[With a final, gentle tug, Hunk manages to pull the stretchy, alien fabric down enough to release Lance's erection. His hands pause where they are as his eyes take in the sight. It's not truly the first time he's seen the other's dick before. Locker rooms for physical training classes made sure every guy saw one another's junk at least once. Rather, it's his first time seeing it up close; this excited, and hard.
There's a moment of hesitation. Not because of lack of desire, or from a spike of sudden distaste. Hunk most certainly wants to do this, has wanted to do this for some time. It's a lack of experience that makes him pause. Sure, he's read some things, and maybe watched a couple of vids out of curiosity, but that feels like ages ago, and he so badly doesn't want to mess this up.
Letting his fingers gently wrap around the base, he shifts his gaze up to Lance's face. From the back of his mind comes something the other said to him before. 'Communication is important.' As awkward as it might feel, talking while his hand is holding his boyfriend's erection, Hunk can't help the nagging feeling that pushes the words from his mouth.]
Let me know if I do anything you don't like... okay?
[ He's free suddenly, cool air around his cock making him feel exposed. He gasps a little, peering down at Hunk who's taking in the sight. Does he like what he sees? Lance almost feels too vulnerable to summon up the courage, but his grin turns cocky (ha!) nonetheless. It falls off in the face of Hunk's hesitance, wiped away by his own niggling anxiety. Maybe Hunk doesn't like what he sees, maybe this where it all comes to an end--but then Hunk's fingers curl around him, making him hiss, hips bucking just an inch forward from the cold-hot contrast. ]
Hunk, you're so--incredible--god there's nothing you could do right now, nothing--that--I--please! I need you so bad, babe!
[Lance's physical reaction, paired with his plea, is all the encouragement Hunk needs to push his silly fears away. Flashing his partner a grin, his attention focuses back to the task at hand (haha!). Of course, he's not entirely sure how to really kick things off.
Considering that he also sports a dick, Hunk figures it can't hurt to start by trying some of the things he likes. Shifting his weight around on his knees, he begins by moving the hand at the base, and letting his fingers drag over the heated skin of the shaft. Hunk's other hand comes to rest on one of Lance's hips, while the other slides a thumb over the tip, the pad smearing beads of pre-come around the head.
Never one to shy away from tasting new things, Hunk leans in to swipe him tongue along the path his thumb has left.]
[ Lance's toes curl, all but throwing him off-balance but for his hands on Hunk's head and shoulders. His breath catches in his chest, all the tumbling words from his embarrassing outburst tangling in his throat with it. Hunk's tongue swipes over his tip, and Lance can't get his eyes off the sight, Hunk's dark head of hair leaning over his hips, imagining that broad tongue swiping over him...
He hiccups, one hand flying up so he can bite his knuckle hard enough to stop himself from shouting. He's way too keyed up, from the adrenaline of the fight and the burst of energy from declaring his flame to this...his whole body feels like it's on fire.
Gently, reverent, he strokes Hunk's hair, his soft moans extinguished by his fist. ]
[The hiccup catches his attention, eyes glancing up to take in the sight of Lance trying to keep himself quiet. It makes his brows knit together. That certainly won't do. He wants to hear his boyfriend's voice. Wants to hear all the sounds, all the little noises, Lance makes in response to what he does to him.
Leaning a little into those wonderful fingers, he licks along the shaft, small, short strokes, mixing in soft presses of his lips to the heated skin. He's doing what he thinks would feel good to him. Or what might drive him a little crazy, like following a long run of his tongue with soft puffs of breath. Fingertips just barely brushing over the swell of his balls.
Hunk's attention is focused solely on Lance's cock, and tasting every inch of it that he can, until he's finally worked up the nerve to take the head of it into his mouth. Being mindful of his teeth, he keeps his jaw relaxed, tongue flattening against the underside of hot flesh.
Taking an inch in, he backs up a little, before trying to take more, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue alongside the shaft.]
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There's a moment of hesitation. Not because of lack of desire, or from a spike of sudden distaste. Hunk most certainly wants to do this, has wanted to do this for some time. It's a lack of experience that makes him pause. Sure, he's read some things, and maybe watched a couple of vids out of curiosity, but that feels like ages ago, and he so badly doesn't want to mess this up.
Letting his fingers gently wrap around the base, he shifts his gaze up to Lance's face. From the back of his mind comes something the other said to him before. 'Communication is important.' As awkward as it might feel, talking while his hand is holding his boyfriend's erection, Hunk can't help the nagging feeling that pushes the words from his mouth.]
Let me know if I do anything you don't like... okay?
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Hunk, you're so--incredible--god there's nothing you could do right now, nothing--that--I--please! I need you so bad, babe!
[ Translation: 'okay'. ]
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[Lance's physical reaction, paired with his plea, is all the encouragement Hunk needs to push his silly fears away. Flashing his partner a grin, his attention focuses back to the task at hand (haha!). Of course, he's not entirely sure how to really kick things off.
Considering that he also sports a dick, Hunk figures it can't hurt to start by trying some of the things he likes. Shifting his weight around on his knees, he begins by moving the hand at the base, and letting his fingers drag over the heated skin of the shaft. Hunk's other hand comes to rest on one of Lance's hips, while the other slides a thumb over the tip, the pad smearing beads of pre-come around the head.
Never one to shy away from tasting new things, Hunk leans in to swipe him tongue along the path his thumb has left.]
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He hiccups, one hand flying up so he can bite his knuckle hard enough to stop himself from shouting. He's way too keyed up, from the adrenaline of the fight and the burst of energy from declaring his flame to this...his whole body feels like it's on fire.
Gently, reverent, he strokes Hunk's hair, his soft moans extinguished by his fist. ]
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Leaning a little into those wonderful fingers, he licks along the shaft, small, short strokes, mixing in soft presses of his lips to the heated skin. He's doing what he thinks would feel good to him. Or what might drive him a little crazy, like following a long run of his tongue with soft puffs of breath. Fingertips just barely brushing over the swell of his balls.
Hunk's attention is focused solely on Lance's cock, and tasting every inch of it that he can, until he's finally worked up the nerve to take the head of it into his mouth. Being mindful of his teeth, he keeps his jaw relaxed, tongue flattening against the underside of hot flesh.
Taking an inch in, he backs up a little, before trying to take more, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue alongside the shaft.]