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910050 No. 910050 ID: 270774

This quest is R18.
chapter one: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/897413.html
disthread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/124805.html
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No. 918565 ID: f905c7

No. 918568 ID: b54723

Safe Sex is important! Put the condoms on and get to word on Pascal! You're doing super good Ricardo!!! Keep it up!!!

Maybe talk about your feelings and what made you feel good in the future afterwards maybe if you can manage it.
No. 918571 ID: d2b127

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE FUCK HIS ASS YOU HAVE CONDOMS (fractal i love how giggly pascal is in 154812333928)
No. 918572 ID: f0088f

FANCY A HANDY perhaps both of you, in your, ricardo, thats you, your big hands perhaps. WOULDN'T SAY NO TO THE CONDOM IDEA but wouldn't have been able to turn that into a FANCY A joke.
No. 918577 ID: c211e4

No. 918578 ID: 4a7cf6

hey ricardo. hey ricardo. ask pascal how long it's been since he's done anything like this. yknow bc his reaction is so wild.

also ask pascal if he would rather grind it out or be fucked but like uhhhhh like pascal said, he's rusty so i worry he can't take...all of you...immediately.... but i will say he seems like he would rly like to be fucked rn
No. 918579 ID: 14e641

Hey, take your time. Go with what you would feel most comfortable with.
No. 918592 ID: b463f2

oh, I definitely want to see and hear Pascal riding Ricardo's cock. I'd say, ask for specific directly about speed again, 'cause that clearly worked well, and then I think once they've got a rhythym going, they're all set to have a really, really good time, together.
No. 918612 ID: 4e822a

YES he should ride you. save a bat ride a vampire
No. 918659 ID: edf5c2

get in there. get in the ass. put your penis in there
No. 918662 ID: 99a99a

pascal riding your dick is extremely good but if that’s too much too soon then stroking your cocks together is also very very good
No. 918695 ID: c1be4a

If Ricardo has mastered the ability to make his fingers not sharp, then ask if Pascal would like that!
No. 918862 ID: 97d823

shouldn't they be running?? aren't there evil vampires chasing them?? I love a good fuck as much as anyone but I feel like they should at least get somewhere more safe before any penetration happens
No. 919327 ID: 270774
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Ricardo feels like he’s vibrating in anticipation, and all he can do is hope that it really is only a feeling — that it’s not translating to something physical, a tremble that Pascal could feel through the hands on his waist. “I thought we were supposed to be running for our lives,” he says, wryly, “and that actually fucking would take too long.”

Pascal scoffs. “It would if it were you. I can be nice and quick.”

“Really. Because you were just saying you were ‘rusty.’” Ricardo finds his hands moving in a slow, rhythmic back-and-forth, helping Pascal’s hips drag and rock against him as they talk. It feels natural. It feels easy. “Speaking of, you wanna tell me how rusty? Given that you told me you forgot what cum tastes like, and also that I just turned you into a puddle without even touching your cock —”

“Hush!” Pascal frowns at him, though it doesn’t have any real bite when he’s grinding on him at the same time. “It — that’s my favorite thing,” he says, a little heatedly, “the — for someone to use their mouth. So! So. And anyway, it hasn’t been that long! Not really. Just — just for only, euhh, a few decades —”

“A few,” Ricardo wheezes.

“A handful —”

“You were making fun of me for one! You were acting like one decade was insane —”

“Just, euhhh, maybe seven,” Pascal finishes hastily, “seven or eight decades, eeeuuhh, seven and a half-ish, maybe, is how long, which is not so much, so —”

“Are you being serious?”

“It’s fine!” Pascal swats him on the shoulder again, in that impatient little way of his. “I’ll be fine. I want to.” He falters a little, then leans forward, until his chest is resting against Ricardo’s. “I really want to. I… thank you, too. Because I really like this.”
No. 919328 ID: 270774
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Ricardo quiets down, listening. Pascal tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “Before this,” he continues, “actually, I… for that whole seventy years, more than that, I have not really even been touched at all. Not even in a friendly way. Anyone who cares about their standing with the Cradle won’t speak to me… anyone who doesn’t, like Minoru, will only speak to me because they are interested in the — the scandal of me, and I am so tired of that being the only thing anyone will ever talk about to me. So I avoid them.” He wets his lips. “Even Kel, who is kind to me — you know she is the type where… to be affectionate, maybe she will hit your shoulder a little, and that’s all, and it’s not the same. Touching food, when I cannot even stand the heat or texture of them, that is not the same, either.”

Ricardo is trying to comprehend nearly a century without touch, and he can’t. It’s not that his life before was full of affection — far from it — but there was his mother, at least. There were casual hands on arms, arms rested on shoulders, brushing past people, little reminders that he was alive and around others, even if he wasn’t particularly fond of it. Pascal inclines his head a little, and then he laughs. “Did you know… last night, when you came in, so angry and sudden — when you took me by my throat, I was almost a little relieved. I know that’s not charming of me. I thought, there, now at least I am near someone.” He pauses, then lifts his eyes to Ricardo again, intently. “Don’t take that as me saying I am so desperate I would do anything. I am still only doing this because I want to, and because I like it.”

“Yeah,” says Ricardo, quietly. He’s more glad for the clarification than he wants to admit. “Yeah, I know.”

“I just mean…” Pascal’s eyes have drifted back down. “When you go for so long being so alone like this, without anyone to even touch you, not even in the smallest ways… I think it chips away at your heart. It makes your chest hurt. And in that moment, even when you meant me harm, even when it was because of how I had done you harm, it made the ache stop a little.” He seems to catch himself, and he laughs again, very softly. “Oh, I am being so miserable. What a horrible thing to say! All I mean is that now, when you mean the opposite — oh, how do I say this. When we are actually touching each other on purpose, to make each other feel good, it’s so much better than that.”

He sniffles a little, alarmingly, and Ricardo is a fraction away from instinctive panic before Pascal speaks again and distracts him from it. “So I want to very badly.” His fingers flutter up to touch at the corners of his eyes, briefly, and this time his laugh has more substance to it. “If I have not ruined the mood entirely, by rambling and rambling! Or if it does not make you uncomfortable, for me to admit I have been sad without it. You won’t make that feeling worse, to say no, or to wait — I don’t want you to think so.”
No. 919329 ID: 270774
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Ricardo thinks about it, really thinks, because he knows he has to. He feels like he owes Pascal that much — no, he doesn’t, he realizes, he doesn’t owe Pascal anything and he knows that, and what he’s actually feeling is just a desire to meet him on common ground. He wants to give Pascal that much consideration. It’s a realization that’s as simple as it is vaguely irritating. In the end, he comes out on the other side feeling the same way as before.

“It’s not too much. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” He leans back against the seat a little, still rubbing slow circles into Pascal’s hipbones. “I’m the one who bought the condoms, before we even talked about any of this, remember? I already wanted to.”

Pascal gives him a smile through his fingers. “They could have been for Las Vegas.”

“They weren’t.” His hands move down Pascal’s hips, back over the curve of his ass. “They aren’t.” A squeeze, one that he tries to make more playful than authoritative (but he barely knows how to talk with his mouth, so hands are a long shot). “And it’s hard to ruin the mood when you’ve got your dick out in my lap.”

Pascal sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Ricardo, that was so close to being something suave.” He leans over to fish a condom out of the box as Ricardo reaches down to unzip his boots, both of them fumbling simultaneously. “You could have said ‘Pascal, it is hard to ruin the mood when you are so beautiful,’ or ‘Pascal, the mood can’t be ruined when I want you so badly,’ but no, you have to say dick, you awful man, you horrid—”

“Shut up. Take your pants off.”

“I cannot do everything at once!” Pascal shoves the wrapped condom in his face before awkwardly shuffling backwards off his lap to kick his pants off. “Put this on. We’ve left the lube in the front seat, because we’re fools.”
No. 919330 ID: 270774
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It’s hard to be ornery about that order. By the time he’s done Pascal is back (with his boots zipped back onto bare legs, which is excessively stupid and melodramatic and predictable, and also a little hot, which Ricardo will not admit). He settles in Ricardo’s lap again, fingers slicked, and when he reaches behind himself Ricardo frowns a little. This has been bothering him.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says, tentatively. “About. The claws.”

Pascal starts giggling, and the way it stumbles into a little sigh as his hips shift back does something unfamiliar and jarring to Ricardo’s stomach. “Ehehe. Don’t worry. Something so little like this, like making my fingertips flat again — even someone bad at shifting like me can do this.”

That’s a relief, but Ricardo also feels a little stab of petulance. “So why can’t I shift my teeth in and —”

“Fangs are different,” Pascal interrupts, with the exasperation of someone explaining something extremely basic. “Hush. If you aren’t going to say something sexy to me, you might as well put your shirt back in your mouth.”

His hips move again and his mouth falls open and Ricardo shuts up. He wants to watch Pascal’s face, but the stupid primordial lizard cortex of his brain keeps dragging his eyes down to watch Pascal’s cock twitch between his legs as he moves, instead. He ends up alternating, in a way that would probably look absurd if Pascal were actually paying any attention.

“Can I —” He squeezes Pascal’s ass again, his fingers sliding in close to center a bit at a time. Pascal huffs out a little laugh.

“Yes, if you like.” He withdraws his own fingers, sighing, and then Ricardo feels them against his own, unceremoniously wiping lube on him. After all his fuss about being suave, Ricardo thinks. “Don’t fuss too much,” Pascal says, snapping him back to attention. “Be quick.”

He was obviously trying to sound commanding, but it comes out a little desperate. Ricardo likes that. One of Pascal’s hands replaces his right one, holding himself open as Ricardo seeks, and then he’s slowly pressing one finger in.

“Fussy,” Pascal accuses against his shoulder. Ricardo just hushes him. He loses the capacity to say much else once he feels Pascal around him.

He goes quiet and Pascal doesn’t. The brief anxiety he had about time blurs away; Pascal opens, steady and easy and all shapeless giggles in his ear, and it isn’t until he has three fingers in that those noises reform themselves into breathless words.

“Okay, okay.” Pascal pulls himself back away from Ricardo’s chest, his arms shaking a little as he locks his elbows to hold his own weight. “Good enough.”

“What, really,” Ricardo says.

“I am older than you —” Pascal is gently easing Ricardo’s hand out, and Ricardo cooperates, though he keeps his eyebrows raised the whole time — “— and I know better.”

“Hm,” says Ricardo.
No. 919331 ID: 270774
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He looks confident, though, and Ricardo’s nerves are starting to ice over again, so he needs to hang onto that confidence for now. Pascal is prim and a little businesslike when he reaches back to guide Ricardo against him, though the charm comes back when he flicks his eyes up, lashes lowered, a private little smile on his lips.

Ricardo swallows dryly.

A second later everything is pressure and sensation and any worries Ricardo had about overthinking things is gone. He’s not overthinking shit. His hands lift to grip Pascal’s hips on instinct, to slow him down, and Pascal’s resultant laugh seems distant. Ricardo’s head drops back against the seat, and he hears himself groan aloud, and he doesn’t care.

Pascal’s trembling thighs finally meet his calves, and Ricardo feels the cool pressure of him settle on his lap, and all of him throbs.
No. 919333 ID: 270774
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“Wow,” says Pascal.
No. 919334 ID: 270774
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No. 919340 ID: 7e9c89

IS IT OKAY TO KISS HIM. is that allowed. ask him first maybe but *please*
No. 919341 ID: 9fcd43

Take it slow! It's been a while. Plus I know we're in a hurry but I'm sure we can afford to savor this a *little.*
No. 919343 ID: c375e8

No. 919345 ID: 296c5f

Yes absolutely ask about kissing (and make it clear it's okay if he doesn't want to, sex and intimacy are two different things)
And maybe nuzzle against his neck with your nose and cheek, affectionately

Then let him ride you till you come again
No. 919346 ID: 411454

No. 919350 ID: 9d4ded

OK OK OK UHHHH YES YOU SHOULD ASK TO KISS HIM. IF U WANNA BE SEXY TELL HIM HOW GOOD HE LOOKS ON YOUR COCK??? start slow & let pascal set the pace! then when he gets into it more... ask if he wants you to pull his hair and that'll be real good shit
No. 919352 ID: aedfd9

Stroke his inner thighs with your thumbs
No. 919354 ID: a3dfae

No. 919361 ID: 23dc9d

On top of asking to kiss him, since we were on the topic of being able to shift our hands, ask him if he'd like you to shift into your big ol paws when holding or rubbing him
No. 919364 ID: 2d3269

kiss!! compliment! tell him he looks hot
No. 919373 ID: 633dc6

No. 919376 ID: b463f2

yes please, ask for a kiss, and grip his hips, and roll yours, and lick his nips, and pull his hair once you've got a rhythm going....
No. 919395 ID: c1be4a

SAY THANKS THEN KISS , ASK WHAT HE WOULD LIKE???? Ask him if you can do something YOU like wich might be thrusting up, or holding him in place, or uh some licking is always good
No. 919443 ID: 411454

ask him if that's a good wow? please let that be a good wow? and then maybe ask for some instructions
No. 919585 ID: e69ae1

DEFINITELY ASK FOR A KISS.. also ask him to grab ur chest aain bc u clearly enjoyed that and its also good for dick riding leverage
No. 921054 ID: 270774
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It takes Ricardo a few seconds to remember how to talk.

“Is that—“ Pascal shifts on him a little and he gasps, and Pascal’s laughter in response is definitely a little bit at his expense. He swallows and tries again. “Is that a good wow?”

“What kind of bad wow can there be?” Pascal replies, and Ricardo feels pretty satisfied with how unsteady his voice sounds. He squeezes Pascal’s hips, slowly, letting himself look down to where their bodies meet before meeting Pascal’s eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mm.” Pascal leans into a slow sway, moving his hips experimentally against Ricardo’s lap, and smiles a little when that draws a low groan from him. “Oh, fine. There’s no harm.”

The way Ricardo surges forward in response is overeager and he can’t find it in himself to care, not right now. His mouth meets Pascal’s rough and open and then Pascal is moving, hands braced on his shoulders, and it’s too much sensation to separate out, to keep track of, everything is just a pounding rush and slick pressure and he thinks — god, he thinks Pascal is just so —

Pascal suddenly jerks back, red-mouthed and panting. “I—“ His arms are trembling, a little, elbows locking to push Ricardo back against the seat. “Maybe that—“

“Are you okay?”

“Maybe that is a little much,” Pascal finishes. “Actually. Sorry.”

“S’fine.” Maybe he’s right. Ricardo feels dizzy in a way that’s unfamiliar. He runs his thumbs over the hollows at the base of Pascal’s inner thighs, back and forth, back and forth. “You okay?” he asks again.

“Yes.” Pascal’s hands slip from his shoulders to brace against his chest, and he starts moving again, slowly. “Ehehe. Better than okay.”
No. 921055 ID: 270774
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Ricardo’s brain is absolutely fucking melting, and he at least wants to try to say something while he still can. Pascal’s hair is bouncing lightly around his face as he picks up speed and it’s just so — fucking —

“You look —“ Ricardo thinks beautiful and he knows for sure he can’t say that. His brain diverts to good and he knows that’s not good enough. He lands somewhere in the middle. “Hot.” Great. Fine. Whatever. “You look hot like this.”

His voice almost fails him before he can get the entire thought out, and Pascal’s legs are already starting to tremble. He’s smiling, though, breathlessly, and Ricardo stares.

“Do you want—“ God, talking is too hard right now. “Can I—“ Instead of finishing the sentence, Ricardo just reaches up, grabs impatiently at Pascal’s thick hair, and it seems like talking is mostly beyond Pascal’s ability by now too, because all he does is enthusiastically nod.

“Yes,” he manages to gasp out, “yes —“ and this time Ricardo isn’t hesitant when he sinks his fingers in and pulls, dragging Pascal’s head back. He can barely breathe. When he noses along the arched swell of Pascal’s chest, tentatively, Pascal doesn’t move away — kissing here, apparently, is different than kissing his lips, and Ricardo opens his mouth against his nipple and drags up to his collarbone, and at some point in all of this the ribbon in Pascal’s hair is coming loose between his fingers, and everything is so insanely good. It feels impossible that he could be coming again, but he is, and one hand slips down to grip Pascal’s hip and hold him down, helping Ricardo grind into him as he rides it out.

Pascal is making little noises in his ear, stupidly hot little noises, and he says “Wait, Ricardo, keep going, I’m not done yet,” and Ricardo can’t do anything but give it to him, even though he’s spent. He pulls Pascal down harder, with numb and shaky arms, and thrusts up into him, his eyes flicking down to where Pascal’s hand has slipped between his thighs, and then Pascal gives a trembling cry and spills against his stomach.
No. 921056 ID: 270774
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Pascal flops against Ricardo’s chest immediately, still shivering, and Ricardo feels like he’s melting into the seat. There’s a stretch of silence that could either be seconds or minutes.

“Oh, my god,” Pascal says, finally. His cheek is practically stuck to Ricardo’s throat with sweat. “That was so fun. I want to do it again.”
No. 921057 ID: 270774
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No. 921058 ID: 270774
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“Ah, but we can’t,” Pascal sighs. He peels himself away from Ricardo and wobbles back upright. “We have to be running away now! To Vegas, to Vegas.” He stretches, arching his back, and Ricardo can’t help but run his hand up the curve of his ribs as he does so. Pascal looks down at him, expression bright. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” Ricardo says, and it’s the truth. It’s frankly fucking embarrassing how much better he feels, honestly, because the idea that all he needed was a good fuck is somehow a little demeaning. He’s clearheaded, relaxed, focused — this is fucking stupid.
No. 921069 ID: 11b5c9

be a gentleman and help him Fix His Hair and get dressed
No. 921072 ID: 142ae6

Say thank you! And tell him that was different to all the sex you've had before (don't say "the best" or anything because 1. It might go to his head 2. It might make things weird, like you think only he is the dispenser of good sex)

Also did you get wet wipes? One of you should go buy wet wipes to clean up.
No. 921074 ID: c323d9

say you still have a tiny bit more time and pull him close for a hug. post sex cuddling
No. 921080 ID: be1ca5

Well. since he got naked he should change his clothes. choose a cute outfit
No. 921094 ID: 9fcd43

Definitely say thank you and tell him how awesome that was for you. Specifically thank him for the feedback and communication, that was great.
No. 921116 ID: 3bf103

cuddles if he’s amenable and then helping him get dressed and put together!! also seconding thank him, its goofy but cute
No. 921297 ID: 594c32

clean up somehow - wet wipes or tissues or something.

also, thank him as best as you can for the Good Sex!!! and def use this opportunity to choose a new outfit for pascal, it'll be fun

probably good to get going asap after that, you've sort of just fucked on the side of the road which i doubt is very subtle
No. 921300 ID: b463f2

Yes, a hug, and maybe nosing at his hair and breathing in deep, exhaling evenly, and then murmuring in his ear how good that was, and that y'all can do it again later?

And totes agree with new outfit time... maybe one of the (many :D) sheer shirts, and some shorts? and then... make some miles on this trip!
No. 921306 ID: 158da5

Check the glovebox, chances are it's full of napkins.
No. 921532 ID: a0eb68

boop his nose
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