Aqua nodded, untying the knot in her toga. The fabric fell away, revealing her lithe and muscular body.

Ventus blushed at his first sight of a woman's naked body, and he became grateful that Aqua did not seem to judge him for his shyness.

She grasped his arm, guiding him to her. He trembled, unsure of what to do. He silently chastised himself for shaking, and he locked his limbs.

Before he and Vanitas had become adults (in the eyes of the law), the two had pondered the act of sex. Vanitas had always seemed to know more about it.

Here, Ventus was alone and unsure. He attempted to conjure the explanations Vanitas had told him years ago, but his thoughts became a swirling torrent of confusion and anxiety.

"Are you alright?" Aqua asked gently.

"I'm fine." Ventus stated. He lowered himself onto her, chafing against her awkwardly.

He locked eyes with her again, and he knew he was made of glass.

Ventus clenched his fist and kept scraping himself across her skin, waiting for something.

Aqua reached her slender hand out to him, snaking under his robes and beneath his loincloth. She touched his front, and he gasped. Her gentle yet strong hands stroked along his skin, and he couldn't help but let out his shaky voice. What was this bizarre feeling? Slowly, and as awkwardly as he, his
multiniumperked underneath the fabric and poked against his toga. His face flushed deep crimson.

"Are you going to remove your toga?" Aqua wondered.

"O-oh, of course..." Ventus mumbled, his hands quivering as he picked his toga off.

It fell away, revealing his body which had not yet grown out of adolescence. Would Aqua regret doing this with a freshly-made man, even if Ventus was an adult by law?

As it slipped off the bed, it revealed the length, which now stood erect between his legs. He had experienced this before, but not by the will of another.

Aqua parted her own legs a bit, pulling him closer. He gulped, trying not to stare between them. What was so special about that area, anyway? Ventus had always heard it in the obscene jokes of adults, but what was the allure?

Aqua didn't seem at all ashamed of her body as Ventus did, but Ventus wasn't her age.

Now some familiarity of the conversations Ventus and he had, and he remembered what he was supposed to do.

Still trembling, he cautiously inserted himself inside her. Instantly, his body flooded with the most inviting warmth he had felt. It blazed stronger than a thousand fires, and his skin tingled with the most indescribable pleasure.

As he held himself upright on spindly arms, he found his arms buckling under the overwhelming sensation.

Was this it? Had he done it? He began to drag himself out when an intense jolt of desire coursed through him; he wanted to stay inside, he needed
to stay inside. He stopped moving immediately, yet he consequently froze in place.

"Do you know what you're supposed to do next?" Aqua's voice cut though his confusion.

"N-no..." he mumbled.

"Pull yourself back, and then push yourself back in." She instructed.

"Wh-why?"

"Just trust me. When you come close to - well, I don't know how to explain it, but I suppose you'll know when it happens - pull out all the way, alright?" She gazed up at him with reassuring eyes.

Ventus gulped, and nodded frantically. Closing his eyes, he pulled his hips away, the warmth sending shivers throughout him, and pushed his hips toward her again.

He sucked in a large breath, his eyes snapping open. "Wh-what...?"

"Keep going, it's alright." She touched his cheek softly.

He nodded, continuing the in-and-out motion. Deep in his core, a sort of pressure grew. Almost involuntarily, Ventus moved faster, aching for the heat in her.

His arms trembled as he came closer to whatever Aqua hadn't been able to describe, and one of his elbows buckled. He fell lower onto her, but kept himself propped just enough to keep moving.

Ventus's head swam with confusion and pleasure, and he could hear the muffled sounds of someone groaning. To his surprise, he found himself to be making the noises. What was the purpose of making noise?

He attempted to shut his mouth, but his body refused to let him. His hands clenched into tight fists on either side of Aqua's head, his knuckles paling as gen burled into her. Sweat dripped down his body, and he felt as if the room had suddenly become a steaming bathhouse. His face flushed and his skin seared, but still he could not stop.

So this is what men of all classes, races, communities desired? This friction, this contact, this pleasure? At this point in his life, Ventus understood this was the way people procreated, but he had never imagined it would feel so irresistible that people would do anything to replicate it.

For a moment, he wondered if Aqua was being harmed at all by his truculent thrusts. He glanced down at her, to find her eyes were closed. Was she alright? He could barely find his voice for a moment to ask her.

The pressure in his core threatened to burst. He slammed his against her, barely able to think of anything besides the hot contact. He looked down to attempt to meet eyes with Aqua once more, and now her blue eyes were open. She smiled at him assuringly.

At once, he knew he was about to burst. He ripped himself out, and suddenly...release. Sweet, satisfactory release.

Satisfaction sung along his skin, rippling over and underneath. He threw his head back, his mouth hanging open. His voice escaped him loudly, and as he slowly came down from his high he felt ashamed for being so loud.

Ventus's arms buckled, and he crumpled on top of Aqua. A sudden wave of exhaustion caught him.

Aqua carefully slipped out from underneath him as he collapsed into a deep sleep.

Translations

- Amicus certa in re incerta - A Sure friend in an unsure matter