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“So, would you maybe want to, um, come back to my place?”
Dee didn’t think his hands could get any shakier. He and Lif had finished the concert about an hour ago, and they decided to take a taxi back to their area. They got out of the car, and he realized that he wasn’t ready for the night to end.
“Dee? Did you hear what I said?”
“Huh? Oh, my apologies, could you repeat that?”
“I said I’d love to, but first could we stop by my house on the way? I wanna grab a few things and then tell my parents I’m not gonna be home for a while.”
“Yes yes, of course, uh, shall we?” Giving an incredibly awkward smile, he held out his hand for her to take.
“Aww, such a gentleman!” taking his hand she briskly began walking towards her house, practically dragging him along with her.
Short and sweet conversations until they made it to her house. She went inside, he waited for about five minutes, and came outside with a backpack. “So, your place?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, this way.” He took her hand in his and began walking towards his house, asking questions about the concert, what she was interested in, and being friendly as he could. Soon enough, they made it to Dee’s front door.
“Alright, just a warning, my family is a bit, um, intense? I’m really hoping they’ve gone to bed, but if they haven't I’ll try my best to not let them bombard you with too much questioning.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. I’ve already met Heavy, don’t you remember?”
“Believe me I didn’t forget.” he states before opening the door.
“Hello Dee, back so soon? Oh, hello Dee’s friend. Lif, was it? Dee speaks of you quite often-”
“Dad. Please stop.” Dee let out an exasperated sigh. “Lif, this is my father, we are going to go this way now, if you’ll excuse us dad.” His cheeks tinted light pink, grabbing Lif’s hand and tugging her closer towards him as they continued their way through the house.
Making it to the stairs, they went up. Once at the top, he gave a brief tour. “This is the bathroom, this is Heavy’s room, this is my parent's room, and this is my room. He opened the door and switched on the light, stepping in to invite her. “Please make yourself comfortable.” He grabbed the remote to his light, and tossed it towards Lif.
“Choose a color, and any music recommendations?”
“Maybe, some “Molchat Doma”? The album they played at the concert?”
“Alright” he said, pulling up the music on his computer and letting it stream through the speakers at a decent volume. “Is this loud enough? It can be as loud as you want, I installed noise reducers in the walls about a year ago, so it’s fine if you want it louder.
“This is fine, thanks!”
He gets up from the computer, sitting down next to Lif. “So, what would you like to do n-” She cuts him off with a kiss, unexpected, but not not wanted. Inexperienced lips clash against hers. They part, breathless.
“I’m sorry, maybe I should’ve asked first-” she began
“nO no, that was, uhm, good, great, fantastic, uhm… I enjoyed it!”
“That’s good.”
Awkward.
“So would you want to do that a-” Her lips attack him once more, forcing his body to lay down instead of resting on the edge of the bed. Her hands roaming around his head, touching his blonde curls. Moving down his shoulders, down his chest, over the stomach and-
“Oh!”
Lips leaving hers to come up for breath once more. She slides down off the bed as he sits up. Looking down at her, she’s on her knees now, brown doe eyes staring up at him. Looking away, covering his mouth, Dee’s brain falters. Not sure what to do. Nervous, terrified, but comforted? Jesus, what was wrong with him. A hand made its way to his thigh, drawing his attention back to the girl kneeling before him.
“Hey…”
“Hey.”
“Listen, if you don’t want to do this, it’s totally fine. I grabbed a couple bottles of smirnoff and a pack of cigarettes if you’d rather just chill out.”
“Is doing both an option? I’d really like to, um, experience whatever it is you may be offering, and possibly do something for you in return, and then maybe we can get fucked out of our minds. But I want to do all of this sober, and experience it with you. I’m really bad with words when I’m around you, sorry.”
“Don't be sorry, it’s cute that I get you shy and all that. Help me take off your pants?”
An awkward sputter from Dee and giggling from Lif was all it took for the extremely tight black skinny jeans to come off of Dee, leaving him in his black skull print boxers.
“Oh my gosh you’re so adorable!” Lif exclaimed, running her fingertips along the waistband before slightly putting her fingers underneath. A flustered grumble came from Dee, his face turning red.
He lifts his hips up for her to pull the boxers down around his ankles, looking away once more. Catching glances when she doesn’t notice, taking in how gorgeous she looks.
Her warm hands contrast against his cold skin, touching his thighs, spreading them apart to take him in, moving her lips towards his inner thigh, kissing gently. Feeling the scars that scatter his skin, kissing every one. Staining his legs with her pink gloss. Moving inwards, staring up at him as she makes her way to the tip, he can’t find it in himself to look away. She looks at him one final time, before taking his hands into hers and moving her lips onto his cock.
Dee let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her mouth. It was incredibly warm, and he was rather sensitive. Not that he didn’t touch himself, he was hormonal, but he’d rather take a cold shower than deal with the cleanup most of the time.
Her eyes were still on his, moving at a good pace, removing her hands from his to rest on top of his thighs, moving her thumbs to give him a sense of security. Removing her mouth from him, she takes a few breaths in, looking up to capture a flustered Dee with his hands covering his face.
“Everything okay up there?”
His head nods up and down violently. Lif moves to take a hold of Dee’s wrists, removing his hands from his face. Upon removing his hands she’s met with teary eyes, eyeliner slightly runny and faded, along with red hued lips which had been chewed to hell.
“Um, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Y-yes. I’m positive. Just, uh, trying not to lose my shit.” he said it jokingly, but it was true. He had a stunning girl between his legs right now and he really wasn’t interested in fucking things up during the first intimate experience.
“Is it not good? I don’t have any practice, but I’m pretty sure the guy is supposed to make noise? If it’s awful you can tell me and I’ll try something d-”
“No, it’s good, really good, too good. Uhm, a bit overwhelming, I’m more focused on trying not to finish than I am on letting any noise out, it’s more of a subconscious thing, I’m used to not making noise, I’m rambling. God, sorry, uhm, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”
“No, no I'd like to keep going, but I'd rather not use my mouth. Would you mind if I just used my hands? Also, could you take your shirt off?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine! Cool, cool…” Dee removed his shirt, and finished taking his pants off as well.
“Would you mind if I took my shirt off?”
Jesus she was going to be the end of him. “Yeah, that’s fine, totally fine, did you want to take off your skirt too?” Fuck.
“Good idea actually, yeah, okay.” she began taking off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, kicking it to the side, and moving on to her top. Dee’s fingers began digging into the flesh on his thigh, white-knuckling at this point trying extremely hard not to freak out. Staring wide-eyed at her as she removed her shirt, looking at her matching bra and panty set; black with skulls.
“We were matching…”
“Oh, yeah, I guess we were! Didn’t even realize that, but that’s cute!” she moved in towards him, resting her hands on his shoulder before wrapping around his neck, moving in closer to capture his lips in hers.
Dee’s hands spasmed for a moment, not knowing what to do, where to touch, deciding to cup her face and place a hand on her hip to move her even closer. Lif broke the kiss, moving her body downward, running her hands down his chest once more, the difference in temperature sending a chill through Dee’s body.
On the floor once more, Lif wrapped a hand around Dee’s dick moving slowly, methodically. Doe eyes looking up at him once more, he loses it, looking away.
“Hey” a hand moves to touch his face, guiding it to look back towards her. “Please look at me, I want to make sure I’m doing a good job.”
He just stared. Blankly. He actually didn’t know if he was going to survive the night. Everything was so overwhelming, for both of them it was, but mostly him. He didn’t know if he could handle looking at her while she had her hand on his…um.
“O-okay Lif…”
She smiled and began moving her hand again, looking between Dee’s throbbing cock and his flushed face. She moved her left hand to take hold of his right, interlocking the fingers, looking at how he cupped his opposite hand over his mouth.
It was odd really, she couldn’t hear a thing coming out of his mouth.
Then his hand moved off of his mouth and she heard it, and oh god did he sound amazing. Whimpering, somewhat of a moan here or there, kind of grunting, it was all over the place, and so very hot.
“Lif, please, god I’m so close. Please, just a little bit faster.” he squeezed her hand.
She started moving her hand faster, but not rougher, squeezing a bit more, but just enough. More noises led to hand spasms, legs bouncing a bit, and she finally got up. Not letting her hand movements falter she moved in, throwing her opposite hand over his shoulder and interlocking their lips once more. Just as she did she heard him struggle to speak something through her lips, but knew what it was when a hot liquid splashed against her stomach.
Working him through the aftershocks, lips still on his, she felt him start to shake and knew he was spent.
“Wow. That, ahem, was certainly something. Give me like two minutes and then maybe I could, uhm, return the favor?”
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, seriously, it’s fine. I wanted to do that for you, I wasn’t expecting anything in return. Besides, you look tired.” she said, picking up her clothes and starting to put them back on.”
“I am just a tad bit tired, so maybe some other time? We could still smoke and drink, if you wanted to.”
She dropped the clothes she was holding. “Some, other time? You mean this wasn’t some one time thing?”
“Lif, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have taken you to the concert. Jesus, I wasn’t just expecting you to blow me and then get out. I thought I mentioned it earlier, I wanted to experience this with you. Also, you don’t have to put your clothes back on, you can borrow, hell, you can have one of my shirts. Here…”
Dee walked over to his closet to grab a band shirt off a hanger. “It might be a bit big, I hope you don’t mind that. Oh, you, um, have something on your stomach…”
Dee walked over to his desk, opening up a package of wipes and pulling out a few. Then, walking over to Lif once more he continued talking.
“Now then, didn’t you want to get shitfaced? I’ll grab out my ashtrays.”
Lif grabbed her backpack off of the floor, taking out the vodka bottles and cigarettes. “Is it okay to smoke here?”
“Yeah, I do it all the time, we just have to sit by the window, so I suggest putting the shirt on unless you’re interested in the neighbor getting an eyeful.”
Lif turned around to see Dee fully dressed once more, this time in pj pants and a loose shirt. “Here.” he tossed a pair of sweatpants at Lif. “Just so you don’t get cold.” He started setting up the ashtrays on the windowsill after opening the window. While Lif was getting dressed he grabbed his oversized bean bag chair for the two to sit on.
Turning around, his eyes meet Lif’s. “Catch!” she tossed the box of cigarettes towards him, and grabbed the bottles in her hands.
He grabs his lighter before sitting down on the beanbag, Lif sitting soon after.
Lif hands one of the bottles to him, popping open hers with ease and taking a swig, before closing the lid. He opens his and takes a sip, closing it back up after.
She grabs a cigarette out of the box, resting one on Dee’s lips, and grabbing one for herself.
Dee lights his own cigarette, before turning to Lif, putting his hand underneath her chin, and lighting her’s for her. He turns to look out the window at the night stars, taking slow puffs from his cig and tapping when needed. Eh, fuck it. Dee takes the hair tie out of his hair and lets it fall out. He feels Lif’s head fall onto his shoulder, and he rests his head on top of hers. He hears her soft breathing and knows she’s fallen asleep.
“Goodnight Lif, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight Dee.”