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You're not totally sure how you ended up like this.
Well ... no. You're a little bit sure about how you ended up like this, straddling Osomatsu's lap on the edge of your bed as you attempt to steer this very typical (for him) make out towards something a bit less spit and more tongue. It isn't rare for the two of you to fool around whenever he's over, because he's Osomatsu and he's some idiot who somehow manages to turn things in his favor more often than not, and he usually tries really hard to at least touch you a little. Most of the time, he succeeds at least a bit, because at this point you've gone from exasperation to expectation, like alright, how long will it take for his hand to reach its way here?
(The answer is usually not very long at all, no.)
But for all his touches and gropes and eventual kisses, the two of you haven't actually done ... much. Hell, neither of you have taken off clothes except that one time Osomatsu ended up shirtless—hands have wandered under shirts and inside pants, but otherwise, clothing has pretty much remained on. You'd be surprised at that if it weren't for the fact that Osomatsu tends to get so excited ...
Well. You suppose clothing has come off, sometimes, once or twice, but only Osomatsu's pants so that they could be cleaned before he has to walk home. You had laughed a little bit at his expense when that happened, while he was distracted with being simultaneously embarrassed, disappointed, and satisfied.
This time, though—well, maybe you'd be lying if you said you weren't sort of waiting for this, too. It's a fair thought, isn't it? The two of you have come pretty close previously, so ...
You're a bit distracted from scrounging up excuses as to why you actually want to be with this guy when he finally breaks off the very sloppy, way too wet kiss to get some air and grin cheekily at you. At least you have the opportunity to untangle one hand from his hair to wipe your mouth.
"Hey," he starts breathlessly, and maybe you're just a little bit smug about the fact, even if he is ridiculously easy to get to this state anyways. You barely manage to bite your tongue from making a joke about previous attempts. Osomatsu's face is flushed and hopeful and all too eager, like a kid given free reign at a candy store. "You wanna do it?"
"Oh, Osomatsu, you're so romantic," you drawl, your own smile twitching at the edge of your lips. He takes your sass in stride, eyes lidding momentarily to give you an overly fond look that he probably thinks you aren't paying attention to, and your heart leaps to your throat. Just for a second, while you scratch the back of his head and he leans into your touch with a hum that's almost a purr, you swear.
"Maybe," you admit eventually, but as usual the very possibility is good enough for him to smile wider and dive back in, muffling your surprise with another just-a-touch-grossly-wet-tongue in your mouth. You know at this point that Osomatsu's kisses are usually a means for him to be able to just grab at you, but you still can't help but think he should probably be better at this by now.
His hands are overly warm wherever they touch you, though, wandering under your shirt and going to your breast and sometimes into your pants and to your butt, so you retaliate by lowering your own hands to his chest and letting them rest on his soft belly. Osomatsu ends this kiss much faster, seeming to realize that this means he can actually see your chest now with the way he's tugging eagerly at the hem of your shirt, and it's with a roll of your eyes you move to comply—but not before tugging his own garment, too.
It's only when you get it off that you feel a wave of embarrassment run over you. Your movements freeze and your face flushes redder, but at least you're not the only one—Osomatsu looks like a statue, except statues don't nearly drool like that, and you're also pretty sure statues can't suddenly turn so red their blush goes to the tip of their ears and part of their neck.
The attention should be uncomfortable, but he looks at you so reverently that you can't help but be a little flattered. God, he's just so ...
You think it's a little ironic that the one time he has all rights to be handsy, he's not. For a moment, you have to wonder if you might've killed him from letting him see a boob in person for the first time. Then he gulps audibly, a suddenly ... shy? Nervous?—look appearing on his face as his hand drops his shirt and reaches towards you, like he's worried about actually touching.
It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. You're ridiculous, because you just give him a fond look and grab his hand to put it over your chest, and you think maybe now you've killed him.
"Wow," he gulps again, and you want to laugh because he squeezes as he says it. This is terrible. He has no idea what he's doing, but then, you're only a little better off, and you're kind of grateful that it's happening like this and he isn't ... trying to reenact a porno, or something. Now that would be awful.
When you move a little from where you're sitting in his lap, because your legs are getting just a little bit sore, Osomatsu gasps like he's dying and running out of breath, wheezing slightly, and you really do end up snorting even as you blush. Oops.
"Sorry?" you try, definitely not seeming sorry at all with your amusement, but he shakes his head rapidly while ... seemingly trying to hold back from thrusting his hips back up against you. He takes in a stuttery breath, licking his lips, and idly you wonder if someone is supposed to be this affected by an accidental touch. Probably not, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't find it a little bit endearing in that super-virgin-Osomatsu way of his. He does shift a little bit, looking a tad uncomfortable, and Osomatsu actually avoids looking at your face when he speaks up again.
"Do you ... I mean ..." He tries to make some vague gesture to the top of your bed. "Um. Unless you wanna do it here, 'cause that's cool too."
"I'm pretty sure I'd sooner fall than come," you point out, chancing a glance behind you before looking in front, and Osomatsu seems a bit better from the bluntness of your statement because he chuckles and, after squeezing your breast one more time, gestures for you to get out of his lap. You do so, but you're not really sure about where to actually go, but Osomatsu's already spread eagle with his head on your pillows by the time you make to ask. He seems awfully smug right now considering the man came pretty close to finishing in his pants, again.
You're rolling your eyes even as you make your way towards him, and Osomatsu's grin falters as though he wasn't actually expecting you to go through with it, but he certainly has no complaints as you settle on top of his hips again. He's got that dumb look on his face again—the one where he's just staring at you, in such a way you could practically see stars light up his eyes, and you can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows and puts a hand on your thigh.
Pants, the both of you notice simultaneously. His shit eating grin seems a bit more nervous than normal, like he's worried you'll suddenly stop, but it's back anyhow.
"Wanna help me take these off?" he asks, as though he's doing you a favor. Your hands settle on top of his chest, eyes wandering up and down slowly in a semi-exaggerated manner, and you're pretty sure Osomatsu's flush has spread down to his collarbone.
"I'll think about it," you hum instead as your hands move down slowly, skirting around his fly but not actually going to it. Osomatsu whines and maybe even groans a little, dragging out your name in a childish manner that doesn't suit the situation at all. You end up snickering even as your own face flushes and your hands move to unbutton his jeans, and Osomatsu promptly stops his complaining to give you a dopey sort of grin again as his hands resume their exploration of your legs.
You can't actually help him take his pants off while sitting on top of him, though, and Osomatsu seems to have noticed this because the moment you move off him, he immediately scoots up until his back is against the headboard as he wriggles out of them. This is probably the fastest you've seen him move, but you stifle your laughter to take off your pants, too.
He's very obviously ogling you, grin so wide you feel his face will snap in half, and he once again seems way too cocky as he pats his thighs in an obvious sign for you to straddle him again. You consider not obliging before coming to the conclusion that he'll just whine incessantly until you do, probably, so you sigh in a tired manner before going. Is it possible for him to grin wider? That looks almost painful.
"You have really nice tits," he feels like pointing out, apparently, hands settling on your waist for a second before they're already moving ... pretty much everywhere else, including the assets he just 'complimented.' You wrinkle your nose at that, while Osomatsu is acting like he just said something really nice and is waiting for something in return.
"I need you to never say something like that again." Osomatsu visibly deflates, pouting, and you can already tell what he's going to say next so you ask, "Or at least don't say tits. Please."
"'Kay." It appears he's decided that trying to argue against this is pointless when he could, in fact, be grabbing said tits right now. "You're really hot, though."
You don't know what to say to that but you can feel your face warming up, so you settle on giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."
Osomatsu goes back to beaming even though you didn't say much of value, and you find it cute for all of two seconds before nearly squeaking when feeling his hands on your ass, bringing the two of you closer, and there's a mix of moans at the friction that result from it. Osomatsu's so far gone that he buries his face in your neck, leaving little kisses here and there, and it's almost sweet.
"You smell really nice," he murmurs against your skin, almost deliriously. It makes you shiver, and it's your turn to swallow thickly, and your hands find their way back up to his hair. One of his hands is back up to your chest, and he tries very valiantly to get your bra off but can't figure out the clasp. He ends up settling for moving the cup underneath your breast, and as uncomfortable as it is to have the wire digging into you slightly, you let him. "You're really soft, and warm, and—"
"Alright," you interrupt, voice sounding a bit rougher while Osomatsu continues to smooch down to your collarbone. This was infinitely more intimate and embarrassing than you thought it'd get, with him, but it's not unpleasant. At all. "I get it."
Osomatsu seems to stop for a moment before you can feel his smile on your neck, and the moment is over because he lifts his head to ask if you can take off the bra, and, well. You do so, and at this point you should just keep track of how many times he'll suddenly get transfixed on some aspect of your body because he's totally drooling now. He knocks himself out of it soon enough, and soon he's sort of giggling to himself as he plays with your boobs, squeezing them together and fondling and even tugging while you just watch on in ... You're not sure if you should be laughing or telling him off.
"Really soft," he seems to tack on as an afterthought, grinning so stupidly you decide it's time to tell him to stop. You figure it'd be harder to get him to stop with just words, though, so it's after only a moment of hesitation and blood rushing to your head that you grind your hips down against him. He ceases almost immediately, head thrown back against the headboard hard enough to bang it a little, and the way he moans is something straight out of one of his AV videos. Your face colors more at how perverted it sounds.
You wonder how the actual act will go if this is enough to reduce him to a boneless mess.
"Are you okay?" you're obliged to ask, an amused smile tugging on your lips at the thought of having to stop due to head injury from ... from some light humping (that sounds horrible, fucking terrible), but the blissful look on his face is more than enough of an answer.
"Yeah." His voice cracks, but Osomatsu's still smiling. "Yeah, I'm—good. But I might finish soon."
You don't feel too bad about giving him a flat look at that, because that's kind of expected from his track record, but he clearly doesn't feel too ashamed in admitting it because he gives you what you call his usual 'overconfident asshole' look. He does look worried when you move off him, momentarily, but that's only to reach into your bedside dresser, and his eyebrows raise and smirk reappears.
"Have you been preparing for this?" he asks gleefully, in a way that sounds like he's somehow bragging while also expecting you to be super embarrassed about the fact. You ignore the red on your cheeks to give him a reproachful look, because you've been ignoring your red face the entire time.
"You've been trying to get into my pants since the first date," you deadpan, and Osomatsu still looks completely shameless. He's a bit too focused on the fact that a condom means he's actually going to get laid. You throw the wrapper at his face and set the box aside again, using the time to try and will away some anxiousness. God, neither of you have actually touched each other's genitalia, yet, save for accidental grazes. You haven't even seen it (even though you can very clearly see the tent in his briefs and the wet spot forming there, too).
You're so lost in thought that Osomatsu has to pinch your thigh to get your attention again, and sometimes you wonder exactly how fast he is able to do things when he wants to because his underwear is lowered (how the fuck did he do that without you noticing) and ... well.
Well. Now you've seen it.
He seems pretty unaware of your hesitance in his eagerness, eyes sort of trained on your nether region as his thumbs begin to fiddle with the waistband of your undies. It takes another second, but you let out a breath and get on your knees to push your panties down, and you feel a little bit too exposed right now. Osomatsu's staring doesn't help, because you're pretty sure he's totally unblinking and going a little braindead, but you somehow manage it in the end.
For how shitty porn and movie sex usually is, it always looked easier there.
Osomatsu's hands settle on your waist, now, squeezing a bit, and you pause for another second before feeling even more blood rush to your head. Tentatively, you reach a hand out to his dick, and Osomatsu grips your skin harder while letting out a low groan. The sight of him so debauched sends a warmth to the pit of your stomach, and you get on your knees again to try and situate yourself over him, and.
The condom's already been lubed, and you're grateful for that because it makes all of this way easier, because you're sure he'd have no idea how to stretch you and you don't exactly feel like doing it yourself. (You're pretty sure if you did, he'd be able to come undone just from watching.) Osomatsu's girth isn't very large, but there's still a sting to it as you lower, slowly, and the noises he's making are dizzying. You're definitely blaming his porn watching for them, but find that you don't mind because in the heat of the moment, they sound ... really, really hot.
It feels like forever before you're seated on his hips again, and both of you are already breathing heavily, though you're probably better off than he is. Osomatsu looks totally ruined already, and he exhales lowly. You're pretty sure his grip on your waist is tight enough to leave marks, and the thought is ... not unattractive, but his hands go to your lower back and his head is against your neck.
"Holy shit," he chokes out, and there's a weird quality to his voice you can't place right now, too busy trying to catch your own breath before ... continuing. It doesn't take very long, and you hum somewhat appreciatively when Osomatsu kisses and licks your breast to occupy himself (sloppy, saliva filled kisses, as you'd expect), and you can feel his moan when you lift yourself slightly before slamming back down.
Osomatsu apparently takes that as a sign of permission because he starts to roll his hips, a shiver down his spine, and that's when you moan, too. That is, until ...
"God, you're so—tight," he huffs, squeezing you close to him, hips stuttering as he slowly rocks into you. "F-fuck, you ... you like that? My—"
"Osomatsu," you interrupt, more than a bit embarrassed on his behalf and already expecting what's next. You've stopped moving your own hips for the moment. "Are ... are you trying to dirty talk or something?"
At least he has the decency to look ashamed.
"Osomatsu!" You don't know what it is, but something about all of this makes you finally start laughing like you've been wanting to all along. "That's the worst! You can't tell me you're actually trying to recite something from porn!"
"Well," he starts, somewhat indignant, "it always worked in the videos."
"It's acting, Osomatsu. Bad acting. You can't honestly say you expect me to say something like," and here you pause to try and think of something appropriately horrible (and even as your face flushes, you're still laughing), "please, fuck my tight, wet hole with your huge cock."
You're pretty sure you just felt him twitch inside you, and the dumb look on his face totally gives away what he thought of that, and you don't know whether to laugh or cry. You're already doing one, though, so you settle on the former, but after catching his almost hurt expression, you lean in to kiss it away while finally resuming some kind of rhythm. He's still a little bit pouty, but more than happy to continue.
Even though that worry-filled moment nearly killed the mood for you, you can still feel the pressure building up again, your breaths getting caught in your throat. Your legs are kind of sore from the constant up and down, but at some point Osomatsu seems to be doing a well enough job on his own with small languid thrusts that cause you to bite your lip, and at another point he has one hand on your back pressing you as close to him as possible while the other is fondling your left breast. His mouth is on the right one, and when he sucks on it you can't help but cry out. Your hands are tangling in his hair again, tugging slightly, and somewhere in the haze you're almost impressed that it's lasting this long, considering what he said.
You notice Osomatsu's rocking is pretty slow, actually—slower than you'd expect from someone so eager to lose his virginity, from someone who usually has such fast hands and eager movements. It's a steady pace, and the way he presses into you is almost deliberate, and when he's done leaving marks on and groping your chest, both his hands are on your ass and pulling you closer, and he's muttering things into your neck again. Things like your name, and how this feels so good, you're so good, and if this is really happening because he can't believe someone like you and someone like him—
For some odd reason, you nearly feel like choking up, but instead you swallow that weird lump in your throat.
"Osomatsu," you croak, and he groans and you can feel his dick throb just a bit. It's hard to manage when he's holding you so tightly to him, but you manage to snake a hand down to rub your clit. You wonder if he can hear how loud your heartbeat is. "I'm getting—I'm—"
He seems to get the hint, for once, because his thrusts are becoming more erratic, and you can tell from his own pitched panting that he's getting there, too, and the steady rhythm from before is totally ruined as his hips stutter and he ruts desperately into you, still babbling. You might be pulling a bit too hard on his hair when you start tipping over the edge, voice caught in your throat as you try to ride out your orgasm. It's not particularly intense—more like a pleasant sensation racking through your body—but still you curl in and take a sharp breath, and that's pretty much it for Osomatsu. It sounds like he's trying to say your name, but his voice cracks halfway through and his eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he whimpers and stiffens.
The both of you sort of fall limply against the bed like that, with Osomatsu back on the headboard and you on his chest. The slightest shifting from him causes a small noise to escape you, walls fluttering in a slight aftershock, and Osomatsu groans too. Enough time passes for you to decide this is all getting a bit unsexy, though, and it's with shaky legs you get off him. Osomatsu whines, as he's ought to do.
"Come back," he mumbles, even going as far as weakly lifting a hand towards you. It's too endearing, with the way his face is flushed and his hair is mussed and his grin is as lazy as the look in his eyes.
"M'not going anywhere, you big baby." You're sure as hell not going to stay on top of him like that, though. Osomatsu seems to get the picture when you start wriggling your way under the covers, but you stop him before he can to do the same to at least point out, "Throw away your damn condom."
"Mmm." He ends up just tossing it to your bedside table, not even tied. That's so disgusting, you think, but you can't really be bothered to deal with it because you want to enjoy the afterglow. Osomatsu looks ready to pass out, but he still musters enough energy to get under the blanket next to you and immediately latches on for cuddles.
"Guess you're not a virgin anymore," you point out, and his grin seems to widen as he hums and snuggles up close. "Guess I'm not either," you add as an afterthought, and Osomatsu blinks out of his post-coital bliss just long enough to look at you in wonder.
"I was your first?" he asks, softly, and for a moment you're kind of taken aback with how he sounds.
"Oh. Uh. Yeah." Your answer seems to stir something in him because he hugs you again, tightly to his chest.
"That's—cool. Really cool." His voice sounds weird again, and you're pretty sure you just felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "I didn't think I'd get to be anyone's first."
You blink. "Osom—"
He lets out a much too satisfied sigh, and you can already feel his breathing evening. You're stuck in this hold of his, so after a few more minutes, you fall asleep too, nuzzled against him.