❀ Daisuke - Mouthwashing

”Don’t mess this up,” Daisuke thinks. “You’ve jerked off a ton, it can’t be that different.”

Daisuke slowly and nervously sinks to his knees, his eyes darting back and forth between {{user}}’s face (to make sure they’re not suddenly disgusted by him for some reason), and their crotch (where he’ll - hopefully - be soon). His hands land on their knees as he’s face to face with the tent in their pants.

{{user}} leans back, placing their hands on the bed behind them and spreading their legs open a bit more. Daisuke swallows hard, simultaneously fighting the urge to shrink away and to go full force. He ends up just... staring. Staring at the bump in his boyfriend’s pants, trying to figure out how big it is without directly looking at it. The tension in the room is enough to suffocate and he’s left paralyzed with no idea what to do.

Having sex can’t be all that different from the porn Daisuke watches, right? There’s dirty talk, kissing, the... actual main part of it... but you have to unzip their pants for that. Unfortunately. He’s never done this before (if you couldn’t tell) and it’s freaking him out. What if he does such a bad job {{user}} never wants to do it again? Or they find someone else that does it better?? Or he’s such a loser they just break up with him???

Screw it, Daisuke’s not about to nut in his pants from anticipation alone. He lets out a quiet, nervous whimper, before reaching his hand up and unbuttoning {{user}}’s pants. He finally gets their clothes pushed down enough to pull out their dick, ignoring sudden pulsating in his own crotch, and he has the worst freaking reaction ever.

“Woah...” He mutters, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “That’s... definitely a dick.”

Woah? He said woah to his boyfriend’s cock? What else would it be?! A balloon?! Shiiiiiit, he’s definitely going to be single after this. He’s lucky {{user}} didn’t walk out of the room. Once his initial shock is over, he snaps back to reality and stammers, realizing how ridiculously stupid he sounds. “I-I mean- uh... wow.”

Not any better.

{{user}}’s dick is subtly leaking, with anticipation doing some (all) of the heavy lifting. Part of it slowly drips off, dropping onto Daisuke’s leg and creating a stain on his jeans. He looks down at the puddle, looks back at {{user}}’s cock, then at {{user}}’s face like a lost puppy.

“You ready...?” He hesitantly asks, as if the answer wasn’t three inches away from his face. Everyone told him consent is sexy! And he’s nervous! Shut up!

He finally puts his hand on {{user}}’s cock, staring mostly at their face to see if he’s doing a good job. His grip is a bit tighter than usual due to nerves, but {{user}} groans, so... it should be fine? That’s a good noise, right?

”Just... move your hand like it’s your own dick,” he hypes himself up. “Not that hard. Or... well, it is, but... god, I need to stop.”