[He says that mostly to convince himself, because: is it really okay? Can he even do this? He's been with Chuuya, but that was easy: Chuuya is an expert, and all Atsushi needed to do was give him a minimum of cooperation to feel (mostly) really good. Now, it feels like he has to Take Charge, and that's sort of a lot to ask of him.
But he wants to. He really, really wants to - ideally before his balls turn blue.
Right, so... 'Okay' he said, and now he just has to make that reality. He pulls his fingers out, wondering what he should do with the wetness on them before he gives up and just lets it be. This is his own bed, anyway: he can wash everything later. So he moves a little to line himself up, staring down at himself a little awkwardly as he grabs hold of his erection and presses it against her. He wants this so much, and yet he's still vaguely worried. That's silly, though - and, even if it weren't, there's not much he can do but just keep going.
He feels like he should say something, but he doesn't know what, so he chalks the urge up to his general indecisiveness and presses on regardless. Slowly, he pushes into her, staring down in concentration.
He's a little afraid to look at her face just then. He has to take this hurdle, first.]
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[He says that mostly to convince himself, because: is it really okay? Can he even do this? He's been with Chuuya, but that was easy: Chuuya is an expert, and all Atsushi needed to do was give him a minimum of cooperation to feel (mostly) really good. Now, it feels like he has to Take Charge, and that's sort of a lot to ask of him.
But he wants to. He really, really wants to - ideally before his balls turn blue.
Right, so... 'Okay' he said, and now he just has to make that reality. He pulls his fingers out, wondering what he should do with the wetness on them before he gives up and just lets it be. This is his own bed, anyway: he can wash everything later. So he moves a little to line himself up, staring down at himself a little awkwardly as he grabs hold of his erection and presses it against her. He wants this so much, and yet he's still vaguely worried. That's silly, though - and, even if it weren't, there's not much he can do but just keep going.
He feels like he should say something, but he doesn't know what, so he chalks the urge up to his general indecisiveness and presses on regardless. Slowly, he pushes into her, staring down in concentration.
He's a little afraid to look at her face just then. He has to take this hurdle, first.]