Appointment Post

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Appointment Post for Replica Riku.

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[distressedude]

[Oh, it's better. Ion manages to tear his gaze away from the floor to look up just as Kohan as taking off his shirt. And now he can't possibly think of looking away. It's not as though he hasn't seen Kohan without a shirt on before, but in a situation like this...]

[Without even thinking about what he's doing, Ion takes a few steps close to effectively close the gap between the two of them. Though he remembers to lay his wings flat against his back so as to minimize Kohan's view of his scar when looking down. And then, slowly, he reaches up and rests a hand on Kohan's chest, smoothing up to his shoulder while his other hand moves to take hold of Kohan's.]

...much better.

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If... you say so.

[ Kohan doesn't feel like it's any less awkward himself, but if he's helping Ion, that's good enough.

But the touches on his chest are... kinda nice, and he grips Ion's hand. He looks down for a few seconds, but then he catches sight of the scar, and self-consciously averts his eyes to the side. He's not sure what he should be doing with his free hand, so after a few seconds, he puts it on Ion's shoulder and starts slowly rubbing with his thumb.

At least, he can't say he minds the contact at all. ]

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[This time Ion catches him looking away, and it only takes one guess to figure out why.]

[He takes a moment or so to consider before gently pulling his hand away and taking hold of the hand Kohan had set on his shoulder. Then, with only a brief hesitance, he moves Kohan's hand over to his other, scarred shoulder, before letting his wings move down in a more natural position.]

[His heart is beating faster in his chest, somehow feeling more tense doing this than he had when he was trying to undress before. But it was something he needed to get over -- and he never would if he just kept pushing the problem away.]

[Right now, his desire to share this intimate moment with Kohan was stronger than his fear of confronting his trauma.]

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[ Kohan startles when Ion puts his hand on the scar. ]

It... doesn't hurt, does it?

[ Because if Ion wants him to touch it, he will, but... he doesn't want to hurt Ion. And not having any scars even close in severity to the one Ion has, he doesn't really have any idea how it feels when it's touched. ]

[distressedude]

[He shakes his head.] My back gets sore sometimes, but it doesn't hurt. It looks worse than it really is.

[He tightens his grip on Kohan's hand at his side, taking a deep breath to keep himself calm. He doesn't have to think about that right now. He has Kohan here. He's safe.]

[And really, despite his apprehension, he feels safe.]

[Leaning up on the tips of his toes, he rests his free hand on Kohan's shoulder to try and pull him down a bit for a kiss.]

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[ Oh. Well a kiss is perfectly okay. So Ion might find that pulling Kohan down for one will work just fine.

He's still not sure what to do about the scar, so he leaves his hand where it is and grips back. Tentatively, he starts running his fingers along Ion's skin. His touch is light, still worried about hurting Ion despite the assurances. But he does start gently touching the scar, seeing if it feels different from the skin around it. ]

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[The area with the scar has a different texture than the skin around it, and the muscle is certainly more tense than his other shoulder. But he doesn't flinch or pull away from his touch. And once they're kissing again, Ion finds it's much easier to just forget about it right now and focus on Kohan instead.]

[But Ion knew before they could really move on to anything more, they still needed to find an answer for Kohan. Getting past his own insecurities was just one step. But seeing as how it's just so nice standing here and kissing Kohan, he decides to test the waters a bit and pull his body up against Kohan's, paying particular attention to where their hips meet. Even through all the earlier embarrassment, Ion was still noticeably hard.]

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[ But we were having such a nice time keeping everything above the waist 8(

Kohan, too, was finding it easier to forget, but not about scars. No, Kohan had forgotten about his insecurities and why they were here in the first place.

So when Ion presses against him and reminds him about exactly where they're planning on heading tonight, Kohan responds with all the grace and dignity of a teenage boy caught off-guard with a boner and no shirt.

He gives a high-pitched noise of surprise that, when filtered through the kiss, sounds a lot like a squeak. ]

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[The squeak is enough to make Ion pull back, through perhaps just a bit too quickly and he nearly loses his balance. He catches himself quickly enough though and looks back up at Kohan somewhat sheepishly.]

I'm sorry, was that... too much?

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No, I just... got caught by surprise. ... Sorry.

[ He takes a deep breath and gives a small squeeze to Ion's hand. ]

How are you doing?

[ Kohan you're the one who's more uncomfortable with stuff here. ]

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I'm fine, but... is this making you uncomfortable? I want to know how you really feel, so please don't push yourself.

[The last thing he wants is for Kohan to do something that would only repulse him or make him uncomfortable. That was why they were here, after all -- and if it did turn out that Kohan wasn't attracted to him like that, Ion wouldn't bring it up again.]

[...of course, that'd probably be easier said than done at some point, but right now that's not what he's concerned about.]

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I... [ He hesitates, but after a couple seconds, he realizes that was a terrible place to leave Ion hanging. ] I really don't know. I think... I'm still getting hung up on something.

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[Definitely the worst place he could have paused, yeah. But even his eventual answer leaves much to be desired. He can't exactly blame Kohan, since he knows he's not feeling this way on purpose, but he's starting to feel at a loss here.]

Well, so far every time you've reacted like that has been when my...

[He doesn't finish that sentence -- his eyes trail downward and there's hardly a need to when it's pretty obvious what he's referring to.]

--whenever I get too close to you. Maybe that's the problem?

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[ That gets a blush.

And then Kohan thinks about a possible way to figure out if that's really a problem. And blushes harder.

There's a few more seconds, and he takes a deep breath. ]

Tell me if I should stop.

[ HERE GOES NOTHING BECAUSE he is just going for it and sliding his hand down the front of Ion's pants. ]

[distressedude]

[Ion looks up in confusion when Kohan speaks, not sure exactly what he's planning until he's suddenly putting that plan into action. With a sharp gasp, Ion grabs onto Kohan's arm, though more so to steady himself than actually try and stop him.]

[On the contrary, the last thing Ion wants is to make Kohan stop. Without even really realizing what he's doing, he shifts his hips a bit to try and increase contact with Kohan's hand. If the look on Ion's face was any indication, it definitely felt good.]

K-Kohan...

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[ It's...

...

not what Kohan was expecting. It feels, well. A lot like his own. He's not really making an effort to make it feel good for Ion, sorry. Mostly getting used to the feeling of his hand on Ion's dick.

He'd be lying if he claimed to be entirely comfortable with it, but it's not as bad as he was expecting. ]

[distressedude]

[He may not be making much effort yet, but given how long Ion's been hard with nothing to give him any sort of relief, even the slight contact feels nice. He wants more, but knows he should be patient -- this was a pretty big step up from what they were managing before, after all.]

[For Ion's part, his face is deep red and he's trying to keep himself from fidgeting too much (and not entirely succeeding). Though he's at a bit of a loss at what to do with his own hands while Kohan touches him for now simply focusing on keeping himself upright. All this excitement was a bit much for him while standing up.]

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It's not that bad... [ He mumbles it, saying it mostly to himself. But he's aware that Ion's fidgeting, so while he still can't look Ion in the eye when he says it, he manages to ask, ] I-is there... anything you want me to...?

[ Well, mostly ask. ]

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...c-could we sit down first?

[There were so many better things Ion could have responded with, but he hardly thinks falling down would do much for the awkwardness they've still got going on between the two of them.]

[Though the next part may be a little hard to hear -- Kohan's not the only one mumbling.]

It's just... too much for me to handle while standing...

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Oh. Uh, yeah, sure...

[ Which means he'll be pulling his hand out, because yeah. ]

On... [ he glances around quickly, trying to find someplace that isn't... ] ... the bed? [ and failing. ]

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[Pulling his hand away will earn a very soft whine from Ion, but at the question he just kinda stares.]

...where else would we go?

[Ion doesn't have such thoughts to assume they could do such things anywhere other than on a bed. This is still what they're doing, right??]

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A... couch, maybe. [ You know, sitting.

...

Kohan isn't ready to do any horizontal tango yet ok. ]

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We can sit just as easily on a bed too, can't we? Why not just use the one already here?

[And he's just going to go ahead and grab Kohan's hand and start leading him over. It's just a bed, gosh!]

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Well, yeah... you asked where else...

[ IT'S A BED BUT HE IS NOT READY FOR A BED YET.

But he lets Ion pull him over, though he still hesitates to sit down right away. ]

[distressedude]

[Yeah, he's noticing that. Clearly there's gotta be a way to make this easier. It seemed to be awkward enough when they were standing face-to-face, and on would have never guessed that Kohan would just take initiative like that. But if they were sitting next to each other it really wouldn't be any less awkward...]

[Until he gets an idea.]

...would you mind sitting down first? Perhaps... with your back against the headboard?