looking at Izo isn't getting him the answer he wants.]

It didn't taste bad?

If ya wanna then I ain't gonna stop ya.

[ That question, though...He shrugs. ]

I mean...it don't taste great, but it ain't bad. I'm jus' used to it by now, I guess.

[ An acquired taste, one could say. Izō shifts a bit, tosses his coat and scarf aside, then starts to undo his hakama ties. May as well start the process now. ]

[Well, that just makes him more curious.

He lets Izo take off his coat and scarf, but when he reaches for his hakama ties Lalli suddenly reaches out to grab his hands.]

I want to do it.

[ He stops and shrugs. ]

Alright, go 'head, then.

[ No harm in letting him do that, plus it's been awhile since he's let anyone strip him. It's kind of nice to have the help. ]

[Lalli is going to go ahead and nudge Izo onto his back, then. It's a change from before, since Lalli had insisted on standing up to get undressed. But like this, Lalli can sit on his knees and work on untying the cloth, and then slipping the hakama off entirely. That's when he finds out just how many layers Izo has on, and he gets a perturbed look on his face.]

Why are you wearing so much? Isn't it all heavy?

[He says as he's already going for the obi on the next layer.]

[ Izō props himself up on his elbows, unable to help himself from laughing. ]

It ain't that much. It's all pretty light...Plus it's been fuckin' cold lately. [ He makes a face. ] Weren't ya wearin' more'n I was?

[ Despite how scrawny his clothing makes him look, Izō has a surprisingly well-honed physique. Muscular and tanned, he's a stark contrast to Lalli. ]

No.

[He was probably wearing about the same amount.

And Lalli is pretty surprised to see that Izo isn't a scrawny man like he is. He had assumed they were of the same body type, but apparently he had been wrong. There's a lot to see here, and Lalli's curiosity and desire to explore lights up his eyes.]

You're hiding a lot of you in your clothes.

[He reaches forward with a hand, about ready to touch Izo's abdomen to feel the muscles there, but she stops short and glances up at Izo. He's asking permission here without actually asking, just to be sure it's fine.]

Keeps people guessin'.

[ Izō expects the touch and tenses up in anticipation for something that doesn't quite come. It's still a little weird for someone to ask for explicit permission, but...he doesn't dislike it. He gives a little nod. ]

Go on...Touch me as much as ya like.

['Touch as much as you like'. That means that Lalli is going to be touching Izo quite a bit, because while being touched overstimulates him easily touching other people does not.

That hand finally closes the gap, pressing against the firm muscles of Izo's abdomen. It's nothing like his own body, and he's clearly impressed by it. This must be what happens when you fight with swords all the time. Lalli then pushes his hand up, sliding it against Izo's chest to feel him up a bit.]

It's firm.

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