Assorted Clonecest Fics - First time (Dogma/Toast) | E
(Got requested to write something nsfw as a continuation of this fic, so I obliged)
(Fic under the cut)
The date went well, more than well, if you consider where Toast and Dogma are now.
Thank the Force that 79’s also has some rooms you can rent, or they would’ve been forced to do this in the barracks, which most likely wouldn’t have happened because what if someone walked in on them? Dogma shivers at the mere thought, or maybe that’s all because of Toast, who licks his neck until he arrives to his ear, lightly biting it.
He has been a bit reluctant at first, but only because, well… it would be his first time. What if he disappoints Toast? That’s the last thing he wants, especially considering that he’s the first person he feels that truly understands him.
Once he admitted to this flaw - should he even call it a flaw? - Toast has been quick to reassure him that it’s completely fine, and actually he’s honored that he’d choose him for his first time. He even assured him that they could stop and not do anything sexual if he so prefers, but to be completely honest, Dogma wants, he wants so bad, that as soon as Toast said that, he dragged him for a heated kiss, making it clear where he stands on the subject.
And here they are now, with Dogma sprawled beneath Toast, as he opens him up with his fingers.
At first it felt weird, but right now Dogma’s loving the feeling of getting stretched even though, despite the fact that he’s got three fingers inside him, it still doesn’t feel like enough.
“Toast… Toast please, I need you,” he’s able to mutter between one moan and another.
“You sure?” Toast asks, since he doesn’t want to hurt him. It would be so shameful for him if Dogma’s first experience turns out bad, but when Dogma nods, determined, he can only obey. After all he’d lie if he said that he’s not dying to take Dogma, not when he’s been moaning so deliciously.
He looks so different now that he’s got him all excited that he almost seems like another person. Cute.
He can’t help but to smirk at the way Dogma whines when he removes his fingers, already missing the sensation of having something inside him. “Don’t worry, Dogma, you’ll get something better soon,” he reassures him, kissing his lips.
After that he leans to grab the lube he’s kept on the side, coating his cock in it just like he did with his fingers before so that it’ll slide in more easily.
He can’t help a small groan as he touches himself. The lube’s cold, but it’s still not enough to make touching himself an unpleasant sensation, especially with such a pretty view under his eyes.
Dogma looks ready to eat him in an instant, and that makes Toast shiver.
“I’m here, Dogma, I’m here,” Toast replies, getting back between the other’s legs. He doesn’t even wait for him to reply as he kisses him, over and over again, bringing his cock closer and closer to Dogma’s ass…
When he begins pushing inside - carefully - a whine escapes Dogma’s lips, but thanks to Toasts’ preparations, it doesn’t hurt as much as it could’ve. Actually, after the tip is in, the rest goes along quite smoothly.
Still, once he bottoms out, Toast remains still, giving Dogma time to get used to the sensation as he keeps kissing him and kissing him and kissing him until it’s so much that they need to pull away in order to catch their breaths.
When Dogma begins rocking against him, Toast knows that he’s ready. He begins moving slowly then, rocking his body back and forth.
“’S good?” he asks Dogma, who nods.
“Yeah… Fuck, yeah…” he’s barely able to mutter, making Toast smile and pick up the pace.
“You feel so good, so good…” Toast says then, unable to resist Dogma as he grabs him by the back of the neck and crashes their lips together while the pleasure keeps building up inside both of them.
The fire within then keeps burning and burning, until they both explode: Dogma is the first one to come, overwhelmed by all these new sensations, but Toast follows him right after as he feels him clench frantically around his cock. He barely manages to pull out, coming on the mattress rather than inside Dogma, who doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would like that - frankly, Toast forgot to ask.
When Toast comes to after the orgasm - wow that was intense - he looks at Dogma; he looks like he’s in a pure state of bliss, but that’s not enough to stop him from asking “How was it?”
Dogma remains silent; he keeps staring at Toast with the look of someone who just received the fucking of his life. “… Fuck.”
“Is it the good kind of ‘fuck’, or the bad one?”
“Definitely the good one,” Dogma replies. “It was…” He smiles, “incredible.”
At those words, a smile appears on Toast’s lips as well; he closes his arms around Dogma in a hug. “I’m glad,” he mutters. Dogma soon returns the hug.
When they pull away, though, he has a question. “So, what now?”
“What do you mean?” Toast asks.
“Was this a one time thing, or…”
“I mean, not if you don’t want it to be?” Toast replies, taking Dogma’s hands between his own. “I had a really good time today, and… I wouldn’t mind keep going and see where things go…”
To see where things go? Eh, that’s something that Dogma wouldn’t mind to find out. He squeezes Toast’s hand. “Yes, I like the sound of that.”
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Guys, I think my grandma may have dementia.
Today, after her fall, she blamed it on my 3 year old. Not that she tripped over her, but that she “follows too close behind.” This is so out of character for my grandmother to blame a young grandchild. And the only reason that my daughter is trailing behind her is because my grandmother wants a specific cushion with her wherever she goes, and has tasked my daughter with carrying it for her whenever she switches seats.
On Wednesday, she wasn’t feeling well, and made a very loud phone call, during which she blamed it on spending too much time playing cards with the kids. She did it right in front of them, too. Again, this is so out of character to blame her grandchildren like that.
And then it all started coming into focus. Forgetting how to take her pills, or if she’d taken them at all. No longer getting dressed every day. Not remembering her behavior on Thursday. It being nearly a week, and she’s still having trouble finding the toilet in the master bathroom, telling me that it’s a very confusing bathroom. Her signature not just changing from what it used to be, but being different within a few hours.
And the stories her adult kids are telling me make more sense. Forgetting her daughter’s birthday. Lying to them. Calling them in a panic in the middle of the night. Asking them to come over because she needs help, and then being fine when they get there.
I spent a lot of time googling, and the checklists of symptoms match up. Alarmingly so. I’m going to call her internist on Monday, and then try to find a neurologist ASAP.
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