splitmemory | late night study sessions

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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