OOC: I love that Bastion was almost willing to fling his panties off to show his "pretties" xD
This boy knew how to work Ash over, whether it was purposeful or not. Every little pout or frown tortured him. He was almost able to reach out and hold him again just to make him smile again, but it was not quite convincing enough. It felt wrong. He was typically submissive and shy, he never took advantage of others. But he felt that if this went on much longer, he would be taking more from the guy than he was asking for. Or, maybe he was asking for something more, but Ashbrooke assumed everyone to be as innocent as he, and figured that was not the case. The very fact that he had urges at all was revolting. He had thought he was better than that. He was not some filthy beast, he thought with his brain. The fact that he was touching another male did not frighten him so much. He had never really thought of sex before, so he had not had the time to develop any sexual preference, or guilt for abandoning it. It was the whole scenario itself, regardless of who was on his lap, that was so horrific.
The stranger shifted on his lap, and Ash shifted accordingly to protect the more sensitive areas from being touched. He bit his lip, almost enough to bleed, when he was given permission to touch. No, no, no, that was not what he was looking for. He wanted the boy to yell at him, to push him away for being so forward. He wanted to be smacked back into place, not encouraged. He looked to the stranger for help, even though he knew he would not get any. His hand was once again grasped, and placed between the boy's legs. He shuddered at the touch, feeling a rather odd sensation from his own hand being so very close to things he could not see. This was the worst yet, but his hand was glued to the spot. He was fascinated now. His heart was racing and his body grew warmer. The stranger leaned in and stroked Ash's lips with his tongue. He gave an involuntary purr of pleasure, feeling completely cold and alone once the other pulled away.
He felt the delicate touch of the stranger's hand on his lap, which then grew to the more forceful kneading. He lurched forward, not expecting the tingling feeling that resulted. His own hand, which was still placed between the other boy's legs, squeezed lightly by accident. He was now breathing as if he had just finished a marathon. "What do you want? he asked, exasperated. Just by the way the other guy talked, he sounded so childlike and innocent. But whatever it was he was doing..down there (he couldn't even bring himself to think the words), was definitely not innocent. Ash wanted it all to stop, so he could go crawl in a hole somewhere and try to forget any of this had happened. That's what his mind wanted, anyway. But his body was more than ready to go, and it was hard to use common decency at this point.
His hand moved upward, clutching the top of the boy's panties in his fist. They stretched downward, but not enough to reveal anything. Ash was still leaning forward, his head hovering above the nameless one's right shoulder. He needed an answer. He needed instructions. He was too confused and panicked to make decisions on his own. He needed help. He forfeited all rights to forging his own path, and looked to the boy on his lap for guidance. Whatever he said would go. He could only hope it was the right choice.
