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[It's gone!!! He's not in control of the situation anymore, and now he's returned to little guy mode. Just ignore the fact he's 5'9.

Weiss crawls closer, and Kazuya leans back and away, though makes no move to actually move himself because yeah, maybe his dick does twitch a little in his pants when she asks that, because the though to anyone using their mouth on him is a little...

Well. He's never actually considered it for anything more than some jerk off sessions in the bathroom at home.]

Um... You don't... have to use your mouth?

[He's said this already.]

You're serious?

[ mfw someone is refusing to get blown ]

Fine. I'll use my hands.

[ If this guy thinks he can get her off and get away with it, he's got another thing coming. (Why does this sound like a bad thing?) ]

[WAIT NO HE FUCKED UP!!!]

You don't have to do that either!

[He's just trying to be polite about it!]

Why not?!

[ Now she's just offended. ]

I let you- I let you do things to me!

[Noooo he's just trying to make it clear that he's not trying to push her into anything!!! He's giving her an out!!!]

I- I don't want you to feel forced to do anything you might not want to do?

[And he's never been in this situation before!!! Who just offers to blow someone!?]

You're really killing the mood here.

[ If she was being forced to do anything, she would have kicked him by now and put her clothes back on!

She crawls a little closer. ]

You have a beautiful lady naked in front of you, wanting and willing to please you.

[ Closer, until her hands are on his thighs and their faces are almost touching. ]

So, I'll ask again: are you going to be loud when I use my mouth?

[Oh.

Kazuya swallows, and there's nowhere for him to really lean back to, without him falling back on the bed entirely. She's so close now, and she asks that again and he flushes red down his neck and almost to his chest.

He's straining against his pants by this point, and her body hovering over him is not helping. Neither are the hands on his hips.]

Do you want me to be?

[Because by his very nature he isn't loud. But also, he's never had someone suck him off before, so.]

I'll leave it to your comfort.

[ Weiss is at least gracious in that aspect. This is her first time too, after all.

But since it sounds like he's complying? She is going to make him do something else. ]

Stand up. Take your pants off.

[He'll do that, but first he has to kind of... Shimmy out from under her so he can stand up. It's weird, it's awkward.

He genuinely thought either he was going to pull down his pants just enough to free his dick or she was, but now he's being told to stand, and Kazuya hesitates a little as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.

Somehow, this is the most awkward thing he has ever done. He inhales, and pushes them down, and his face is incredibly red because now it's obvious just how hard he is, straining at his boxers with a small little wet mark from his pre giving everything away.]

Um...

[ Weiss at least gives him space to stand. She did tell him, after all!

She sits at the edge of the bed, waiting and watching, eyes taking him all in once more as he takes his pants off. It does feel awkward, but Weiss somehow finds solace in the fact that this is his first time, too. It's supposed to be awkward, isn't it? ]

Funny, [ She is on her knees as she reaches for his chest, letting her hands get a feel of him again. Scrawny or not, her small hands on him should still do something, she thinks. ] What happened to your confidence?

[ How the turn tables...

She lets her hands splay downward, one hand pausing just by his hip, while the other goes even lower, palming his erection over his underwear. It's wet. It's... also pretty hot. Weiss has no idea what to expect here, but she'll try and enjoy it. ]

It's... a little harder to be confident with your pants off.

[But also, with someone touching him like that. He's unused to it, and goosebumps are the immediate reaction she gets as she touches him once more.

And maybe he's anticipating a little too much, because he's watching her hands with rapt attention, the way one lingers on his hip and the other--

Kazuya inhales sharply as she palms him through his underwear. The first thing he notices is that it is not remotely the same as doing it to himself. His mouth opens and closes several times, there's several starts at him saying something, but in the end, he just chooses to ball his fists at his sides and keep his mouth shut.]

You might want to reconsider that.

[ Because boy, you might not get what you want if you don't have the confidence. Generally speaking, of course! That's Weiss' advice to him for now, to build his confidence because no one likes a pushover?? Even though she was annoyed as hell earlier, there was also something about that confidence of his that was attractive.

But she'd rather die than tell him that. ]

Are you going to tell me something?

[ She strokes him through the thin cloth, splaying her palm against his erection, making sure he can feel the weight and heat of her hand. He doesn't even seem like he needs help with getting more turned on, but Weiss honestly wants to... learn a little more, too. ]

[The problem is, he doesn't even know what he wants. Because her hand is heavy on him, and it's making his brain a little foggy as he desperately tries to not buck into it as she strokes him.

There is nowhere polite for him to put his hands, and that makes it even harder]

Like...?

[Asta said she was going to suck him off. He just assumes that's the normal course of things? Forget that he was incredibly rude when he teased her earlier...]

I don't know. You just looked like you were going to say something.

[ But she decides that's enough of that. At least on her end, anyway. Her eyes focus on what's literally in front of her rather than giving him more attention and looking at him as they talk.

Her fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, one hand pulling from the side while the other pulls from the front. If his cock springs free from this, then great. She wasn't planning on pulling it down all the way, anyway.

Though admittedly, she also didn't have plans on what to do upon seeing an actual dick. For a few good seconds, Weiss has to stare. Not gawk, mind. But she has to figure out how she's going to get this in her mouth. Maybe it doesn't have to be the whole thing? Can people even do that? Something to figure out later. For now, she takes his length into her hand, wrapping those small and dainty fingers around it for starters. ]

[Yeah, her pulling down her waistband pretty much has that exact effect, and part of him is grateful she doesn't have to pull his boxers down all the way. The other part of him is embarrassed because of just how hard he is already.

It doesn't help he stares, and Kazuya looks away, hands still very firmly clenched at his sides. It also has the effect of making him inhale sharply, unable to stop the small twitch of his hips into her hand as she wraps her hands around him.]

Oh.

[He breathes out the breath he'd been stuck on slowly. It's... a very good feeling. Her hands are so warm...

It makes it a little more embarrassing as more pre starts collecting at the tip of his cock just from that.]

You're going to have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong.

[ Wanting and willing as she may be, she's not knowledgeable about how to please someone. So, she hopes he'd actually tell her and give her cues if there's anything he wants.

Now, she leans in, not even stroking him yet or anything. Rather, she gives his crown a lick, the tip of her tongue having a taste. But it doesn't feel like it does anything? At least, not to her... So she opens her mouth a little more, letting the flat of her tongue have a pass at the head of his cock. She gets to taste him, but makes no noise of protest nor approval from it. Instead, she brings herself even closer, stroking him with her hand as she opens her mouth and takes the tip in to give it a suck.

Ah- she has no idea what she's doing, but the books she's read did describe things in this way. ]

I think as long as you don't bite you should be okay.

[It's the first certain thing he's said so far. And probably the last because while he can keep himself from bucking against her mouth at the investigatory lick, and even at the second more confident one, her stroking makes his cock twitch, and Kazuya makes a noise very near to a whimper as she strokes him with her hand and sucks on the tip of his cock.

The one of the hands balled at his side immediately comes up to his mouth, and he bites down hard on it to try and keep himself in line, and he inhales sharply through his nose.]

[ Wow!!! And he bit her earlier! A BUNCH OF TIMES!! She hasn't even used her Aura yet to get rid of the marks, so the proof is still there! And she isn't allowed to bite?

See, Weiss would roll her eyes and bark back, but maybe she can just tease him about it another time. Her mouth is already busy elsewhere, after all.

It's new, and Weiss doesn't really know what to make of it just yet, but she's committed to get him off. And with him not saying anything, it does seem like she can keep going. Her tongue swirls around his head as she keeps her mouth on him, sucking on him and spreading a mix of his pre and her own saliva around his head. Each time she bobs her head down and takes him in is accompanied by a stroke of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm without taking too much of him just yet.

But the more Weiss continues, the more her confidence grows. She closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over, pushing herself just a little more as she takes in another inch, playful licks and swirls of the tongue as she blows him. ]

[He meant for her to not BITE HIS DICK. Elsewhere is fine. Elsewhere is encouraged, even. Please do not bite his dick.

Kazuya bites his hand harder as she toys with him, sucks on him and strokes him in tandem. This is all just on the head of his cock too, what would it feel like when she took more of him in her mouth?

He finds out shortly after wondering, and another whimper escapes, hips twitching forward just barely, just barely restrained. She's doing nothing to help the heat in his gut, the way he feels tight inside.

Except he can't just cum so fast, so easily. From what he understands of Asta, she would never let him hear the end of it. So he bites down on his hand harder, something to dull the pleasure he feels into something more manageable.

He tastes blood. Thinks nothing of it. It'll heal in short order anyway, there's no reason to care. No reason to think beyond the immediate that is her mouth on him.]

Y-Yeah...

[He says. Quiet, breathy.]

Mm—

[ That was sudden! Her eyes jolt open as she slows down, looking up at him. She doesn't look angry, at the very least, more surprised by him moving like that. It was as if it was going to reach the back of her throat, and that would not have been pleasant. At least, she doesn't think so...

But it seems he does like what she's doing, which means she's doing a good job. Does she take more, then? Maybe just a little bit, opening her mouth a little more to do so. Drool drips down the length of his cock, coating her fingers with it which somehow helps when she works him up further. This time, she keeps her eyes open and looks at him, almost as if she's telling him to keep his eyes on her, too.

She's got his dick in her mouth and she's on her knees for him with nothing else on. Should he look at her, just like what she wants, she'll look away as her eyes squint, almost as if that made her smile. And as she adds more fervour to how she strokes him, he just might realise that she would be smiling if she could. She's finding a rhythm here, and despite the saltiness, there's something about hearing his breathlessness and him slowly losing it that is absolutely encouraging. ]

[The heat of her mouth is like nothing else around him, it's transcendent, it's sublime, it's a million other words he wants to think about but can't because his brain is having a little bit of a hard time processing everything going on.

He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?

Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.

He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]

Asta... S'good.

[ Weiss had found a rhythm, one where she found herself confident with what she was doing. Even though she feels him moving, likely letting go and relaxing and losing himself into this, she hears him speak and she realises she fucked up.

It's slow how she does it— how she pulls her mouth away after swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hand stays where it is, having him in his grip without pumping. She looks up, looking a bit more flustered than before. ]

... so. That's not my real name.

[ She thought it would be funny to make up some name! She would have even said the whole thing: Asta Myrten. You know, like her sword, Myrtenaster. And yet, here she is, looking back at her past decisions and kicking herself for it. She likes her name! And she certainly would have liked it if it was used in that manner!

Gurl fucked up. ]

[His breathing kicks up when she slows because it's a tease, it's a tease and he's pretty sure she knows it, or thinks she does until he feels her pull away. Kazuya whimpers as cold air hits his wet cock, barely registers what she says because all he wants is to force her mouth back on him.]

Yeah?

[There's a needy tone to his voice, and it's clear he's not upset. He doesn't have the mind to be upset right now, and honestly, wouldn't be upset to begin with even if he had his normal faculties.

He breathes out hard, slowly winds his fingers through her hair though doesn't demand her mouth back on him as much as he wants to.]

[ He's not paying attention, is he? Well, that's okay. Weiss shakes her head to show it's not that big of a deal, but she does want him to use her actual name, so... ]

It's Weiss.

[ One last look, before she closes her eyes as she takes him in again. She's starts off slow, as if she's starting all over again and getting him worked up. His fingers in her hair spreads warmth all the way down to her toes, letting the hairs on her arm stand as it encourages her.

She starts pumping again at a slow pace as she bobs her head up and down, groaning every so often as she tastes him again, spreads his pre around his dick with her tongue, mixing it with her own spit. But she builds up, adds a bit more heat and fervour to her movements later on once she's found her rhythm again. Boy better remember her name, or else she's stopping altogether. ]

[Weiss. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss. He's certainly committing it to memory, just as she wants. Weiss makes him whimper and whine between her tongue and her hand and the warmth they bring back onto him.

His cock twitches in her mouth as she groans, the sound reverberating up into his belly where it feels like it stays just to kindle the rapidly growing warmth. He tries not to grip her hair too tightly, to move either her or his hips too much because he's trying to be polite, and he doesn't exactly know how hot it would be to have her gagging on him.

(Maybe a little hot, to have her pull away to breathe, to have a thin trail of saliva connecting her and his cock--)]

Weiss... [See? He remembers, calls her name in a low, heated tone as her rhythm kicks up and steadies. He tugs her hair, just a little, as he winds his fingers through it more completely.]

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