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corrodedbisexual · 6 months
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No more unicorns for Eddie Munson
Steddie | E | ~6.5k | AO3 link
For Kinktober Day 7: Virginity
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Featuring: Loss of Virginity, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Gay/Virgin/Bottom Eddie Munson, Confident Bisexual/Sweetheart/Service Top Steve Harrington, Tender Sex, Communication, Porn with Feelings, Dorks in Love, Laughter During Sex, Boys Kissing, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, POV Steve Harrington, Minor Steve Harrington/OFC
When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas. *** Steve deflowers Eddie, and he's incredibly soft and gentle about it. Because Eddie deserves his first time to be absolutely perfect.
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When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session that got rather steamy at some point and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas. 
As if Steve hasn’t already been walking on clouds for the past month, overjoyed at the fact that he finally got to touch and kiss the boy he’d been so helplessly infatuated with that he just had to take a chance, and pray that he hadn’t been reading into things wrong. (Who ever came up with “God hates queers”? Eddie Munson kissing him back that nerve-wrecking night a month ago is proof of exactly the opposite.)
Eddie must have misinterpreted his brief stunned silence and absolutely goofy grin, because he starts to squirm away, averting his eyes, and Steve has to tighten his hold around Eddie’s waist to keep him from escaping.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Steve purrs, and Eddie’s already flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. (He always blushes when Steve calls him that. Damn, now that Steve thinks about it, that should have been an obvious clue.)
“I dunno,” Eddie mumbles, rubbing a palm across his eyes. “Anywhere. Somewhere you’re not laughing at me, preferably.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” Steve replies softly, tucking a strand of Eddie’s unruly hair behind his ear. His fingers linger on the earshell, tracing its shape, and Eddie absolutely melts into the touch. “We can take things slow, if you want. But you don’t need to worry about this. It’s not a bad thing, Eds. It’s great, in fact.”
“How the hell is me being a lame 20-year-old virgin great ?!” Eddie stares at him in disbelief.
Steve’s smile turns into yet another grin.  
“‘Cause I get to blow your mind.”
“Oh my god, of course you’d be cocky about this,” Eddie groans, rolling his eyes, but fails to conceal a giddy smile on his lips. 
Steve can’t resist pressing his mouth to it. Eddie’s so, so fucking cute when he smiles. 
One kiss turns into another, and another, and soon they’re back to where they paused when Eddie spoke up; this time, when Steve slides his hands into Eddie’s back pockets and draws him closer, makes him grind down, Eddie doesn’t pull away. He just groans and rolls down again, without Steve’s guidance, and breaks the kiss to stare down at Steve, panting, pupils fully blown.  
“Fuck, Stevie, I don’t wanna take things slow,” he blurts out, immediately ducking his head to hide behind the curtain of hair, but Steve tugs on his chin to make him look up again. When Eddie does, he cups his cheek, strokes his thumb along the cheekbone gently.
“Okay," Steve says. "If you’re sure.”
“Oh yeah.” Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle. “Totally sure.”
“Okay,” Steve says again, his thoughts slightly hazy with horny anticipation. His brain is momentarily flooded with images of getting Eddie naked, laying him out on his bed, kissing and touching every inch of his skin; he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the prospect. He pats Eddie’s thigh twice, barely concealing his impatience. “Lemme up, then. Let’s go upstairs.”
Eddie’s mouth drops open.
“Oh. Right now? ” He points with a finger.
Steve blinks and frowns, wondering if he misunderstood. 
“I mean, unless一”
“Nonono, now is good.” Eddie nods rapidly. “Totally cool. My schedule’s free today.” He snaps his mouth shut and drops his head back, groaning. “God, I’m a moron. How the fuck did I land you again?”
Steve chuckles, nuzzling at his neck. 
“By being really hot and irresistible.” He doesn’t need to look up to know Eddie’s blushing again. “But also, not a moron at all.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s chin, then finally pushes him gently to land on the couch beside him, and stands. 
Eddie looks up at him, slightly dazed; he’s fidgeting with his rings, always a dead giveaway of his nerves. Steve grins and holds out his hand, bowing slightly. 
“May I have this dance?”
It’s definitely the right move, because after a brief stunned silence, Eddie bursts out laughing, dropping his head as he takes Steve’s hand and lets himself be pulled up to his feet.
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opendirectories · 1 month
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iamthecomet · 3 months
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swiss watching aurora and aeon have stupid desperate virgin sex. that's all
another horrible shift at the nightmare factory has me thinking about sex to cope💔 i'm also thinking nice sweet thoughts about my sillays though (always on my cirrumulus shit you understand)
🧡🍊🙏🫶🔥😇i fucking lvoe emojis
Think about Swiss sitting on the bed next to them. Right there. So close they can both feel his breath on them when he looks at them. Not touching though. But he's watching.
Watching the way they touch each other--the way they kiss. The way they move together. Drinking in Aurora's gasps and Aeon's bitten back whines.
Getting off, like he always does, on just being present. Being allowed to watch. But then think about Swiss instructing them. Telling Aurora how tight to curl her fingers around Aeon's cock, how fast to stroke. When to twist her hand (right at the head, just like that, squeeze a little tighter. Oh, look how much he likes that.) Telling Aeon how to find the soft spot inside of Aurora that makes her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. (Oh yeah, that's the spot. I can hear how wet she is. Fuck, Aeon, see how fast you can make her cum.) Think about Swiss, kissing Aurora's knee when Aeon folds them up by her ears. Then pressing his lips into her hair, grazing over the shell of her ear.
He's fucking you real good isn't he. Tell him.
Think about Aeon. Hips stuttering. Rhyhtm faltering. Toes curling. Swiss turning to look at him. Close huh? You wanna cum inside? Ask her nicely. Maybe she'll let you.
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haggishlyhagging · 11 months
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Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. "Virgin" meant not married, not belonging to a man—a woman who was "one-in-herself." The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus—they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant "maiden" or "young woman," with no connotations of sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the "Virgin Mary" as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. When Joan of Arc, with her witch coven associations, was called La Pucelle—"the Maiden," "the Virgin"—the word retained some of its original pagan sense of a strong and independent woman.
-Monica Sjöö and Barbara Mor. The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering The Religion of the Earth.
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shingekinomyfeelings · 5 months
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People really need to stop equating virginity/lack of sexual experience with someone being 'naive' and 'innocent' and any other bullshit terms indicating immaturity. Getting fucked for the first time will not imbue someone with wisdom or a deeper understanding of humanity or love or the realities of the world. Sorry if you think sex is literally magic, it's not.
Also, this shouldn't be a hot take, but if someone who has never wanted to have sex has never had sex, that's actually a good thing.
Don't you fucking dare imply I'm lacking something.
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Lída Baarová in Panenství / Virginity (1937) dir. by Otakar Vávra.
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mapsontheweb · 10 months
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At what age did you lose your virginity? country by country
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polyamzeal · 5 months
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Can virgins be poly or is it a more hypersexual scene?
Virgins can absolutely be polyamorous. Polyamory is about loving multiple people and sex does not equal love. A lot of times polyamorous people do get a bad rep of being hypersexual. And because of that there is often a counter-push that tends to make it look like sex isn't involved at all, just love. The gay movement went through something very similar to look more acceptable as well. And yeah sometimes it gets a little overblown. There are a good amount of polyam people that are hypersexual and some non-monogamous people are not monogamous for purely sexual reasons. But there is also legit a lot of non-monogamous people that are asexual. No reason that virgins would be treated any differently.
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fourmula1 · 7 months
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prompt: maybe some virginity kink roleplay? maxiel roleplaying a cute little romantic first fuck 🥺
2,187 words. didn't mean to make it so long but here we are!
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Max’s first time hadn’t been great. He was eighteen and with an older guy who didn’t really care all that much about Max. At the time it’d been fine, because Max was young and full of hormones and wanted to lose his virginity and took the opportunity when it presented itself.
He’d been wanting to get it over with, really, because he was horny and ready and the guy was hot and that was all he needed.
He thought.
It actually kind of, more than kind of, hurt and wasn’t all that enjoyable being face down on the bed. It wasn’t assault, or anything. The guy was just eager, also, and Max didn’t really know how it should be or how much it should hurt and when it was all over with he felt kind of disappointed and mostly sore and also he didn’t come.
That was years ago and Max has been over it for a long time. First times suck usually anyway and he didn’t know what he was doing nor what he should ask for and when it wasn’t actually enough prep and lube he just got through it and moved on.
He became Daniel’s teammate pretty soon after that and nothing had ever been the same.
Now he’s twenty-five and he knows how to ask for what he wants and how to communicate what’s not working and his sex life has never been better. Turns out, being in love and with Daniel for years now helps a lot.
Which is how he’s found himself in their bed at home being gently kissed and touched; one of Daniel’s hands cupped against his jaw, the other sliding down his side to curl at Max’s hip.
It wasn’t like he felt traumatized or regret about how it had gone when he was eighteen. He was young and dumb and didn’t know better. But now he does and Daniel’s happy to fulfill his request. To pretend.
“That okay, baby?” Daniel asks, hushed against Max’s lips as his hand slides down from Max’s jaw to his chest, fingertips ghosting over a nipple and making Max shiver. He nods, cranes his neck up a little to capture Daniel in another kiss. Everything is okay, with Daniel.
He sighs as Daniel trails kisses down his neck and across his chest, soft lips and gentle hands kissing and touching him, making sure he’s warmed up and ready for it all. His first time had been nothing like this. It’d been hurried making out and stripping of clothes, more frantic and rushed. It’d been hot to have an older guy interested in him and Max had liked the attention and the touching and the way the guy had pushed him down onto the bed on his chest, his large hands tugging Max’s hips back to get Max on his knees. It’d been hot and Max had wanted it, had been ready to do it.
Daniel’s making sure he’s really ready, though. He’s kissing and touching Max so gently Max wants to squirm. He and Daniel have had all kinds of sex over the years, from gentle and sleepy to hard and rough. Max trusts him implicitly and they have a great thing going. He’s had wildly passionate make-up sex with Daniel after stupid fights, and he’s had hushed intimate sex tucked away in the bedroom with Daniel’s family just down the hall at the farm house. They’ve fucked on Max’s plane, and in their driver’s rooms, and in nightclub bathrooms. They’ve done it all and Max couldn’t be happier.
Now, though, Daniel is gently nudging Max’s legs open to make room for himself to settle between them on his knees. Max watches Daniel pick up the lube and pop the cap before checking in with him.
“You’re sure?” He asks, unable to stop the big, beautiful smile from spreading on his face. They both know Max is more than sure. Max is eager and willing to get fucked anywhere, any time. Once he learned how good it is with the right time and the right person, it was hard for Max to get enough.
“I am,” Max agrees, nodding a little as he watches Daniel slick his fingers up. Normally Max would hitch his knees up and spread his legs, no shame in fucking presenting himself to Daniel, but this is pretend. Max is supposed to have never done this before, to not know what’s next.
“Gonna get you ready,” Daniel tells him, one hand giving Max’s dick a gentle stroke as he presses his slick fingertips to Max’s hole, rubbing gentle circles. Max gasps, the feeling always a reminder of just how badly he wants those fingers inside. But in this game of pretend, Max isn’t supposed to know what that feels like – how good it is – and so he whimpers, hips twitching at the wet feeling of Daniel’s lube-slick fingers.
He wants to whine that Daniel is taking too long by teasing over his hole, wants to tell him to get on with it because Daniel knows what Max really wants. He’s not supposed to know that, yet, so he has to lay there and whimper at all the ‘new’ sensations.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Daniel says, his dry hand pressing against Max’s inner thigh to spread him a little wider before he eases his first finger inside Max. It goes easily, because for all the pretend they’re playing, Max is nothing if not an eager bottom who relaxes into the sensation immediately because he’s greedy for more, instantly. It’s always good when Daniel fingers him; his hand and wrist able to crook and curl and twist on all the most perfect angles, but Max would rather get on with it and feel Daniel’s big, thick cock filling him up instead. Still, he arches off the bed a little when Daniel curls up against his prostate, pressing gentle little pulses there for Max to get that delightful shock of pleasure up his spine.
“Oh fuck,” He gasps, because it’s good. That part isn’t pretend. It’s always good, every time, and his reaction is real. Every single time he’s surprised by exactly how good it feels to have Daniel do this to him.
“Did you like that?” Daniel purrs from above him, smirking down at him as he adds another finger and twists his wrist. They both know this is pretty much enough prep for Max but he’s dragging it out for the fantasy. “Never felt that before, have you?” He asks, making Max shake his head and gasp, grinding his hips down against Daniel’s fingers for more.
“It feels so good,” Max moans, rocking his hips down against Daniel’s hand, arching off the bed and whining for it.
“It’s going to feel even better when I fuck you,” Daniel tells him and Max watches the way Daniel bites his lip, looks Max over hungrily. He’ll never get over that, either; that Daniel still wants him after almost seven years as much as he did when they were first getting together, absolutely feral for each other. Daniel’s never lost that desire for Max and it makes Max feel incredible. It’d be impossible to ever stop wanting Daniel, or want him less. He’s beautiful and funny and he gets hotter as the years go by. Max has never stopped feeling lucky.
“I’m a little nervous,” Max says, reminded of how he never really expressed anything when he got fucked for the actual first time. He just went with it because the guy seemed to know much more about how things were supposed to go. He had been nervous, was the thing, but he didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to seem as young and inexperienced as he was. Here, in the safety of their bedroom, with the love Daniel has for him, Max feels free to be honest.
“I know, baby,” Daniel says as he eases his fingers out. Max sighs with the loss, but watches Daniel reach for the lube again to slick his cock up. “I’ll go slow, I promise,” he says and Max nods.
His heart is pounding, which is silly because this is nothing knew. He’s been in this exact position in this exact bed for hundreds of times with Daniel. The magic of playing pretend is getting to him, though, and he is nervous again.
Max keeps his eyes locked on Daniel’s face, watches the way Daniel’s lips part in a moan when he presses the head of his cock inside Max. It doesn’t hurt, like it did his first time. He’s not only used to it now, but eager for it, so his body welcomes Daniel inside with ease. Still, he whines a little because Daniel pressing inside of him like this does it for him every time.
“You okay?” Daniel asks, only half way pressed inside Max as he shifts his body brace himself over Max on his knees and one hand, the other guiding his cock inside. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Daniel says as he drops a kiss to Max’s lips.
“I’m okay,” Max agrees, kissing Daniel through it as Daniel pushes inside, slowly, slowly, slowly until his hips are pressed up against the backs of Max’s thighs. Max groans, dropping his head back as his hands slide up over Daniel’s sides and around his back. There is nothing quite like the feeling of being completely filled by Daniel’s big cock. It quiets Max’s thoughts, spaces him out to nothing but the pleasure of being full. “Fuck,” he sighs, wants Daniel to start fucking him for real, thinks maybe this whole little game was a mistake because he’s actually too greedy for Daniel’s cock to continue to pretend like this is all new.
“You’re so good,” Daniel says as he pecks kisses across Max’s cheekbone before bumping their noses gently together. “You feel perfect, baby,” Daniel tells him.
The first guy to fuck him said something similar, Max doesn’t remember exactly, but it wasn’t full of love like Daniel’s voice is. It was probably because Max was a tensed up virgin and too afraid to say that it hurt being split open by a guy’s dick with barely any prep.
Daniel presses down against Max, chest to chest as he rolls his hips back just a little bit and pushes in again. It’s gentle, and slow, and more rocking than pulling out and thrusting forward. Max’s hard dick is caught between their bellies and the friction is perfect. He clings to Daniel, breathes hot against Daniel’s lips as he finally opens his eyes and sees Daniel’s, big and brown and beautiful, staring back at him. This close, pressed together, it’s tender and intimate and so fucking hot Max thinks he could explore.
Normally he’d ask for more, for Daniel to give it to him harder and faster and deeper because it’s almost never enough for him. Almost. Daniel is the perfect amount of everything for Max. Of love and silliness and kindess. And dick size, if Max is honest. He’s big – the perfect thickness to really satisfy Max.
In the end Daniel doesn’t really fuck him the way Max would normally like, with long deep strokes letting him really feel every inch. Instead it’s gentle rolls of his hips, rocking inside him and letting Max’s dick rub perfectly between them to make him come with a cry, clinging intently to Daniel as he rides it out. He can feel Daniel’s dick twitch inside him when he comes, and Max can’t help but smile. That’s something he didn’t have, his first time. Something to be grateful for about that whole experience, he supposes, that they used a condom and he didn’t risk much even if the sex had been kinda painful and largely unsatisfying.
Not like this. The deep satisfaction Max gets by being filled by Daniel is really something he can’t put into words but he’s grateful for each time. Daniel inside of him, on top of him, all around him.
When Daniel pulls out it’s always a loss. Max whines as Daniel moves off of him to sprawl on his back next to Max, both of them panting a little. Sweaty. Hot. Satisfied. He remembers being eighteen and on his knees and feeling raw and sore and empty emotionally. He didn’t come, back then, and mostly he just felt sticky and cold and left to clean up by himself. He didn’t know he could come during sex until Daniel made it happen.
Max closes his eyes and smiles to himself, feeling warm and happy and safe and loved. Daniel rolls into his side and snuggles in – something Max tolerates but he’s never been much of a cuddler, especially when he’s sweaty and sticky like this. Daniel likes to bask in the afterglow, or whatever, and Max indulges him at least for a few minutes.
“Thanks,” Max finally musters the nerve to say, nuzzles into Daniel’s curls and sighs. Max sometimes wishes Daniel had been his first.
But at least he knows that Daniel will be his always, forever.
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weirdlookindog · 9 months
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Norman Lindsay - Virginity
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muhgie · 1 year
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— Warsan Shire, crude conversations with boys who fake laughter often
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iamthecomet · 4 months
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What if….whats if aether takes Virgin ghouls virginity???
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Aether/Aeon virginity kink below the cut.
Aeon's new. Wide-eyed. Not innocent in pit terms. But on earth? Aether has a hard time pacing himself. It's been so long since he's been in this position. Teacher. Mentor. Elder. He wants to savor it. Wants to savor the way Aeon looks at him as they go over guitar parts. As Aeon learns how his magic works top side. As Aether puts one big hand on the small of Aeon's back. Heavy. Warm. Persistent. Aeon makes little noises when Aether touches him. Tiny huffs of breath. A hitch. A shudder when Aether presses a little closer. Fits his arms around Aeon's body and positions his hand on the Fantoman. Pressing up just tight enough. Not so much that Aeon can feel how hard Aether's gotten in his pants. But enough to really feel him--the weight of him. Aether doesn't want to play all his cards just yet. They spend so much time together. Alone. Aether makes sure of it. Aeon has a full schedule. Days filled with learning, with chores that Aether supervises. Full band rehearsals followed by extra moments where Aether goes over the little things he stumbled on. And Aether is always close. Gentle. Guiding. Aeon isn't stupid. He knows what's happening. Knows why Aether keeps resting his hand on Aeon's thigh--looking at the size difference. Knows that Aether is trying to sink his fangs into Aeon before anyone else can.
It's late, hours after rehearsal has wrapped up. Aeon's determined to nail a particularly tough part and Aether is willing to indulge him. Every moment spent is a moment closer to having Aeon spread open for him. Aeon's fingers hurt, his spine aches. He doesn't actually give a shit about this particular guitar part anymore. He's been feeling the weight of Aether's gaze on him for a week now. Swiss has been sniffing him out too. Doing the same things. Sitting too close, nuzzling up against Aeon during movies. Hand dragging up over his thigh to rest on the front of Aeon's sweatpants. Almost enough--but nowhere close. And Aether has been helpful. He's guided Aeon through everything else. He's gentle, trustworthy. And if Aeon is going to trust this unfamiliar body to anyone--Aether is the right choice. He just isn't quite sure how bring it up. How to ask. Aether's watching him like he's hungry. Eyes heavy lidded, no longer focusing on the stumbling movements of Aeon's fingers. Aeon stands. Aether sits back on his stool, watches as Aeon puts the guitar back in its case. He cocks an eyebrow as the smaller ghoul walks toward him. Hesitation in his step, but Aether can smell the want on him. Ozone, sparked with menthol. Aether's cock twitches in his pants. Aeon sinks to his knees between Aether's legs. Presses both palms against Aether's thighs, drags up and down, thumb grazing over the chubby head of his cock where it rests against his thigh. "What are you doing, bug?" Aether asks, reaching down to drag his fingers through Aeon's hair just as Aeon's hands drag high. Palm covering Aether's cock. Hard and twitching in his jeans. Aeon's hard too, Aether can see that. He's straining against those skin tight jeans Dew's been lending him. Aether tries not to sigh in relief, tries not to look too excited despite the way his cock jumps against Aeon's palm. "Dunno," Aeon muses, eyes wide and innocent as he looks up at Aether. A ruse, Aether knows, but it doesn't matter. "Teach me?"
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gali-in-distress · 4 months
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Just so you know, in every universe I create and write for both Nigel and Alex have a virginity kink
Source? My brain and that one scene where Nigel makes a gay emphasis on Alex being "the first"
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