Unrelated Pokemon Oneshots

just to do it- Guzma x Molayne

NSFW, trans Guzma, takes place when they're still young

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Molayne is real nervous cos he's never done anything like this before.

Well, it's not like Guzma has either, so he honestly doesn't know why he's making such a big deal out of it. Maybe because they're friends or something like that, cos they've known each other for long enough that it makes things weird. Maybe cos Molayne knows him a lot better than most people, but shouldn't that make it easier, too?

Hell if he knows, he just wishes his friend would either put up or shut up, because this was as much his idea as it was Guzma's, and if he's going to back out now, he needs to just own up and do it. Or own up to his idea and go through with it. He was the one who managed to buy condoms for this, for fuck's sake!

It's not going to mean anything to either of them, so that part shouldn't matter, and it takes the trouble of finding someone else to do this with out of the equation. Quick and simple, and nobody has to know but them. Especially not Kukui, because he'd just become even more impossible to deal with. That's the same reason they're doing this with each other, because like hell either of them would ever do it with him, even just to be done with it. At least, that's a good enough excuse for it.

"Maybe we should...kiss first?" There is so much uncertainty in Molayne's voice as he says it that Guzma rolls his eyes.

"If you really think the sappy shit is gonna make it easier for you," he mutters, before throwing his arms around Molayne's shoulders to pull him down into a kiss. Molayne has gotten way too tall for his own good lately, and become even lankier as a result. Guzma could probably break his neck without even trying.

He hasn't ever kissed anyone before, come to think of it, so maybe Molayne had a point when he suggested starting with this, instead of getting right down to the action. It's not like either of them knows much about it, so they have to learn as they go. Kissing isn't that bad though, and by the time Guzma has pulled out of it, there is a heat pooling in his stomach that wasn't there before they started kissing. It completely replaces the weird, nervous buzzing that he had been trying to ignore, because he would sooner die than admit that this makes him nervous.

"That was..." Molayne breathes, but doesn't finish the sentence, and Guzma is glad he doesn't. Neither of them need to make this any more sappy or any more weird than it already is or needs to be. This is just something they're doing for the sake of doing it, after all.

"Are you gonna strip, or do I have to take your clothes off for you?" he asks, trying to get back on topic. Molayne blushes, looking down at his clothes as if he has no idea what to do with them. Guzma, on the other hand, pushes his own shorts down past his scabbed knees quickly, though he hesitates when he is just in his underwear, even though Molayne has known him for years, and already knows what to expect. There is still something that makes it difficult to strip down completely, even or especially with one of his closest friends.

But then he looks over to see that Molayne has started by taking his shirt off, and if he can show off just how scrawny he really is, then there's nothing stopping Guzma from stripping the rest of the way down, until he is completely naked, watching impatiently as Molayne finally manages to get out of his underwear.
Despite his lankiness, he is not too bad to look at, and he doesn't stare too much, which is nice. Guzma doesn't know why he was so afraid of Molayne gawking at him, but he's still glad, nonetheless, that he is trying to act as if this is all perfectly casual. But now comes the main event, the part that neither of them have the slightest clue how to do, outside of some very basic reading online, and dirty stories Guzma managed to trick older boys into telling him when he was much too young, trying to act tough, trying to see if he could fit in amongst them.