A/N: I write Finland as a transman. Welcome! This fanfiction was inspired by an intolerant person, because I wanted to channel my anger at him into doing something productive that he would abhor. Yay people of gender minorities! I hope you enjoy it!
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Tino was mortified, but he couldn't in the instant find words to describe the feeling. An overwhelming mass of trepidation and shame had replaced his ability to process thoughts. He beheld, agape and dumbstruck, a figure whose physiognomy appeared just as shocked as his own.
The situation was an uncomfortable one. He wasn't positive where his relationship with Berwald lay. Certainly they'd been involved in some affectionate moments together, but nothing so far had been especially intimate, and questions of intimacy had yet to be discussed. He couldn't figure what was going through his companion's brain. Perhaps Berwald didn't know what to do, either.
"Uhh... hi," he said, too muddled to do anything but revert to the basic greeting. There was nothing witty to say, no excuses, he'd been caught and it couldn't be helped. Tino's immediate concern were the fingers, their surfaces humid and smeared, still situated boldly between his legs. Removing those wet digits from his sensitive surfaces, without revealing the mess with which those appendages were adorned, was impossible as far as he could conceive; and so there his hand lingered, cornered in the embarrassing location.
"Hi," replied Berwald, his typically mellow voice trembling slightly. Still he wouldn't look away. Tino gulped, excitement yet rampant in his body, the culmination of which he'd been denied by his housemate's interruption. Out of embarrassment a corner of his mouth began to curl upward. As the two men looked at each other's bewildered expressions, smiles grew on their faces, and soon they were laughing at their predicament.
"Congratulations," chuckled Tino, "you've figured out what I do when you leave the house."
"I fig'red as much. It's not an uncommon response to being left alone," Berwald said, slyly implying he did the same. He stepped forward in a cautious manner, feeling his teeth with his tongue. The scent of his housemate's bodily fluids hovered mildly within the space, tickling his senses, arising within him curiousities with which he'd tangled for weeks.
Tino's eyebrows raised at the advancement of his companion.
"What is it?"
Tino became acutely aware, all of a sudden, of his partner's physique: The flushed complexion, the quivering hands, and most of all, the change that had occurred in Berwald's breathing; it had become nervous, and from tense nostrils emanated audibly. The sudden urge to grab the boundaries of his housemate's stomach swept over Tino as his partner's abdomen, rising and falling with respiration, came nearer to him; and with this desire consuming him, he welcomed Berwald's easing to his side.
Berwald crouched near him, a gentle touch alighting upon Tino's left hand. The young man received it, fondling the volunteer palm.
"You smell good."
Tino was aware what it was of which he smelled. He noted as Berwald inhaled deeply, and took pleasure in knowing his companion enjoyed the scent. Berwald took a seat aside him, and Tino turned to kiss him softly.
"Your other hand," Berwald sighed quietly against his partner's cheek. "Can I see it?"
Reluctantly the young man assented. Carefully he extricated the slick fingers from the underclothes beneath which he'd kept them concealed. His cheeks, ornamented in a fresh rose color, bled into a deeper hue of crimson when he witnessed that the sticky solution had formed slender, translucent strands that arced between his revealed extremities. Berwald took the young man's wrist between his hands, wordlessly studying the forms of his companion's fingers. He brought them beneath his nostrils, luxuriating in the scent. Then, bowing his head, Berwald tasted the intimate substance that coated Tino's fingers, drawing his tongue slowly through the crevice between two of the slightly parted appendages.
Tino's body jerked. His legs came together, and he squirmed, feeling the pressure his thighs put on his genitals.
"D'ya like that?" smirked Berwald.
The young man nodded, and pushed his fingers to his partner's lips. Tino couldn't help but gurgle in pleasure as Berwald took his index and middle finger together into his mouth. The man sucked attentively upon the two digits before moving to the other extensions of his partner's hand. Tino's left palm crept atop Berwald's leg; it contracted there as his beloved doted on him, and crawled with each appreciative motion towards his companion's inner thighs. His fingertips finally alighted on the rigid shape there held beneath layers of fabric.
Berwald stopped suddenly.
"Not yet," he said, gently releasing Tino's hold from his lap.
"No?"
His voice was a murmur. "You'll be more'v a challenge for me, than I for you."
Tino cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
"I don't even... know what your body's like, or what yeh want. Help me figure it out while I'm still like this, 'cause I'll try harder," Berwald said, motioning to his crotch. "And, well," he admitted shyly, words cracking, "I really want to see you..."
Tino's gaze lingered on his partner as he considered the situation. He'd been reluctant to discuss his body with Berwald. But perhaps, he realized, the conversation couldn't have occurred any way other than this.
"Okay," he stated, blushing furiously, and stood and shimmied out of his pants and undergarments. "Come sit in front of me."