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Young and clumsy hands, it travelled the continent of his back and down to the creaks of his buttstock. It’s surprising how Tamiya has such a refrain to be gentle, still, his body reacted animatedly, his hands clasping with Dafu’s, locking their fingers tightly.
“How are you feeling Kaneda?” Tamiya inquired, his voice always so soft but with a distinct masculinity to accompany it.
Kaneda bit his lips, his head crooked between Dafu’s neck in embarrassment.
“I think Kaneda is embarrassed.” Dafu remarked with a slight bit of tease to provoke the shy rabbit.
And it worked, Kaneda glared up at Dafu, his cheeks pouting in a round shape. “No, I’m not.”
“Then answer Tamiya’s question.” Dafu sniggered.
Still rather flustered, Kaneda glanced passed his shoulder and his eyes finally met with Tamiya’s one. His eyes are sharp like a tapering edge where Tamiya is almond shaped. No wonder why Tamiya is liked by so many girls. Does this make Kaneda a girl too?
“I’m alright. Keep going.” Kaneda finally said and he saw Tamiya smiled. He seemed to be glad that Kaneda wasn’t in any discomfort.
And Tamiya proceeded to move his hand even lower, the lingering sensation of his fingers trailed down his spine like a ghost, Kaneda shivered. He couldn’t see what was going on behind his back so he had to guess where the other boy’s hand was touching and it didn’t help that Tamiya is such a gentleman that he always pulled away his palm when he lingered far too long.
“I think we missed a step.” Dafu said, removing his hand from Kaneda’s and pushed Kaneda to sit up on his own. “From what I read, we need lubricant.” Dafu stated, factually as this is just them three trying to experience new adult things.
“Lubricant?” Tamiya repeated, more so in the manner of Where-Can-We-Find-It?
“Like olive oil, I brought one from home.” Dafu said, scrambling his hand toward the pile of clothes he and the rest of them had thrown on the ground. It’s filthy, yes, but they didn’t have that in mind when doing this.
When Dafu finally found the bottle, he quickly opened the cap and poured a rather generous amount of oil on Kaneda’s crack as the drop trickled downward, causing the boy to make an eek squeak sound from the sudden coldness against his skin.
“Right….” Tamiya muttered as he rubbed two of his fingers on the oil to make best use of the limited amount of lubricant they have got– It is clear Dafu must have taken it from home without permission. He let his fingers slide down Kaneda’s crack and rubbed the closed entrance. This time with far more confidence and precision. It seemed that the effect of the lubricant also made Kaneda’ tightness to relax, at least a little. “I’m going in now.” Tamiya announced, finally pushing one of his lubed fingers in.
Tamiya is hardly a knuckle in and Kaneda is already holding Dafu’s hand, again, tightly. The long haired boy had never been the strongest but Dafu was surprised as to how hard Kaneda could gripped his hand with such a shaky hand. Reluctantly, Dafu asked, “Are you okay?”
Kaneda wouldn’t reply for a minute before he let out an embarrassing whine. It looked more like Kaneda is embarrassed for not being able to take it rather than what Dafu had questioned. “It’s… weird.” Kaneda admitted.
“You don’t like it?” Tamiya asked, also as worried as Dafu.
Kaneda shook his head, still hiding behind the crook of Dafu’s neck. “No, keep going. I– I am not a wuss.” He nervously said.
And while that made Tamiya and Dafu stare at each other with the knowing glance of ‘Kaneda is too shy to admit it’, they continued anyway. Had they stopped, Kaneda would only feel worse about himself.
Slowly, Tamiya inserted his fingers deeper, finally reaching the second knuckle. He noted mentally that Kaneda’s inside is rather soft though the tightness makes it a little suffocating. He wondered if girls feel like this too, warm heat accompanied by a questionable liquid. He wiggled it just hard enough to feel Kaneda’s inside to move along his movement and that forced yet another choke out of Kaneda. This time louder and with a sense of urgency.
Tamiya was quickly alarmed by it and almost withdrew his fingers had Dafu not told him to stop.
“That sounded so loud! Are you okay!?” Tamiya asked, somewhat shocked by the voice also.
“I think you found his prostate dude!” Dafu stated, again with another knowledge that Tamiya does not possess.
“So what does it mean?”
“Uh…. From what I read, I think it should make you feel really good.” Dafu postulated. “But let’s ask Kaneda… if he can even answer us.” Dafu spoke the last part under his breath as he tried to pull Kaneda’s head off his neck but he stuck to his neck like a koala. “C’mon, tell us, Kaneda.” Dafu pouted.
Kaneda, as if his larynx had completely been destroyed, he stayed radio silent since that sudden yelp, though Dafu can feel the increase of Kaneda’s breathing on his neck and he can at least see the dark red blush on his cheeks when he tugged the hair back.
Disgruntled, Dafu, “Tamiya, tell him!”, making Tamiya a little dumbstruck for the time being but quickly regaining the posture as he is reminded that his finger is still two knuckles deep in Kaneda’s body with no explicit consent to enter nor exist.
“D-Dafu is right.” Tamiya stuttered, still trying to make sure he wasn't messing a step up. “Please tell us, Kaneda or else we can’t do anything.”
Kaneda whinged petulantly. He is so damn embarrassed that he isn’t sure of what to do next. He wanted them to just magically read his mind and understand that he himself also doesn’t know! But also knowing deep down that they are begging him to give them the direction, Kaneda pushed his pride and bit his tongue. “I am fine! Just keep going!” He blurted out, immensely embarrassed by his own voice too.
Tamiya, despite feeling unsure, pushed through Kaneda’s brave facade and complied, he shoved another finger in and instinctively spread his fingers wide inside the tight canal. He can see Kaneda visibly shaking and he regarded it as pleasure over pain. If Kaneda wanted to prove himself then he wouldn’t mind watching how far it will go.
Thrusting his fingers in and out, he began to feel hot and bothered himself. It was… a sight, to say the least. The way his fingers disappeared inside and submerged out in his pace was erotic, his cheeks flushed a little. He looked up to see Dafu and Tamiya was met with the same bright red coloured cheeks. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was getting bothered.
Now looking back down at Kaneda, his backs are reddened as well. Kaneda suddenly has the urge to see his gloomy friend’s face. His desire quickly took hold of his mind as he used his other free hand to prop Kaneda up, quickly make work of his dear friend and placed his back on the cold ground and his face up for both him and Dafu to see.
Dafu, now without Kaneda’s body pressed against him, was slightly sore but he pushed through and closed up on Kaneda by the left, tugging that hair fringe off the boy’s face. “You’re so red, like a tomato.” Dafu remarked, a small tug at the end of his lips rose up into a smile. “Your penis is too.”
“S-Shut up.” Kaneda pouted, his eyes shut closed now that he was forced to be face to face with his friends. He can’t phantom the thought of looking them in the eyes. He isn’t sure if he’ll cry or faint had he let out a moan, both are equally as embarrassing– why did he even volunteer for this position?
“You’re so tight.” Tamiya said but all Kaneda could hear was a seductive growl. It could be that Tamiya is quite literally knuckle-deep inside him but he’d rather not think about it as his cock would twitch in response.
And as if Dafu could read Kaneda’s mind, a calloused hand grabbed the piece of meat between his legs, he gasped. “Dafu, don’t!” Kaneda whined.
“It’ll relax you.” Dafu cooed, completely cocking his head at Kaneda’s penis and then back at the face, after all, he only has one eye to use at his best ability. “It won’t hurt you, trust me.” Dafu added. Like a mother coaxing its child to submission, Kaneda couldn’t have done much to protest it so he merely trusted in Dafu’s judgement, and oh, it does make his body relaxed if not entirely. It’s like a central agent of pleasure, one that sublimates his mind to think that the penetration is ringing him more pleasure than pain.
“Shit!” Kaneda exclaimed, unable to retract his body nor hold back, the stimulation from both sides made his body involuntarily jerked and a split of cum shot from the head of his tip, white transparent liquid painting Dafu’s fingers and across the ground.
“Whoa!” Both Kaneda and Tamiya rejoined in shared surprise. They are aware of ejaculation, yes, but they had not once triggered on anyone beside themselves.
”That was crazy!” Dafu uttered, brushing his stained fingers on Kaneda’s belly.
Tamiya, although hesitant, retreated his fingers as slowly as possible, only brushing past that sweet spot once and he knew it must have been so from the way Kaneda gave a last weak whimper.
This may not have been the best experience of either the three, but it certainly wouldn’t be their last time experimenting.