This is wrong. It's probably really wrong. Bertie's like a kid to him, but he's... not, is he? Certainly not like Karkat or Gamzee or even the trolls who remind him of his own family. They're all completely fucked up. One big, fucked up family scattered to the four winds of the universe. What's messing things up a little more with a pseudoson who'd come asking about 'Well, you know? The, er... thingummy with the whatsit.'
Nemo had raised his brow in amusement as the young man went completely red in the face. He's not that young, though, is he? 27. He's almost god damn middle-aged. Hell, the way Bertie drinks, there are probably more years behind than ahead for his liver. So, Nemo says sure and leads him back into the bedroom.
Meulin's out hunting, so they have the place to themselves. He tells Bertie to unzip and gets a blank look from the other man. "You want to learn something? Practical will make it all make more sense. We're going to start with the basics."
It takes a little more coaxing, but eventually, Bertie's shucked his jacket, waistcoat, braces, and trousers. Jesus, did the kid wear enough clothes? He's even got garters for his socks. It's cute. Nemo unbuttons his own jeans and they're matching, just a shirt, underpants, and socks. Well, Bertie's shirt is a button down, and he's tugging at the hem to try to keep it down as far as possible.
"Pull off your boxers now and we can start," Nemo tells him.
Bertie's gaze jerks up, and he gapes. "I-I... is that entirely necessary?"
Sighing, the smaller man steps forward, works his thumbs into the waistband of Bertie's underpants and pushes them down, kneeling in front of the younger man to examine him. Everything looks like it's in working order, and Bertie's half-hard already. Probably nervous excitement. Nemo glances up at him and smiles.
"Not bad, kiddo." He rises and pulls off his own underwear before motioning to the bed. "Let's sit."
Bertie does so and immediately tries to cross his legs to hide himself. "Hey, no need for that, c'mon." Nemo pats Bertie's leg, then strokes the back of his nails up Bertie's inner thigh. He shudders, and starts to spread his legs a little on instinct. That's it, then.
"Those feelings you've got right now," Nemo says as he continues to ghost his nails over Bertie's sensitive skin, "that's arousal. It's getting you ready for sex. We call it foreplay. You're almost always going to want to have foreplay to make sure everybody's in the mood. Here, try me."
Nemo leaves off to grab Bertie's hand and place it on his leg. "Nice and easy."
Bertie gulps, then begins imitating Nemo's movements from before. "L-like this?"
"Mmm... that's nice."
"Nemo, I, er... I don't mean to contradict, but is this entirely, well, I mean, like this? It's a bit thick, isn't it?"
Nemo reaches around Bertie's arm and gently wraps his hand around the younger man's semi-erection before pumping a few times. Bertie gasps and reflexively latches onto Nemo's arm. "And thickening. We can stop, though."
"Don't stop!" The kid sounds just a little desperate, and they've barely begun. Nemo wonders if this isn't one of the few times he's ever done this... or maybe it's even the first?
Bertie mirrors the movement with renewed vigor. Nemo can see his pupils have blown wide, and his breathing is light and rapid. The younger man's thin, soft hands wrapped around his cock are fucking outstanding, it must be said, even if the technique being used is inexpert.
They move a little closer to each other by degrees, Bertie beginning to moan after the first half minute. "You're doing great," Nemo praises when he's starting to get close. "Keep going."
"N-not half bad yourself, old fruit! Mmm! I'm, ah, I'm-!" Bertie comes in Nemo's hand, jerking a bit and pulling his hand off Nemo's cock as he falls back on the bed, legs spread wide. Nemo works him through the orgasm, moving his freehand to take care of himself the rest of the way. The older man has had years to perfect his technique and is coming just a few seconds later.
He let's himself lie back, as well, keeping his hands on his shirt as they're both covered in cum and a shirt's easier to wash than the linens. "Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?"
"Like I've just run a marathon and won the gold, silver, and bronze all in one swoop."
"Heh." Nemo has to hand it to Bertie, he has a way with metaphors. "Yeah, try that shit with Ienzo. It's going be even better."
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Nemo had raised his brow in amusement as the young man went completely red in the face. He's not that young, though, is he? 27. He's almost god damn middle-aged. Hell, the way Bertie drinks, there are probably more years behind than ahead for his liver. So, Nemo says sure and leads him back into the bedroom.
Meulin's out hunting, so they have the place to themselves. He tells Bertie to unzip and gets a blank look from the other man. "You want to learn something? Practical will make it all make more sense. We're going to start with the basics."
It takes a little more coaxing, but eventually, Bertie's shucked his jacket, waistcoat, braces, and trousers. Jesus, did the kid wear enough clothes? He's even got garters for his socks. It's cute. Nemo unbuttons his own jeans and they're matching, just a shirt, underpants, and socks. Well, Bertie's shirt is a button down, and he's tugging at the hem to try to keep it down as far as possible.
"Pull off your boxers now and we can start," Nemo tells him.
Bertie's gaze jerks up, and he gapes. "I-I... is that entirely necessary?"
Sighing, the smaller man steps forward, works his thumbs into the waistband of Bertie's underpants and pushes them down, kneeling in front of the younger man to examine him. Everything looks like it's in working order, and Bertie's half-hard already. Probably nervous excitement. Nemo glances up at him and smiles.
"Not bad, kiddo." He rises and pulls off his own underwear before motioning to the bed. "Let's sit."
Bertie does so and immediately tries to cross his legs to hide himself. "Hey, no need for that, c'mon." Nemo pats Bertie's leg, then strokes the back of his nails up Bertie's inner thigh. He shudders, and starts to spread his legs a little on instinct. That's it, then.
"Those feelings you've got right now," Nemo says as he continues to ghost his nails over Bertie's sensitive skin, "that's arousal. It's getting you ready for sex. We call it foreplay. You're almost always going to want to have foreplay to make sure everybody's in the mood. Here, try me."
Nemo leaves off to grab Bertie's hand and place it on his leg. "Nice and easy."
Bertie gulps, then begins imitating Nemo's movements from before. "L-like this?"
"Mmm... that's nice."
"Nemo, I, er... I don't mean to contradict, but is this entirely, well, I mean, like this? It's a bit thick, isn't it?"
Nemo reaches around Bertie's arm and gently wraps his hand around the younger man's semi-erection before pumping a few times. Bertie gasps and reflexively latches onto Nemo's arm. "And thickening. We can stop, though."
"Don't stop!" The kid sounds just a little desperate, and they've barely begun. Nemo wonders if this isn't one of the few times he's ever done this... or maybe it's even the first?
Bertie mirrors the movement with renewed vigor. Nemo can see his pupils have blown wide, and his breathing is light and rapid. The younger man's thin, soft hands wrapped around his cock are fucking outstanding, it must be said, even if the technique being used is inexpert.
They move a little closer to each other by degrees, Bertie beginning to moan after the first half minute. "You're doing great," Nemo praises when he's starting to get close. "Keep going."
"N-not half bad yourself, old fruit! Mmm! I'm, ah, I'm-!" Bertie comes in Nemo's hand, jerking a bit and pulling his hand off Nemo's cock as he falls back on the bed, legs spread wide. Nemo works him through the orgasm, moving his freehand to take care of himself the rest of the way. The older man has had years to perfect his technique and is coming just a few seconds later.
He let's himself lie back, as well, keeping his hands on his shirt as they're both covered in cum and a shirt's easier to wash than the linens. "Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?"
"Like I've just run a marathon and won the gold, silver, and bronze all in one swoop."
"Heh." Nemo has to hand it to Bertie, he has a way with metaphors. "Yeah, try that shit with Ienzo. It's going be even better."