He was visibly embarrassed to admit it out-loud:
“I liked your touch. It was good. I don’t want to stop, especially not now?” He brushed her bare back a bit, hand warm and tentative. Like an invitation. “But only if you want it, too.”
Taylor looked at him, shy, but ready to try things. He was currently in her lap, and since they were both half-naked… “Of course I want to. Can I just… hug you for a bit?”
“Sure.” He choked out, even more embarrassed for some reason. “Ah, you don’t mind the…” he trailed off, gesturing crotch-ward where if you squinted there probably was a damp patch of fabric.
Taylor inhaled, and it wasn’t her-pulling or him-going so much as them falling into each other, irrelevant of any of that.
“I think we already established how much I don’t mind. In fact, I… you have to know I even said that because you… because I was…”
She squirmed and Alec once again realized how hot and bothered she was. He smirked a little, huffing out air.
“You can tell me you liked it, you know. It’s… I don’t understand but I like that I somehow turn you on.” He toyed with the fabric of her pants at her waist, needing something to fidget with, cheek against her shoulder.
“Of course you do.” Taylor squeaked. “I mean, come on, you’re so… and it’s proof how much you like it, so of course I…” She wiggled under him and he held on tighter, laughing.
Suddenly feeling a lot more relaxed. Oh, she was shy? She was so cute. He just had a whole flash-back episode, trigger-trauma tripped, and instead of being disgusted or put off she was trying to defend herself.
“You keep thinking about how slick the inside of my boxers are, even after all that?” He tucked a smile into her collar bone, pressing closer. “Is it exciting for you?”
Knowing that she was just as bothered, that her panties were probably dripping, if he concentrated he could feel it warm on her thighs… and he was the cause of that. Not even doing anything, performing for her, touching her– but she got that hot thinking of him.
Of her hand on his belly. Barely doing anything, just being close. Alec flushed.
“Yeah.” She gasped, her belated answer, squeezing her eyes shut. “It’s so… it’s hot, is that okay?”
Oh fuck, Alec wasn’t that much better, breathing hard against her. He moaned a little and felt her heart-rate pick up.
“You don’t hate it?” Taylor checked carefully, cheeks pink. “I want to know, if I shouldn’t say it at all or if I should just use… different words.”
“No, I… didn’t realize what you meant.” Alec pressed his nose into her neck, enjoying the soft-clean smell of her body wash. “It’s fine that you like…”
He struggled with the words and Taylor made a little choked sound.
“I like… how slick you are for me?” She tried and Alec shivered. He was painting the inside of his boxers grossly, it was so dumb, they hadn’t really done anything and yet he was so affected.
His body was doing gross things but she somehow wasn’t put off.
“It’s usually the girls that get wet, you know.” Alec tried, pushing off all the other things– the connotations and shit. He wanted to redirect to her, all sweet pleasure and how turned on she was.
None of that bad stuff was here, it had just been a bad moment.
Back home he wouldn’t have freaked out like that, would have risen an unaffected eyebrow and said something worse to Nicholas– never let them see they’ve gotten to you, never lose a verbal spar– but his guard was down. His guard was so far down it might as well not have existed, all vulnerable and fucking terrifying with Taylor.
“I…” Taylor shifted her thighs restlessly and despite their earlier conversation about how often she touched herself, she was certainly affected.
It was nice he wasn’t the only one but something squirmed in his guts. She could probably tell him what it was, if she were ‘looking’. The thought made him blush.
“Oh, are you in the same condition as me, ma luciole?” He purred up to her ear, pressing closer. They were shirtless and the little pinpricks of her nipples on his chest wasn’t any less exciting.
Taylor’s legs parted a little for him, almost certainly on instinct and he had to catch his weight in surprise.
He bit his lip as their embrace turned a little… He was poking her stomach for sure.
“Last time we kissed like this I was in your lap, luciole, not between your legs.” He giggled a little and Taylor softened for it, relaxing against him with a little similar sound.
She was so pink, he probably wasn’t any better. They matched. From their hair and their pink faces to the naked chests and mess in their pants.
Even their powers– Alec’s power, mirrored– were so similar and something about it made Alec feel so known. They’d barely scratched the surface of the hell he came from and yet… Taylor wasn’t disgusted.
Her pupils were big and she was really, really not disgusted, arousal thrumming low but instantly through her in the way girls often experienced, a simmering burn more than the sharp insistence he usually got from his dick.
“Do you want to be in my lap again?” She mumbled, turning her head to nuzzle their cheeks together. It wasn’t really ‘sexy’ and that just made it nicer, Alec was weirdly getting more turned on by the nonsexual gestures and just… how close she was. How relaxed.
He kind of did, honestly. Maybe? It was hard to tell.
“You can’t be enjoying me poking you.” His eyes slid away from her, cheeks hot. “Dicks are a little painful like this, I always feel like I’m bruised when it’s thigh-fucking.”
Her hands tightened possessively on his– not his hips but his middle stomach? Like, love-handle type area and the name made him huff a little air in amusement.
“Thigh-fucking?” She asked, color high in her cheeks but so curious and unafraid. Shy, yes, and so was he but she often pushed through it. He could too.
Plus it was nice to know things, to teach her things, to have something useful from his experience instead of just bad memories and a minefield of stupid triggers.
“You know, intercrural sex.” Alec hesitated a second before reaching down, they were still wearing sweats after all. Just in case, he wouldn’t touch her but rather demonstrate on himself.
Her breath hitched as his hand slithered between them, and Alec brushed against his inner thigh before tapping it, showing the place.
“Is it like rubbing or, erm, grinding against the thigh?” Taylor asked, her own hand coming to hover over his nervously. Her breath was fanning out quicker.
Despite her curiosity she was still aroused, still wanting and that was exciting all on its own.
“No, you… let me see?” Alec rubbed over her fingers, an invitation, and she put her hand in his so easily. A small sound escaped him from how trusting and… sweet.
“Now I have second guesses about showing you, shouldn’t I avoid corrupting you with all this?”
Now Taylor glared at him, only a little squint of eyes but it made his heart beat. Her lips pursed.
“No, I want to know… everything you’re willing to teach me.” She turned her fingers in his, clasping them tight. “And some stuff we can figure out together. If that’s okay.”
Alec swallowed tightly and nodded, a jerky little bob of the head. He guided her hand those few inches and scooted back a little, so he could press his thighs together.
Obviously it wouldn’t have the same effect over his pants but… he brought her fingers to the tight clasp of his thighs. Her fingertips touched without forcing through his legs, rubbing the material of his pants.
Of course. Of course she wouldn’t just…
“Press in.” Alec murmured, voice a little deeper than it usually was. He pulled on her nerves, guiding her fingers as they’d need to move, wiggling into the seam of tightly pressed thighs and parting them, barely.
Alecs thighs squeezed around her hand and she groaned.
“Okay, now imagine that’s your dick.” He said, going for light and amused but missing it by a mile. His voice was wrecked. He cleared his throat.
Taylor’s fingers rubbed shyly at his thigh, a little push-pull that reminded him of… exactly what fucking someone’s thighs was supposed to remind people of.
“This is a new one for me.” He admitted, checking her face to see if it was weird-bad. Her emotions were no help, all fluttery-shy and slow-burn-aroused, curious and embarrassed and a few other things all mulling about.
“It is?” Taylor looked up at him, biting her lip. She slid her fingers further into the tight crevasse he made for her and they both shivered.
“Thigh-fucking is a thing, the point I was going to make is it hurts a little, like– bruising. If you’ve ever used a foam roller to work out a sore muscle, it’s like that.” He started, only for Taylor to pull her hand away at once.
“It hurts?” She demanded, poking around his nerves. It felt like pinpricks of attention, like little eyes assessing his pain receptors rapid-fire. He grabbed her wrist before it could escape too far, kissing the back of her hand.
“Hey, chill, no– it didn’t hurt. Not from you. I was just… it’s different, right? Like I said, it’s new. Never been thigh-fingered before, isn’t that funny? My first time.”
Alec leaned into her, inviting her to the joke and she slowly calmed down, scooting forward to bridge the little distance he’d created for his ‘demonstration’.
Was it weird, that he’d guided her to touch him? What if she didn’t want to, what if she–
Taylor snagged him by the waist of his pants, tugging him in and burying her face in his neck. She nuzzled a little and Alec relaxed, turning their half-kneeling poses into something more comfortable. Taylor went without complaint until he was lowering her back onto the bed.
“You have to tell me right away if something hurts.” She whispered, fever-bright.
He stared at her for a few seconds, caught completely off guard, and then he couldn’t help pressing forward and kissing her.
Taylor moved into it easily, eagerly, even if it was a touch aggressive and Alec couldn’t ease it, couldn’t… fuck he needed to be gentle but he felt so raw, so peeled-open and seen.
She was literally exploring his guts earlier and yet that insistant concern for him felt like it touched so much deeper.
Her excited little noises were not helping matters of anything and he jerked away, letting them breath. He couldn’t go far, ended up resting his lips on her jaw, panting.
“You too.” He said, short, clipped. “Anything, even if it’s just a little uncomfortable, don’t…. Don’t push through it or try to ‘handle it’, or worry about…”
“What if you’re enjoying it?” Taylor asked quietly. “Like, if you were… intercrural…”
“That’s what I mean, though.” Alec blew a rasberry against the skin of her chin and she laughed, startled, almost shrieking to get away. “That’s exactly what I mean. If I’m fucking your thighs and really into it but it hurts, bruises your pretty skin, I’m not… I don’t want that? That would be awful.”
He pulled back to look at her face and found it ruddy and splotchy with color.
“A little bruising is normal during sex though, right? I mean, if sometimes you hold on too tight… if I hold onto your hips too tight…”
“Nope.” Alec said stubbornly, nipping her jaw. She shrieked agian. “Not doing it. Won’t.”
“Alec!”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled against her chin. “Hard rule. Nothing that hurts. Not without… a lot of negotiation. And agreement. If ever.”
“Okay.” She breathed, totally staring again. She wiggled down a bit until their faces were more level and she could steal a kiss on his unresisting mouth. Oh, that was nice.
Alec leaned into it, kissing sweetly this time. Taylor shivered against him and he realized they were close again. Not close enough for any poking but…
“You’re so dangerous.” Taylor said, lip quirking in a shy little thing that tempered his knee-jerk flinch and invited him into a little joke.
“What?” That was alarming but she looked so pleased with herself, he would hear her out…
“When you look at me like that, how am I supposed to resist? Your lips are kissed and red and you could ask me for anything. I think I’d agree…”
She slid her hand up his back, not pushing or pulling on him but appreciative.
The other slid into his hair a little, hot on his neck, fingers brushing his curls.
Oh. Alec swallowed.
“That’s not a thing, c’mon. My power doesn’t work like that. I can’t convince you of anything…” It was scary to hear her say that, he didn’t… master powers were…
“Oh it’s not your power.” Taylor giggled, rubbing their noses together, and Alec lost a lot of his trepidation. “You’re just… really really pretty. I know you don’t like how you look but I really, really… do. Sorry, I can’t help it…”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Alec buried his face in her neck. She laughed at him. “C’mon, I’m not… that…”
“You’re so pretty. Beautiful, really. My handsome prince…”
“Taylor.” He whined, embarrassed.
“I can… tell you if something’s uncomfortable.” She took a shaky breath, then her voice got quieter. “But what if I… don’t want it to stop?”
“Huh?” He was becoming more and more aware of her chest. So soft under his cheek, his collar bone barely touching the soft swell of her upper breasts– her small breasts, tips pointed out, he was so perverted focusing so much on them…
“What if I like it, and it’s really hot, and just a little uncomfortable, and I don’t want to tell you because you’ll stop?” Taylor asked, all in one rushed breath, and Alec stared at her a little.
He groaned.
“C’mon, that’s not… super likely, is it? And even then, it’ll be better if we pick back up again in a different position, if we can adjust a little so it doesn’t hurt.”
“I guess.” She frowned, almost sullen, or like…
“Are you pouting?” He asked, poking her lip nerves. Making them tingle a little…
Taylor snapped at the invisible sensation, like she’d bite a hand. Playful but still…
“I haven’t even gotten to try anything yet, and I’m already agreeing to call it off.” Her shoulders hunched a little, unhappily. Alec felt it because he was half-laying on top of her.
He decided to make his body weight a little more obvious, to press down and was rewarded with a breathy moan.
“You want to try things, ma luciole?” He slowly, slowly, rubbed his cheek over her collar. “We did agree to continue…”
Her hand slid down to his hip. The other was still in his curls. Keeping him close, though he wasn’t trying to go anywhere. They both shivered for the way her fingers curled around his hip bone.