splitmemory | late night study sessions

It's easier, to handle, once their lips are pressed together again. He can focus on their kiss, on the feelings running through him, on the emotions he feels. His eyes close, allowing him to relax more in full, his hands slowly traveling to allow him to wrap his arms around Trey's neck, to pull him further down, to let one of his hands press against his back, between his shoulders. Eager, yes, but also...

He's trying to help Trey relax. To help him get back into the moment, instead of arguing and trying to bring logic into this. Later, Riddle would have the time to be embarrassed about how rash he was, about the ways he justified this to Trey, about... pretty much all of how this went down, but right now?

He wants to focus on them.

Really, despite being so logic-centric? He's always been a little impulsive, once he's got what he wants in his sights. His lips part carefully against Trey's again, tip of his tongue this time moving to drag across Trey's bottom lip, to ask for entrance sooner rather than later. It'd be him exploring, him taking over Trey's mouth to wholly and distract him away from his thoughts, his logic, his reasoning. Isn't this better, after all? To go with their gut, to proceed with what they're feeling, what they want.

Hopefully Trey doesn't mind when his fingers curl against his bare back, when his nails dig in, and he makes a quiet noise into his mouth. He's dangerously close, but fuck if he's going to let himself reach that peak before Trey's inside him - with Trey's protests from before.

Riddle's stubborn - and would get what he wants, in the end, as always.

When push comes to shove, he's the one with the temperament to thrive on routine by choice rather than necessity--the one whose expectations had come so wholly from within. Is it really any surprise that he's quicker to get lost in anxiety than passion, that this first taste of relative independence has tasted more of uncertainty than freedom?

Still, he wants to do his best. He wants to make this a cherished memory for both of them, if he can. Trey slowly relaxes under Riddle's touch, lips parting to tangle their tongues together as the kiss deepens. If anything, nails in his back are more normal than this hesitant tenderness; Trey shifts atop him to pull his fingers out entirely, replacing them with a cock pressing slowly but steadily into him. He'd say something reassuring, maybe, (as if Riddle was the one who actually needed it) or ask if he was ready.....

How is he meant to do that though, when Riddle is so busy exploring his mouth? Better to just listen to the younger man's body, instead of asking outright.

Just as Trey tends to lean into anxiety, into order and routine by choice, Riddle is a fire unlike any other. Burning as bright as the fire magic he commands so easily, impulsive and rash to a fault even when trying to impose order. Had he been raised with a kinder hand, maybe he'd even have ended up acting more like Che'nya, more free and passionate, following his heart instead of the rules set out for him.

Oh, but he's following his heart now. His body tenses slightly as those fingers leave him, the smallest of gasps breathed against Trey's lips, before his tongue is right back to tangling with his. It's not a completely new feeling, though he does find his body tensing and his back arching in a way he didn't think possible. The feeling, being stretched by Trey like this - it's ten times better and more overwhelming than his own fingers ever could be.

It's then that he needs to break the kiss, another gasp breaking their silence. He's clinging to Trey, breathing unsteady with need. He knows it's probably going to be a tight fit, especially with his body baring down on Trey as if to help bring him in.

"I... this position is embarrassing..." Now that he's so hyper focused on it, that is. "Can you feel everything? See everything...?"

Ah, this is tight. It's slower going than it should be, with Riddle so worked up; his body wants so badly to accept him that it almost locks him in place instead. Trey lets out a soft, shaky sigh, focusing on easing in as gently as he can manage. As much of an effort as it is though, Trey can't help a breathless laugh at Riddle's questions. "Can you?"

Trey can at least shift his weight enough to free one hand, stroking Riddle's cheek encouragingly; looks like it's his turn to be reassuring this time, hmmm? "Pressed together like this, I can see and feel about as much as you can. Would you prefer some other position, next time?"

That is..... assuming there is a next time, of course. He shouldn't take this--take Riddle for granted.

The hand stroking his cheek does help somewhat, his head tilting enough to let him lean into the touch, his eyes partially closing as he looks up at Trey through his lashes. Under normal circumstances, he might stammer or stutter, shove at Trey to get him to apologize for teasing him. Now? Now, he's focused on nothing more than every physical feeling he had.

"I want to try more, but... there's nothing I'd say I'd prefer, necessarily." As much as he complains and huffs and puffs, or makes little comments here or there, his body tells the story loud and clear, more honest than his words could ever. He's enjoying this, even with the slight ache that pressing in causes.

Here, Riddle will try to help. He shifts his hips lightly, moving his leg to hook it around Trey, pressing his heel in against his lower back, hoping that this position would help open him up just a little more.

Is it really teasing, if he's just pointing out the obvious? Maybe a little, when Riddle is already so embarrassed. Even so, if Riddle's already looking forward to experimenting..... That's a good sign, right? He's enjoying this enough to, well..... to tolerate the awkwardness, and embarrassment, and discomfort. To put up with him, even if this encounter has been strange and stilted.

He might bruise in the morning, having a heel dig into his back like this--but Trey is easily strong enough to support both their weight for them, to finally fully seat himself inside Riddle as the younger boy shifts their angle. They're going to need a minute to adjust before he can start moving again either way, so he might as well ask, right? "What else did you have in mind, then?"

Trey was fully in, Riddle's walls still clamping down on him as if to keep him there. Riddle's breathing settles somewhat as they take a minute, his hands slowly relaxing, fingers splaying against Trey's back to instead allow him to adjust the positioning. To loosely settle his arms around Trey's neck, over his shoulders.

"Next time, I'm going to be in your lap. Lowering myself onto you. Demanding you kiss me where I want, when I want." Bold words for someone who also asked to be adored through and through. "... It would have been too much this time." Riddle's cheeks burn bright and he knows it.

"Or," Riddle starts again, "I could lie on my stomach and knees, while you use the back of my head for leverage, pushing me into the sheets. That... might also... be interesting." Again, what the hell did Riddle watch.

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