NSFW Content: Handjob, Blowjob, Rimming, Fingering, First-Time Anal Sex, *light* overstimulation, Praise kink, Teasing
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The palms of Tsurai's hands felt clammy as they cupped his own face. He stared at the marred image of himself, fog obscuring and blurring the bathroom mirror. His eyes didn't try to focus on the details of his reflection, instead staring beyond the image, into the recesses of his warring thoughts. The bathroom was still warm and full of steam, the fan whirring as a distant echo. It was just moments after exiting the shower, and yet Tsurai already felt like his body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. The once-budding anxiety had fully blossomed in his gut the moment the water stopped running. Tsurai did everything he needed to. He was clean, recently shaved, and hadn't eaten in a few hours. For all intents and purposes, this should all go relatively smoothly. And yet, it felt almost certain that he would screw this up somehow.
He was the one who initiated this, Tsurai had to remind himself. He was up for the challenge, almost confident, this morning. It was sprung upon Mint that he wanted to try something new today. The look on Mint's face was one of surprise-- he didn't think Tsurai would be willing to try switching roles so soon. He asked, several times, if Tsurai was sure. They didn't have to rush things. Was he pressuring himself to take on this role? Did he actually want it, or did he feel strangely obligated to do it? Tsurai assured Mint that he was curious about the experience, and was willing to explore. Afterall, how could Tsurai not want to try? After witnessing Mint's reactions, how he always grew needy, and the way the pitch of his voice raised as he crashed through waves of pleasure, it was impossible not to wonder what it could feel like. Sex with Mint at this point was already great. The idea that it could somehow be even better was tantalizing. Tsurai just had to take a few calming breaths, leave the bathroom, and find out.
And yet, with all that resolve in his choice, Tsurai found it difficult to put his hand on the doorknob. He stood, embracing the cozy environment he was in, and prepared for the pin pricks of cold air to chill his skin. With a towel loosely secured around his waist, Tsurai opened the bathroom door to the hallway air and shivered. The apartment was empty and quiet, the only lights on emanating from Mint's bedroom. Mint assured that no unwanted roommate interruptions would happen today– Malcolm was conveniently with his family. To his right, Mint's bedroom door remained cracked open, allowing a quiet series of key tapping to break the otherwise silent home. When Tsurai entered the room, sneaking through a space in the door just wide enough for him to enter, Mint looked up from his laptop. He was as calm as ever, and Tsurai wasn't sure if that helped him feel better or not. In classic fashion, Mint cooly scanned Tsurai up and down, and grinned.
"Your face is already super red," Mint said evenly.
Tsurai huffed and looked down at the floor, "Don't point it out, you ass."
Mint laughed, his light-hearted tone combating the tense energy Tsurai brought into the room. He stood from his desk, and shuffled over to give Tsurai a quick kiss and gentle pull, inviting him further inside. Tsurai moved with clunky steps, feeling the heat of nerves flush his cheeks and turn his limbs to cement. When the sound of the door clicking shut behind him echoed in his ears, Tsurai's heart rate quickened. Mint brushed his hands along his boyfriend's damp skin, tilting his head as he studied how Tsurai shivered and darted his eyes in any direction to avoid eye contact. Seeing him so nervous tugged at Mint's heartstrings. He held Tsurai's face in both hands, smiling gently and waiting until Tsurai finally strung up the nerve to look at him.
