Magne's body molds up against his back as she moves just enough from her side and shoulder to rest her weight more on him, her eyes closing and lips parting against his neck to let out a quiet breath against it. Her hair falls to tickle against his neck and curtain her face, with her nose tucked up under the corner of his jaw.
Every slow movement of her hand is met by a mirrored one of her hips up against his, and her free hand curls against his body as he holds onto her arm. The tone is rewarded with a soft kiss against the side of his neck and a squeeze at the base of him to bring him back down just enough to remember to breathe.
"Tap out if you need to stop," she murmurs against his neck, before picking the rhythm back up again and stroking her hand from base to head and back down again in those easy passes that meet every thrust of her hips on the downstroke.
Magne's weight is a further security blanket. César's safe. He's loved. All he needs to do is let her take care of him and experience. So he does, blanking his mind similar to the meditations he's done in the past.
Her hair tickles, but he hardly cares. When she kisses his neck and asks him to breathe by touch, he breathes. César even manages to acknowledge her reminder to speak up with a soft "yes, ma'am."
César lets himself just be and experience every thrust and stroke of Magne's hand. It isn't long before he's hard. After a moan that's a little too load for comfort, César covers his mouth loosely with his lower hand so he can still breathe. The last thing he wants to do is give Dabi confirmation of what he might already suspect about what they're doing.
The way he says that sends a little thrill rolling through her, and Magne murmurs against the side of his neck, then chases that with a kiss just behind his ear. At the same time, she moves the hand stroking him to lower his underthings and give herself an easier time touching him, though they do still stay up far enough that he doesn't also have to cope with the direct friction of her between his legs.
"You're okay like this?" she asks, though her voice is growing a bit throaty and broken up as she takes as much as she gives.
César's breath hitches as his erect cock bobs free and more skin is exposed to the air. The way she kisses him and speaks lets him know she's getting just as much out of this. He'll be surprised about how good this felt after he has his brain back.
"More than." The pause lets him rub brain cells together, and he lets go of her arm to settle his hand over hers on his middle. "Intense, but amazing."
He needs to try to keep communicating, he vaguely remembers. It's important for Magne.
It's important to her that he be able to continue communicating, after what he'd said about being taken advantage of and rendered more or less mute by other encounters that just didn't care what he felt or had to say about what was happening to him. She doesn't want to hurt him the same way, even by accident.
Her pace remains slow and measured, and her fingers lace with his to give his hand a squeeze at the same time that she gives his erection a tighter squeeze and quicker stroke. The skin of his thighs is growing slick with sweat and fluid that makes the passing of her shaft easier between them, and the weight and tension of them feels amazing wrapped around her. She sucks in a quick breath at an unintentional squeeze, and moans quietly against the back of his ear.
"Good," she huffs, and starts to move in earnest in the hopes of getting him toward climax .
Unlike those times, César has something and someone he can hold onto. César's underclothes ride up his thighs as they move until he can feel her directly against him. HeWantsToTouchHer, HeWantsToTouchHer, HeWantsToTouchHerAllOver—but that's a touch she doesn't want, and one that doesn't work in this position.
Magne keeps moving, and César's breathing is punctuated by moans. When his girlfriend moans herself, a shiver goes down his spine. He breaths become audible as Magne picks up the pace, his moans becoming shorter, more needy; he's getting close.
César groans out her name between his fingers louder, his other hand keeping interlaced with hers as a lifeline. He squeezes unintentionally a couple of times more, and once or twice on purpose. Thinking about her pleasure, too, helps keep his head just above water.
It doesn't work in this position, and that is a large part of why she wanted to be in this position, at least for their first time.
Magne's chest inflates and presses into César's back, and it's clear that she's holding herself back for his benefit, and to prolong the contact for just a little bit longer. Because she knows what's coming, and she knows that she can't stop now without putting herself in discomfort that César will question like the good boyfriend that he is.
Unfortunately, that's what will happen regardless, especially as she feels herself buck, the same way that she had when they'd worked together to finger her to orgasm before. The feeling is different, though not by much, and her face is likely burning hot against the back of his neck. It won't be immediately obvious what is happening, at least until a spurt makes it out from between his thighs.
César's too busy being fucked to think about the position beyond that it was a deliberate choice on Magne's part, and that it feels very good. There a vague awareness that she's trying to keep the contact going for as long as possible.
He peaks first with a long, low moan, body jerking as he holds tightly onto her hand. César comes over Magne's other hand and the comforter, Magne continuing to move thorough César's orgasm and beyond it. Boneless he becomes, except for his grip on her hand, quietly urging her on. His other hand flops back down onto the bed, and he lets his mind drift, becoming only Magne's movements between his thighs, the sensitivity of his tip.
The ideas of discomfort or questioning anything are far from his floating thoughts in the moment Magne climaxes and after. Which he only realizes when he feels a different, familiar liquid between his thighs that isn't his own. César squeezes Magne's hand again, making a low hum of pleasure, and clearly not intending to immediately move.
The sound that Magne makes against the side of his neck is high and choked, breathless as she shudders against him. The pressure around her from César's thighs ekes a bit more from her as she eases back away. César is boneless, and really this should have been a wonderful moment, the two of them spooned up together in the afterglow, exchanging quiet nothings, aftercare and a little bit of cleanup perhaps, but suddenly César's back is growing cool with the absence of Magne's chest pressed against it. She's not there, he will realize eventually.
It's because she's sitting up on the edge of the bed on the opposite side from him, pulling open a side drawer and fishing a moment, then standing and moving away to find where her clothes had gone, picking her chemise off the ground and pulling it back on while she kneels to clean herself up. Her breathing is labored in a different way from the sounds that she'd made in his ear just moments earlier.
Magne's warm and surrounding him, and then suddenly she isn't. It takes a moment to process. He hears her open a drawer, feels her stand, and the confusion starts. César rolls onto his other side to watch for a moment.
She's... upset. Panicked. Covering herself and cleaning herself off as quickly as possible.
The feeling of floating comes crashing back down to reality. César almost gets out of bed to kneel beside her, then realizes he'd put his crotch right in her face if he stood. Quietly, quickly, César pulls down his undergarments to wipe some of what's upsetting her away, then starts pulling them off.
Instinct kicks in, and his voice is soft and gentle, calm even as his heart start to race and ache simultaneously. "Amorcita, it'll be okay." Because it isn't for her, not in this moment.
"[Stupid, stupid...don't know what I expected...should know better...]" She's muttering to herself anxiously, clearly barely holding it together as she wipes up every trace of semen and nearly throws the cloth aside, until she realizes that César has come down and joined her. She swallows hard, not looking back at him, sure that he's going to question what's wrong with her. She's ruined their moment with her neuroses in a way that surpasses the anxiety over her facial hair when they'd met. "[Of course I was going to... You make happy, I got carried away, and I just...I just-]" she stops herself as her voice chokes up and presses her lips together tight. It's such a a miserable experience that she's not even sure she can explain to him properly.
It's as he cleans himself, and he hears Magne mutters that César realizes she hadn't come the first time she orgasmed. He pauses for a moment, and his brain starts to trace the how—NO. Magne first. He doesn't even care if the moment was 'ruined'. All he cares about is her.
César joins her on the floor and listens to her until she cuts herself off, putting together enough puzzle pieces for enough of an understanding.
"Shhh, shh." He drapes gentle arms over her shoulders, easy for her to escape from, and lovingly kisses the back of her hair. "[I'm here for you. I'll help get your clothes sorted.]"
Some of her clothes are inside out, and they're scattered. It won't save much time for them to split grabbing them all. She likely won't let him help her put most of them on. But Magne won't be dealing with it alone, and that's what matters the most.
She's holding herself back from tears, but it's a near thing. She's still red across the face, but it's no longer from arousal and exertion. She silently cleans herself up as César takes the time to gather some of her clothes, then pulls her underthings back on and buries her face in her hands as she tatkes several long, soothing breaths as soon as she feels less exposed, more secure.
"God, fuck, I'm sorry. I've ruined our first time." There, she's stated it outright herself.
César also removes the comforter and tosses it out of sight onto the other side of the bed, finishes cleaning himself off, and gets some new undergarments on. He looks over at Magne when she speaks and walks over to her, one arm going around her mid-back, the other running gently through the back of her hair.
"You cut things short so you could address your needs." César's voice stays the same gentle tone. "Being upset because something's upsetting isn't 'ruining' anything. To be honest, we blew past my wildest expectations for our first time."
"I thought that...maybe, since I'd made it this far, that it wouldn't bother me so much anymore," she admits quietly. "I wanted to be able to feel you, the same way that you might do with me one day."
Her smile is weak, but it is at least there when he tries to reassure her that at least on his end, it was still good. Her hands wrap around his middle to rest in the small of his back.
Oh. Oh her reason is... incredibly sweet. Seeing her smile even at all means César has room for his entire expression to melt from worried to loving. César looks up and slightly to the side, breaking eye contact for a moment. His usual thinking expression as he searches through his mind for something.
Then his gaze returns to hers, and he kisses her gently on the lips. "My cows will be given potions to produce milk throughout the year. And I know the opposite, stopping production of something, is possible. Aeryn wouldn't mind being asked a few more questions for me to add to my notes."
Edited (check sentences harder when you rewrite them entirely) Date: 2024-09-12 12:32 am (UTC)
When he makes that face, she knows she's given him something to think about. Her nose leans up against his jaw as his head tilts back and it gives her a moment to better collect herself.
"Before I realized that it just wouldn't be possible for me, I looked into the effects of different kinds of hormone treatments. The right combination of testosterone blockers and estrogen is supposed to reduce...production. If that can be done..." She knows she'll be much happier in that instance.
He adores how gently close they can be. César keeps stroking her hair gently after she speaks, considering. A kiss to her forehead, even a gentle bit of rocking back and forth. He can't hold still, but wants to remain close, and the movement soothes that need. Magne's entire life was swimming against an impossible current.
"Exactly. Estrogen monotherapy does similar." César's voice is quiet. "Potions can work more specifically and at specified rates. Or can just be used to preserve your strength. I've written notes for myself because it's fascinating, but I could write you something up to consider privately if you ever decide you want to look into it more."
César doesn't push, doesn't say it's something she needs to do. He just hands over those cards to her to be considered. Even though he suspects one of them could change Magne's entire strategy.
Magne is quiet a moment as she considers it, her head tilting against his until it lifts up again and she makes a small sound in agreement. "Copy down what you've written and I can make some addendums of my own and then go talk to the pharmacists myself," she concludes. "If they have more questions for me then, I'll be there to answer them rather than playing telephone about my future."
César chuckles warmly as Magne rightfully takes the reins, then considers the timeline. "Give me about three days, and you'll have a readable copy of what I have now without me overloading myself." A pause, a mild laugh at himself. "... four. I'm resting tomorrow."
Because he really needs it.
"I get animated and excited when I explain things verbally and sometimes go on extraneous tangents—things disrespectful and distracting to a private medical decision. Deliberate and intentional notes fix this and literally put all my relevant knowledge in your hands to use as you will. And I didn't want you to have to wait for all that, so... I started early."
Magne curls her finger under his chin and tilts his head up to be able to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then lets her hand rest at his shoulder just shy of his neck.
"You do tend to tangent easily. Best to have the information down in text where it can't run off like a car without brakes. Anything that I don't understand, I'll ask for clarification so it's easier for all involved, alright?"
César's breath hitches as she lifts his chin, and he chuckles at himself after the kiss (he's so easy and knows it).
"Exactly! Easier to annotate and reread, too." He nods. "I'll leave room in the margins and add pages at the end for your own notes. I was thinking of making a pretty little notebook... but I'd work too long at figuring that out. Best to just give them to you in a clean format."
He's so easy and Magne only takes advantage of it to make him happy, because it makes her happy.
"Wonderful, thank you love," she murmurs with her nose against the side of his head. She has calmed substantially, and pushes herself to her feet with a hand out to help César up in kind, pulling him along and wrapping her arms around him when they're upright once more. "I'll remind you in the morning. For now, I think I need to rest. Come with me?"
The happy little spark it gives them both is all the more reason to never develop a resistance to its effect.
Magne's breath back to normal; César's relieved. He takes her hand and stands, lazily throwing his arms over her shoulders in a lazy hug. "Of course. We can make dinner later, and then you both can take turns using my bathroom." Which is potentially why Dabi moves in soon after. "And I'll make you an extra pretty Magnolia branch in the morning. I might just have to make you one every day now...."
Magne chuckles as she wraps her arms around his middle and leans against him. "We're going to need a whole tree or two if you're going to do that. Maybe a cherry tree or two," she suggests. Then she steals another kiss before drawing away again to go and avail herself of the bath once more.
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Prepare to be lovingly fucked my guy
Date: 2024-09-05 11:38 pm (UTC)Every slow movement of her hand is met by a mirrored one of her hips up against his, and her free hand curls against his body as he holds onto her arm. The tone is rewarded with a soft kiss against the side of his neck and a squeeze at the base of him to bring him back down just enough to remember to breathe.
"Tap out if you need to stop," she murmurs against his neck, before picking the rhythm back up again and stroking her hand from base to head and back down again in those easy passes that meet every thrust of her hips on the downstroke.
He is not prepared but he's okay with this
Date: 2024-09-06 12:27 am (UTC)Her hair tickles, but he hardly cares. When she kisses his neck and asks him to breathe by touch, he breathes. César even manages to acknowledge her reminder to speak up with a soft "yes, ma'am."
César lets himself just be and experience every thrust and stroke of Magne's hand. It isn't long before he's hard. After a moan that's a little too load for comfort, César covers his mouth loosely with his lower hand so he can still breathe. The last thing he wants to do is give Dabi confirmation of what he might already suspect about what they're doing.
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Date: 2024-09-08 12:06 am (UTC)"You're okay like this?" she asks, though her voice is growing a bit throaty and broken up as she takes as much as she gives.
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Date: 2024-09-08 03:17 am (UTC)"More than." The pause lets him rub brain cells together, and he lets go of her arm to settle his hand over hers on his middle. "Intense, but amazing."
He needs to try to keep communicating, he vaguely remembers. It's important for Magne.
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Date: 2024-09-10 06:36 pm (UTC)Her pace remains slow and measured, and her fingers lace with his to give his hand a squeeze at the same time that she gives his erection a tighter squeeze and quicker stroke. The skin of his thighs is growing slick with sweat and fluid that makes the passing of her shaft easier between them, and the weight and tension of them feels amazing wrapped around her. She sucks in a quick breath at an unintentional squeeze, and moans quietly against the back of his ear.
"Good," she huffs, and starts to move in earnest in the hopes of getting him toward climax .
squeegee off the goatee; he's like this now
Date: 2024-09-10 07:31 pm (UTC)Magne keeps moving, and César's breathing is punctuated by moans. When his girlfriend moans herself, a shiver goes down his spine. He breaths become audible as Magne picks up the pace, his moans becoming shorter, more needy; he's getting close.
César groans out her name between his fingers louder, his other hand keeping interlaced with hers as a lifeline. He squeezes unintentionally a couple of times more, and once or twice on purpose. Thinking about her pleasure, too, helps keep his head just above water.
"Magne...."
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Date: 2024-09-11 12:36 am (UTC)Magne's chest inflates and presses into César's back, and it's clear that she's holding herself back for his benefit, and to prolong the contact for just a little bit longer. Because she knows what's coming, and she knows that she can't stop now without putting herself in discomfort that César will question like the good boyfriend that he is.
Unfortunately, that's what will happen regardless, especially as she feels herself buck, the same way that she had when they'd worked together to finger her to orgasm before. The feeling is different, though not by much, and her face is likely burning hot against the back of his neck. It won't be immediately obvious what is happening, at least until a spurt makes it out from between his thighs.
CW: gender dysphoria adjacent thoughts
Date: 2024-09-11 05:11 am (UTC)He peaks first with a long, low moan, body jerking as he holds tightly onto her hand. César comes over Magne's other hand and the comforter, Magne continuing to move thorough César's orgasm and beyond it. Boneless he becomes, except for his grip on her hand, quietly urging her on. His other hand flops back down onto the bed, and he lets his mind drift, becoming only Magne's movements between his thighs, the sensitivity of his tip.
The ideas of discomfort or questioning anything are far from his floating thoughts in the moment Magne climaxes and after. Which he only realizes when he feels a different, familiar liquid between his thighs that isn't his own. César squeezes Magne's hand again, making a low hum of pleasure, and clearly not intending to immediately move.
So this is what sex is supposed to be like....
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Date: 2024-09-11 05:29 am (UTC)It's because she's sitting up on the edge of the bed on the opposite side from him, pulling open a side drawer and fishing a moment, then standing and moving away to find where her clothes had gone, picking her chemise off the ground and pulling it back on while she kneels to clean herself up. Her breathing is labored in a different way from the sounds that she'd made in his ear just moments earlier.
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Date: 2024-09-11 06:23 am (UTC)She's... upset. Panicked. Covering herself and cleaning herself off as quickly as possible.
The feeling of floating comes crashing back down to reality. César almost gets out of bed to kneel beside her, then realizes he'd put his crotch right in her face if he stood. Quietly, quickly, César pulls down his undergarments to wipe some of what's upsetting her away, then starts pulling them off.
Instinct kicks in, and his voice is soft and gentle, calm even as his heart start to race and ache simultaneously. "Amorcita, it'll be okay." Because it isn't for her, not in this moment.
Cw: severe gender dysphoria
Date: 2024-09-11 06:55 am (UTC)CW: Continued for a while
Date: 2024-09-11 07:52 am (UTC)César joins her on the floor and listens to her until she cuts herself off, putting together enough puzzle pieces for enough of an understanding.
"Shhh, shh." He drapes gentle arms over her shoulders, easy for her to escape from, and lovingly kisses the back of her hair. "[I'm here for you. I'll help get your clothes sorted.]"
Some of her clothes are inside out, and they're scattered. It won't save much time for them to split grabbing them all. She likely won't let him help her put most of them on. But Magne won't be dealing with it alone, and that's what matters the most.
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Date: 2024-09-11 04:09 pm (UTC)"God, fuck, I'm sorry. I've ruined our first time." There, she's stated it outright herself.
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Date: 2024-09-11 05:47 pm (UTC)"You cut things short so you could address your needs." César's voice stays the same gentle tone. "Being upset because something's upsetting isn't 'ruining' anything. To be honest, we blew past my wildest expectations for our first time."
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Date: 2024-09-11 10:49 pm (UTC)Her smile is weak, but it is at least there when he tries to reassure her that at least on his end, it was still good. Her hands wrap around his middle to rest in the small of his back.
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Date: 2024-09-12 12:31 am (UTC)Then his gaze returns to hers, and he kisses her gently on the lips. "My cows will be given potions to produce milk throughout the year. And I know the opposite, stopping production of something, is possible. Aeryn wouldn't mind being asked a few more questions for me to add to my notes."
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Date: 2024-09-13 05:51 pm (UTC)"Before I realized that it just wouldn't be possible for me, I looked into the effects of different kinds of hormone treatments. The right combination of testosterone blockers and estrogen is supposed to reduce...production. If that can be done..." She knows she'll be much happier in that instance.
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Date: 2024-09-13 10:56 pm (UTC)"Exactly. Estrogen monotherapy does similar." César's voice is quiet. "Potions can work more specifically and at specified rates. Or can just be used to preserve your strength. I've written notes for myself because it's fascinating, but I could write you something up to consider privately if you ever decide you want to look into it more."
César doesn't push, doesn't say it's something she needs to do. He just hands over those cards to her to be considered. Even though he suspects one of them could change Magne's entire strategy.
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Date: 2024-09-15 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-16 12:58 am (UTC)Because he really needs it.
"I get animated and excited when I explain things verbally and sometimes go on extraneous tangents—things disrespectful and distracting to a private medical decision. Deliberate and intentional notes fix this and literally put all my relevant knowledge in your hands to use as you will. And I didn't want you to have to wait for all that, so... I started early."
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Date: 2024-09-22 02:46 am (UTC)"You do tend to tangent easily. Best to have the information down in text where it can't run off like a car without brakes. Anything that I don't understand, I'll ask for clarification so it's easier for all involved, alright?"
This one could be wrapping up soon, too? To bed cuddling w/ a promise for new blossom stick after?
Date: 2024-09-22 04:22 am (UTC)"Exactly! Easier to annotate and reread, too." He nods. "I'll leave room in the margins and add pages at the end for your own notes. I was thinking of making a pretty little notebook... but I'd work too long at figuring that out. Best to just give them to you in a clean format."
Cuddling and aftercare for them both!
Date: 2024-09-24 03:40 pm (UTC)"Wonderful, thank you love," she murmurs with her nose against the side of his head. She has calmed substantially, and pushes herself to her feet with a hand out to help César up in kind, pulling him along and wrapping her arms around him when they're upright once more. "I'll remind you in the morning. For now, I think I need to rest. Come with me?"
ALL the cuddles and aftercare
Date: 2024-09-24 04:51 pm (UTC)Magne's breath back to normal; César's relieved. He takes her hand and stands, lazily throwing his arms over her shoulders in a lazy hug. "Of course. We can make dinner later, and then you both can take turns using my bathroom." Which is potentially why Dabi moves in soon after. "And I'll make you an extra pretty Magnolia branch in the morning. I might just have to make you one every day now...."
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Date: 2024-09-24 05:31 pm (UTC)And wrap, almost
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