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Now what? Yohan stands back up, trailing his fingers in a safe place: along the side of Hayun's jaw, down his neck. Something gentler to help ease him into this level of physical intimacy.

"Look at me," he murmurs.

He waits until Hayun opens his eyes to continue. "Now we're going to get in bed. Under the blankets for now. We'll start out with things we've done before. Kissing, touching. Exploring."

Even with his eyes closed, he can feel Yohan standing back up. He can feel the difference between Yohan couching under him and looming over him. Despite having a relatively good idea of where Yohan is, the touch still initially startles him. It's not a big reaction, but enough to be noticeable. It's almost enough to make him laugh. Almost.

A few deep breaths, and then Hayun opens his eyes to look up at Yohan. His boyfriend. That's still doesn't feel right to think, and yet it also feels like the most right thing. Slowly, Hayun's gaze shifts away from Yohan and over toward the bed. Under the blanket sounds not so bad. Maybe it'll help him to ignore some of the nervousness and self-consciousness that comes with standing here naked with his naked boyfriend. Do things they've done before with the feeling of cloth against his skin. It could ease his nerves a little.

"...let's get in bed," he says in a very small voice.

Yohan leans in to press his lips against Hayun's. Lightly. Without any demand. It's soft and chaste, a small thank you for Hayun being willing to do this with him. His hands fall away from Hayun's face and he leads them across the room to the bed. Pulling the covers beck, he waits for Hayun to crawl in and get comfortable before following.

He stretches out beside Hayun, reaching over to run his hands over the boy's hair, across his shoulders, down his bare chest. He leans closer for a more exploratory kiss, prying his tongue between Hayun's lips to tease at the resident muscle.

That soft kiss somehow manages to ease some of his nerves, even if only for the short length of the kiss, itself. It feels like a kiss from his naked boyfriend should feel the opposite way, but it's a bit of a comfort. There are no expectations behind it and it somehow feels apart from everything that just happened and what it's all leading up to, while also feeling connected to it. It's a nice feeling, getting to let all of his anxiety melt away for a short time. He imagines it'll be gone a little more permanently soon, when there are too many other feelings and there's no space left for nervousness and anxiety, but for now he'll take the temporary relief where he can get it.

And it really is only temporary, because soon he's being lead over to the bed and crawling into it and there's once more a flood of nervous energy. This is where it's going to happen. This is where he's going to have sex for the first time. Breathe.

Once they're both in bed, Hayun tugs the blanket back up and that once again helps to calm the nerves building up. Just like he hoped it would. It allows the familiar to actually feel familiar instead of it being entirely new territory with merely a sprinkling of sensations he's grown a little more accustomed to. Laying in bed with Yohan, with Yohan's hands on his bare chest (right now, it's easy enough to imagine Yohan's hands up his shirt, even though there's no shirt to speak of) and his tongue in his mouth. Familiar. A good way to ease him into the unfamiliar. Make no mistake, the nerves are still there, but they're not so all encompassing right now. They're giving him space to enjoy this.

Hayun reaches out to rest his hand on Yohan's bare chest, then curls his fingers against the warm skin as he presses back against the (welcome) intrusion in his mouth. The only thing that separates this from any other time they've made out is that Hayun would be pressed up against Yohan right about now. Currently, he's trying to keep a bit of space between his body and Yohan's. He's not sure he's ready for full contact yet.

Poor Hayun. He'll have to be ready soon. Probably within a few minutes soon. But, for now, he's content with what he's getting: Hayun's skin under his hands, Hayun returning his kiss like he normally would, Hayun's hand against his chest. All very normal things between them. Normal things that pale in comparison to what else they have planned for tonight.

Yohan shifts slightly. Not to move closer, but simply to adjust how he's laying, to stretch one leg a little closer so their feet touch. It's a safe start for more contact (especially if either of them left their socks on). Just one gentle addition to the already familiar touches under the safety of their blankets.

He'll be ready enough soon. At least for more contact. Hayun may never be ready for Yohan's fingers (or his cock) until it's happening. But contact... He just naturally gravitates toward Yohan when they're being physically intimate (even in the innocent ways they have been so far). From the very first time they kissed, from sitting on Yohan's knee to take their first picture together, Hayun knew that he liked the feel of Yohan's body against his. It's such a good feeling.

Though he still keeps space between them. Hayun does shift a little closer. See, in this moment, his anxiety feels like a distant memory. Oh it'll all come flooding back very quickly, but it's easy to let his mind go a little blank when there's so many familiar things to focus on. Yohan's and his own hands in familiar places. Yohan's lips and tongue. Familiar. He rubs his bare foot against Yohan's then reaches forward with his other leg to press it against the older man's. It actually makes him pause in everything else he's doing because it's different skin on different skin. To his credit, he doesn't pull back, he just... pauses.

Pausing is fine. Hayun can pause. Yohan won't. Keeping up with the familiar so he can introduce the unfamiliar. So he doesn't pause in their kiss, lips and tongue working to prod Hayun back into action. He also shifts his leg against Hayun's. Nothing major, just a little more of that new skin to skin contact. As expected, Hayun's skin is soft and warm (just like every inch of it Yohan's touched so far).

When he breaks away from the kiss, he remains close, affectionately nudging Hayun's nose with his own.

"Will it makes things better or worse if I give you some to explore?"

It's an odd sensation, Yohan continuing on despite Hayun not doing the same. The older man's lips moving against his, his tongue poking and prodding about in Hayun's mouth while he lays there perfectly still. Yohan's insistence on continuing, though, quickly draws Hayun back in, lips and tongue once more working in tandem with Yohan's. The leg shifting against his makes him open his eyes to look at the older man, but he doesn't pause again, at least.

Hayun's face is flushed and he's left panting once the kiss ends, his breath coming out in quick puffs against Yohan's mouth. He's not sure he'll ever get over the feel of this man's lips on his or the way his tongue feels in his mouth. He's practically in a daze just thinking about it, until that little nudge brings him back to the moment.

And then that question reminds him of where this moment is going. Despite the feel of the blanket on top of him masking the feeling so far, he's suddenly very aware of how naked he is under them. And of how naked Yohan is. Breathe. It's fine. He wants this. He wants to lose his virginity to Yohan tonight. Breathe.

It feels like hours go by while Hayun sits there in silence, breathing, mulling over the question. In reality, it's probably no more than a handful of seconds. A minute or two at most. Better or worse. He no longer has any idea how to answer these questions. He doesn't know. This is so far beyond anything he's ever done before. So deep breath, and then say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Better. I think."

It isn't hours. Yohan's not that patient. A moment or two, that he can spare. He doesn't want to push too hard too quickly. When Hayun answers, the only thing Yohan does is nod and reach for his hands. He guides them to a place high on his chest and holds them there.

"Then, go ahead." Touch him, is what he's saying. Explore, map him out, learn his shape. He's fine with all of that.

It isn't hours. It feels like hours. It feels like a lot of hours. Days. Weeks. Months. But it's only seconds. Minutes maybe. Yohan isn't that patient. No one is that patient. He doesn't expect Yohan to be that patient. It's unfair to expect Yohan to be that patient when he's already been so patient, waiting on Hayun all this time to make some sort of decision about what they are to each other. He's waited all this time to hear whether Hayun say them as friends or as something more.

Even now, he's being patient, walking Hayun through everything they're doing, letting him make decisions so he can some semblance of control over the situation. Hayun can't ask for any more than that. He doesn't want to test the man's patience.

Hayun nods and takes a deep breath as he slides one hand slowly to Yohan's shoulder while the other moves over his chest. A safe move so far, but it's big for him. This may be like stepping over an anthill to Yohan, but for Hayun, he's climbing a mountain. Another deep breath, fingers experimentally tracing muscle, hands running over skin. The more he touches, the quicker his breathing starts to get. Is he turned on? Is he about to have a panic attack? He has no idea. But he presses on. He keeps going (with the occasional pause so he can gather the strength to continue). He keeps exploring. Around his sides, further down his torso, getting to know more about Yohan's body. Learning the lines and contours. Slowly. Carefully. It's like he's trying to memorize the man's body. The safe parts of his body. The parts of Yohan's body he's touched before, even if it's been mostly over his clothes. These parts of Yohan's body he's familiar with (even if this whole situation casts them in a whole new light). It's at the edge of the familiar where Hayun stops. Slow, deep breath. Bring an end to that almost too quick breathing. He stares straight ahead, straight past Yohan, not quite at him.

For just one brave moment, Hayun ventures forth, his fingertips barely brushing against Yohan's cock before he balls his hand into a fist to pull his fingers away. "I'm sorry!" Not for touching him but rather for stopping so quickly.

For this, Hayun can take his time. He can work out of his shyness. Yohan will do what he can to encourage more confidence in those touches, but that's a thing that will come with time. He's sure Hayun's nervous. Knowing that Yohan is vastly more experienced probably isn't helping his nerves. Hayun can take time to map out his figure, to trace lines of bone and cords of muscle with his hands. And Yohan answers with soft hums of encouragement, little gasps when Hayun's fingers are so light they tickle or when they find a particularly sensitive place.

When Hayun's fingers ghost against his dick, so light and quickly it could've been imagined, Yohan sucks in a sharp breath. Is that, perhaps, what prompted him to pull away and apologize?

Yohan swallows and shakes his head. "Don't be."

Knowing that Yohan is far more experienced than him doesn't help his nerves, yet it also does. A more experienced partner to help guide him when he doesn't know what to do, to give him some direction when he feels like he's freezing up. It's hard to imagine fumbling around with someone who has as little experience as him. And yet there's something to be said about fumbling around together. Feeling out a new experience alongside someone else. No one to compare each other to. With Yohan, Hayun can't help but wonder how he measures up to other partners. The experienced ones, he knows it's silly to compare himself to. He's not there yet. And yet he does it anyway. But what about Yohan's other inexperienced partners? Were they as shy and nervous as Hayun is? Did they need their hand held through the entire process like Hayun seems to? So having a more experienced partner to share this experience with is incredibly helpful and it does make him feel calmer knowing that he's with someone who knows what he's doing, but it also makes him incredibly nervous.

"I didn't mean to pull my hand away," he explains softly. He's never really even touched himself, so jumping straight to touching someone else is... different. And out on the couch, there was cloth under his hand, and Yohan's hand over it. This is different. This is skin on skin. This is Hayun venturing out on his own, so to speak. He once more runs a hand over Yohan's torso, this time tracing each line he finds much more thoroughly. Bones and muscle. Runs his fingers along first one set of ribs, then the other. Fingertips experimentally circling around nipples. Though it's all still very timid, he pushes through. He stops once in a while to gather up his courage again, but in the end, he pushes through. He's focused. He's nervous as hell, but he's focused.

See because if he focuses hard enough on the hand getting to know Yohan's torso, maybe he'll be a little less focused on what his other hand is doing. Maybe his won't freak out again when he touches Yohan's dick. He'll be a little less laser focused on the way it feels under his fingertips or how warm it is against his palm. Though he doesn't yet venture as far as wrapping his fingers around it, Hayun does give Yohan's dick an exploratory stroke with his open hand before pulling it away again. He hand goes still on Yohan's chest and Hayun exhales like he was holding his breath.

"What, um, what comes after?" After Hayun gets to know Yohan's body. After he gets a little more comfortable touching the man he just started a proper relationship with.

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I can't remember if we mentioned socks coming off LOL!!!

i don't think we did lol. on my part, safe to assume all of mine never wear them inside tho lmao

Except that monster Jongwoo. We've all seen his vile socks.

the socks are the real reason why he lost his mind tbh!

I believe it!

it's the best explanation tbh!!

It totally tracks to me!

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