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After the two of you became an item, he didn't change much. Though really, the only major changes in him are that he's less paranoid around you. He wasn't fond of you touching him often, so you had to break through that shell of his so the two of you could actually have a functioning relationship. Of course, you respected his boundaries. But when it came to more intimate matters, you were willing to bat at that very gingerly.
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Getting Dan to take off his clothes was a more difficult approach than you had anticipated. Yes, he slept in just his boxers from time to time and lifted his shirt to show you a bruise or scar, but other than that you hadn't seen much of his body, apart from his lovely torso you wanted to touch to badly without him jerking away from you.
"Dan, if you don't want to, we don't have to do-"
"Shut up," he interrupts you harshly, his body turned away from you, "stop talking, you ninny."
From the way he sounded, you could practically feel the waves of confusing, overwhelming emotions he felt toward you, and you were deftly aware that he had trouble communicating how he felt.
The two of you are silent for the next few minutes, you're the first to finally speak up.
"Have you... ever done this with anybody?"
He nodded minutely, and spoke in a hushed, hoarse tone: "Once, when I was younger." There was a tinge of embarrassment in his voice, considering the fact that he was pretty inexperienced in the art of love. It didn't surprise you in the least, he was a pretty wrath-driven person. Briefly, you wondered if he even had a sex drive at all. The thought brought a small tingle to your cheeks.
"You know, it's okay, Dan. We can stop at any time you want to." You crawl toward him, pressing your body flush against his back, he tenses up far faster than any being could.
"I don't want to stop." He chokes out, his arms coiled tightly around himself.
You let out a sigh and pull back, sitting on your knees. "Seriously, Dan," you reply, you could practically see him trembling. "I'm gonna need you to relax for this to actually be any fun." You rub his back in small circles, and he visibly stops shaking.
"Well excuse me for not having that much experience..." he grumbles, then the words sputter and die in his throat with each comforting pat.
After another minute of silence, he rubs the back of his neck, turning to look at you. "So, you really want to do this?"
"Don't you as well?"
"Well, yeah-"
"Then let's do it."
He nods, suddenly feeling a bit bolder. He stands up, then pulls his shirt over his head, struggling a little, before it's finally off and tossed carelessly into the corner. The sight is just enough to have a shiver run down your spine, and after a moment of just looking, he grows uncomfortable.
"Well, aren't you going to take off your shirt too?"
Oh, right. "Yeah, sorry, hold on." You say, taking your shirt off as well, then you sat back, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, shimmying them off with ease. You look back up at him, and it looks like he's about to hit the roof.
"I can't believe you're okay with this."
"I can't believe you'd expect me not to be." You say in a teasing tone, crawling toward him. His thighs press together, and his trembling hands grab onto his belt buckle.
"Dan, allow me," You take his hands away, then you begin to undo his belt, then his pants. You slide them off in one swift motion, and he's left standing there in his boxers. He looks down, dimly surprised at that.
"Oh," he says quietly. "Oh." You can see a tent forming in his boxers, which were adorned with little cats on them, you wanted to kiss each and every one of them. He moves his hands down to cover his ever-growing shame, to which you catch his wrists, gently pulling them away.
"Dan, please. There's no need to be self-con-"
He's on you in an instant, making you fall backward on the bed, he sucks at your neck and groping at every inch of exposed flesh. His rough, calloused hands travel upward, stopping once he gets near the edge of your bra, he pulls away from you, his eyes flickered downwards at his hand, which was trembling, then back to you, you could tell there was a twinge of uncertainty and telltale experience. He was unsure of what to do, or what would be pleasurable for you.
You gave a reassuring smile, grabbing his wrist and setting his hand on top the curve of your bust. He gave a small squeeze, which sent shivers right through you. His other hand gropes your other breast, but it puts his weight on your chest, making you groan at the sudden pressure. He quickly mumbles an apology, scrambling to sit up on your pelvis, before concentrating on your chest once more. He experimented a little, you could tell he was trying to get a certain technique to use or something of the sort. When he started to pull your bra down, it pulled you from your thoughts.
"Can we... take this off now?" He asked, sounding a bit unsure.
You smile and nod. "Yeah, yeah sure." You say as you sit up, reaching your arms back behind you, right before he stops you.
"Wait, I want to try it." You let out a breathy chuckle, before nodding as you let your arms fall to your sides. He reaches behind you, fumbling with the hooks of your bra, muttering curses, before you interrupt him.
"You know, Dan, you can look." You say with a laugh. He scoots upward on your lap and he puts his head on your shoulder, leaning forward as he tries again, this time it comes undone.
"YES! I did it!" He cheers, throwing his fist in the air. You can't help but let out a hushed laugh at his triumph in getting your bra unhooked.
His eyes dart down at the unfastened bra that laid limply over your bust. With a gulp, he looked up at you. You give him a warm, reassuring smile, before shrugging the straps off your shoulders, exposing your bare chest to him. He squeezes his eyes shut, to which you put a hand on his cheek, causing him to flinch underneath your touch.
"Dan, hey, you can open your eyes now. Any part of me isn't going to bite, hard at least," You say with a bit of a chuckle.
After gentle coaxing, you finally get him to look at you. He gasps at the sight, covering his mouth, before looking away. When you go to ask for his opinion, he smothers you with a kiss, mumbling his opinion on your lips.
"They're so be–autiful," he pulls away, looking down at them once more, almost getting teary-eyed. "Honestly, you're the only person in the world I would ever consider doing this with."
Now it's your turn to get teary-eyed. You wrap your fingers around his, giving his hand a nice squeeze, before peppering kisses all over his face, his stubble tickling your lips with each peck. He looks absolutely bewildered at this. His eyes wide, and pupils dilated, a small groan escapes from him as you trail your gentle pecks down his jaw, over to his neck.
"Mmh, god..." he murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut, turning into putty in your hands. You smile down at him, before realizing the distant ache between your legs. Yeah, you enjoyed pampering him and ravishing him with your love, but he also seemed to forget about your needs as well. Pulling away from him, his eyes shot open. "What, why did you stop?" He asks, slightly confused.
"Well, uh, sorry to burst your bubble here, Dan, but you're kinda forgetting that I got my own problems to deal with." You shift backward, pointing at your crotch for emphasis. He stares down at it for a moment, then back up at you, now looking very confused.
"How- how am I supposed to go about doing this?" He tilts his head, looking like a little kid. You stifle a small giggle, before leaning back on your bed. He follows suit, leaning over you, resting his elbows on your pillows.
"Here, give me your hand." You take his hand in yours, guiding it down to the front of your underwear. He takes the hint, and applies a bit more pressure down there, looking intently at your pelvis.
You let him fiddle around before he gets a tad too impatient and starts tugging on the waistband.
"Can you take these off? I think I'm ready to see you fully... you know." He says with a shrug, blushing more. You nod and oblige, slipping off your panties with ease. He swallows thickly, before ghosting his hand over your lips, before sliding a single finger right up the middle of your slit, making you let out a soft moan.
Taking this as reassurance, he does it once more, inadvertently flicking your clit in the process, making you flinch at the contact.
"Oh- god- I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, right?" He asks, looking up at you concerned.
"No, no. You just caught me off guard is all. D-do it again." You tell him, and he does, focusing more so on that little bundle of nerves. Each time the pad of his finger flicks against your clit, your thighs quiver, making you bite your lip as you curl your fists into your sheets. "Damn it, Dan. You're making me so wet."
"Yeah, I can tell." He replies, taking his hand away to inspect his fingers, which were now soaked in your juices. Glancing down at his boxers, you can tell he's gotten excited from all this. You decide to give him a hint, tracing the outline of his erection with your finger, which makes him almost keen into your touch.
"Dan, do you want to take these off?" He nods violently in response, making you stifle a chuckle at that.
Hesitantly, he tugs his boxers down, just enough so his erection pops out. You swallow thickly, glancing down at his length. Flushing at the sight of his arousal, you looked upward at him, giving him what you hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Sorry, I just- I like seeing you," You stammer, and you swear you could see his eyes sparkle with that. "Do you... want to come closer?" He sputters in response, kicking off his boxers, before settling himself between your legs, making sure his hips aren't touching you.
"Dan. It's okay. You're okay." You smile warmly at him, running your fingers through his hair, which felt oddly soft. He showered today. The thought alone makes your heart flip at how badly he wanted to impress you. "You can come closer. Just relax, okay?"
"And just how am I supposed to do that?" He grumbles, almost as if he were growling. With a sigh, you pull him closer toward you, his stiff flesh skidding onto your slit, making the two of you gasp in surprise.
"Shh, shh. It's fine." Your voice wavers slightly, fighting off a deep shiver that threatened to fall over you. "Just- just be slow and gentle." You stammer, trying your best to give him encouragement. He quietly cursed to himself, his hands trembling as he felt you up. The rough pads of his fingers tracing over your chest, unsure of what exactly to do, or what made you feel good. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he flicks your hardened nipple, making you arch your back in anticipation
"Are you ready?" He asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft. His eyes are filled with worry, his face twisted in concern.
You nod with a smile, giggling softly. "Yeah, of course. Are you?" Dan gulps, despite his anxiety, he chews his lip and nods.
He looks down at the space between you two, gently guiding and prodding himself into you with some assistance. Carefully, he pushes into you, taking his time before he bottoms out. You have to admit, he has a fairly sizable dick, the feeling of being stretched is rather pleasant.
Dan sucked in a gasp, his arms shaking, threatening to drop himself onto your chest as he slowly pulls his hips back, dragging himself against your walls-- you swear, you could feel him throb inside you as he rocks himself forward again. Your hands reach up to tangle in his hair, whispering words of encouragement and comfort.
With that, he falls on top of you, shoving himself deeper inside you, making the two of you cry out as you clamp yourself around him in surprise, earning a groan in response. With your bodies firmly pressed together, he desperately grabs at your flesh, before gripping your thighs firmly. His hips snap back once more, before rolling them forward once more. Slowly, he grinds his pelvis against you, lifting his head to stare at your face, panting as he slowly grew more and more desperate.
He whispers your name, over and over again, clinging to you as he rutted against you, his pelvis rubbing up against your clit in just the right way, causing you to cry out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your core begins to tighten at the feeling.
Suddenly, he stiffens up, grunting softly as he buried himself deep inside you.