The Heated Hands

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Gundham seemed to think about it for a while. He really loved Kazuichi. He loved everything about him. He just wasn't used to having such feelings and so his mind got a little carried away sometimes. If Kazuichi had just been wearing pants that didn't fall down, he wouldn't have gotten hard in the first place. But having his beloved touch him like that was a dream come true, and he knew if he let it happen he'd be left wanting more. He knew he'd probably blush every time he saw him. He knew he'd want to hold him more than ever. He knew he'd want to kiss him so bad. But he also knew that no one else had the pleasure of receiving this attention.
Even more reason for Kazuichi to be his.

Kazuichi's eyes suddenly widened as he saw Gundham shift himself closer, his eyes following the breeder's hands as they travelled down to his belt buckle. Holy fuck, he really was going to do this. "...please, Kazuichi," Gundham made eye contact with the boy as he let the belt fall to the ground. "I want you to touch me." Gundham took hold of both of Kazuichi's hands, making sure his attention wasn't elsewhere. "I would be ever grateful if you did that for me. Please...don't be gentle..."
A deep blush burned against the mechanic's face. He'd never touched anyone else like this before, why did he even offer?! He supposed part of him assumed that he was just going to get rejected, but here he was, being asked to touch someone. He swallowed the lump in his throat before wordlessly nodding his head, allowing his hand to travel to the waistband of the other's pants. "H-Hey...don't overthink it. I'm just helping you out here..." he muttered out as he fiddled with the button. Gundham moved his hands to hold Kazuichi's shoulders, watching him closely as his pants were undone. He honestly found it rather cute how nervous the other seemed to be about it. It all felt like something out of a dream as he subtly shifted closer and let his legs spread wider. There was a sense of pride in this honestly - this was not the morning he had intended, but he was more than happy for it to be the morning he received.

Kazuichi couldn't help but let out a small gasp the moment his dick had suddenly sprung out. He had forgotten the fact that the breeder didn't tend to wear underwear. He took a shaky breath in before carefully wrapping his hand around the base of his dick, staring down at him as if it was some kind of mission. Swallowing his nerves, he eventually began to slowly move his hand, gliding it up along his length before moving it back down.
The breeder gave a pleased hum at the friction on his dick, rolling his neck and massaging Kazuichi's shoulders as a form of encouragement. He'd already made up his mind that he'd make sure to have this last as long as possible. He wanted a chance to really enjoy his beloved's work, and if he could get Kazuichi even somewhat into it he'd consider it a bonus. The fact that Kazuichi even thought to offer was enough to tell him that there was a chance.
Gundham enjoyed how the mechanic's slow approach really helped him get a feel for the new hand. He'd let out content sighs and small pleasured hums as wordless praise, all the while massaging his shoulders. He knew how much Kazuichi liked being praised. Anyone could tell you that he looked absolutely euphoric every time Sonia gave him even a little bit of validation. So why not give him some here? After all, it told Kazuichi that he was doing something right, and everyone liked knowing that.
"You can go a little faster for me if you like." Gundham spoke close to his face, a small smile spreading over his face. He didn't want to speak directly in his ear and have him suddenly withdraw consent, and he was holding back every part of him that wanted to use a nickname. But he would still do all he could to seem appealing.

Kazuichi couldn't help but notice how it almost felt as if the tables had turned. Gundham seemed much more...confident, while he was a flustered mess. He couldn't believe he was doing this. No one could ever find out.
Was this new friendship really that important to him? Was it worth jerking him off so they could get closer? Well, he wasn't going to back out now, he already started. It's not that he wasn't enjoying doing it, it was more so the fact that it was weird to him; something he'd never expect himself to be doing. Although, his nervousness had seemed to begin to slowly fade away as he listened to the breeder's quiet sounds of pleasure, egging him on to continue. He liked the praise - knowing that he was doing good. He didn't want to not live up to Gundham's expectations.
He attempted to move himself a little closer, biting down on his bottom lip as the other spoke up. Was his voice always this hot? There was something about his deep voice in a time like this that really got to him. Nevertheless, he ignored it, simply taking in his words and nodding his head slightly as he followed his instructions. His hand began to move at a faster pace, using his thumb to lightly toy with the tip of his dick whenever his hand had glided back to the top, just to tease him. Even if he was just helping him, it didn't mean he couldn't have his own fun, right?

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