notes: just about the least explicit pegging fic you will ever read

2014 notes: nothing too bad here, but ahiru does ask fakir to try something new over and over again.


What What in Fakir's Butt

Fakir believed the first thing to come out of his mouth upon seeing Ahiru presenting the strap-on were the words "hell no."

Her hands lowered the toy down to the table, and she was quick to throw him a pout.

But that was just how it was, at first.

He really wasn't sure where she got the idea, anyway. Or what kind of store in Gold Crown even sold those types of things. One that he never ventured to, that was for sure. Even after they started becoming sexually active, Fakir couldn't say he was too interested in exploring toys or other devices. Just Ahiru as Ahiru was enough to more than satisfy him.

Ahiru was persistent, however. She told him about all the things she read, how she didn't know there was a way to go inside a guy, that he always goes inside her so why can't she do the same and others say it feels really good and she just wants to make him feel good and why does he have to be such a butt about trying things out?!

It took several days. Plenty enough time for her pestering to drive him up the wall.

"Fine," he finally barked, "fine. Just once. And you'll see it's nothing to get so damn excited over."

He strategically ignored Ahiru's devious grin.

And that was what led them to their current position. On one side of the bed sat Fakir in his boxers, arms crossed over his chest as he tried not to blush as he watched Ahiru fumbling with her task.

"I still don't see any reason this should be enjoyable," he grumbled. Yes, he found he liked sex where he was inside of Ahiru. He felt connected on a level more than just physical. And that was how things were supposed to be arranged. So who in all hells thought it would be a bright idea to just stick something up—up there? That wasn't how things worked.

And seeing the accursed object as Ahiru arranged it into place only made him cringe.

It didn't help when she turned to face him and beamed, reaching down to wrap her hand around the toy. Then she waved it around, back and forth.

Fakir was mortified.

"What the hell are you—quit playing with it, idiot!" He pinched his nose eyes and groaned, blushing wildly.

"Nu-uh, I actually kinda like it!" Ahiru giggled. Her fingers wrapped around the base of it and gave it a wiggle. "How do you fit these things in your practice tights, anyhow?"

This was going to be a disaster.

It was then time for preparation. After removing the last scrap of clothing, Fakir leaned back against the bed of pillows and watched Ahiru crawl up to him. She seemed a little more hesitant than before—or at least quieter.

"What's wrong," Fakir flatly asked as he reached out for the lube on the nightstand.

Ahiru bit her lip. "Well, just… I've never done anything like this before."

"Isn't that the point?" It wasn't like he'd done it, either.

"Yeah, but…" Pursing her lips, Ahiru pressed her index fingers together. "You keep saying you won't like it, but I really want you to like it, you know? You're always doing so much for me with this sort of thing, so…"

Fakir sighed through his nose, reaching out a hand to ruffle the top of her head. "Idiot. I said we'll try it, so we'll try it." After all, he'd already had so many incidents of stepping out of his comfort zone in his relationship with Ahiru. What was a few more steps?

Looking up at him through her bangs, Ahiru smiled sweetly.

He did the preparations himself. Even though Ahiru was the one who thought of the idea in the first place, Fakir condemned himself to research after finally giving in to her request. He knew what needed to be done, what went where. So he opened the tube and tended to the necessary area, giving her an almost comical cringing face as she curiously observed. It was not a place he ever thought he'd be sticking his fingers, and several times he would pause and reflect on just putting a stop to everything right then and there. But Ahiru continued talking to him as he readied himself, her hands rubbing his thighs and her sweet voice coaxing. Eventually he brushed against a small something that abruptly made him shiver. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Of course Ahiru had to ruin that small ounce of reconsideration by reminding him she was Ahiru.

The first positioning was clumsy. Having never been 'on top' in such a way, it took a moment for Ahiru to figure out that she should just sit before Fakir and let his legs spread. She was so used to it being the opposite. And seeing him below her, looking up at her with eyes that hid a small ounce of uncertainty—was this how she looked at him before their first time? She blushed a little. It wasn't the first time she ever witnessed Fakir in a vulnerable state, but this was on a level of its own. She vowed to treasure it.

Then came the moment of truth. After taking the 'head' between her fingers, Ahiru positioned to where it needed to go. Fakir had his eyes closed, almost like he was concentrating hard on something. She barely shifted her hips forward before he stiffened up and gave a pained grunt.

"Fakir!" Ahiru leaned over him, looking worried and not daring to move any further. Oh no, she didn't want it to hurt him! That defeated the purpose of it feeling good! Though she supposed he must have felt the same when it was herfirst time… "You gotta—you gotta relax!"

Fakir's brow twitched. "You try dealing with having something shoved up your—ngh!" Ahiru had fumbled a little and ended up giving a small jerk by accident. Fakir reached out and grasped her shoulder, his face contorting. "Not—sohard—moron," he enunciated through clenched teeth.

Ahiru bit her lip again. This looked like it hurt far more than it would feel good. Maybe it was supposed to, but then again she was probably doing this all wrong. That would be like her, wouldn't it? To mess up. Fakir was probably mad at her that she talked him into doing this.

He didn't say anything, though. He merely held her still by the shoulder, putting in all the effort he could to relax. So he hadn't given up completely, yet.

Trying to remember what all Fakir did for her during her first time, Ahiru leaned down to nuzzle and pepper soft kisses on his face. His skin was warm, a bit sweaty. Sort of like her own, back then. Maybe this could work.

Gradually, she could tell he was relaxing. His muscles felt less tense, his breathing grew lighter. Reaching down, Ahiru took his flaccid cock and began stroking, having at least the confidence to do that to arouse him. As he hardened, she watched him carefully, still trying hard to stay perfectly still. It was a bit difficult not to shift around though, as her legs began to ache. But soon enough he let out a warm sigh that brushed her bangs and his grip on her shoulder lessened considerably.

"… You can move," he murmured. But when Ahiru tried pushing in even further he stiffened up all over again with a wince. Swallowing down the temptation to bark at her and call her a moron again, Fakir instead went with grabbing a hold of her hips and slowly guided her from there. With his reference, Ahiru allowed him to maneuver the sway of her hips, gradually pushing in further and further. It was a slow process that demanded much patience, but they were getting there.

And even though he was helping guide her, a small part of Ahiru felt empowered. This was something only she could do to Fakir. And it was all worth it to see the smallest changes in his facial expression, the hitches in his breath. He was accepting it, letting her fill him instead of reflexively treating it as an intruder. She gasped when he suddenly jerked up, a strangled noise catching in his throat. Her chest fluttered—was that the part people said felt great to guys? If she managed to find it, then this would definitely all be worth it.

Fakir couldn't tell what was with him, on the other hand. He expected it to be uncomfortable, of course, but he sure as hell didn't expect that shock of something to run up and down his body and urge a low groan out of him. Holding fast to her hips, he started moving faster. The small, tight jerks turned into slow, long thrusts, his own hips soon shifting up to meet hers. He couldn't put a name to it, but maybe it didn't matter. His head leaned back to the pillows and his teeth clenched, albeit for a different reason than pain.

And then Ahiru abruptly slowed down.

That was enough to bring him out of the temporary stupor. Blinking unfocused eyes, he furrowed his brow. "What are you—" Why was she stopping?

Ahiru's limbs shook and she dropped her head down. Her voice came out in a small whine. "'M tired…"

Fakir couldn't form a proper response to that. It must have been because she had never been on top like this, needing to thrust her hips out. Of course it would leave a small woman like her exhausted after several minutes. She certainly did want to ask how guys managed to keep this stuff up for hours at a time, but she swallowed it down. Fakir just had more practice than her, that was all.

His grip on her hips became more insistent. Through the wild blush on his face, Fakir hissed and forced the words out. "Don't—stop." And he accentuated the demand with a jerk, pulling her hips back to his.

Through the long hair sticking to his forehead, Ahiru could see something… different change in Fakir's eyes. That single moment, that transition from being in pain to adjusting and wanting more… her heart felt like it could burst from that look. He must have felt the same, that time when it was him looking down at her.

Letting him take his own pace, Ahiru allowed him to maneuver her hips once again as he saw fit, no longer filled with the energy to keep going of her own accord. The bed underneath creaked, their sweaty skin slipped against each other, and their rushed panting set the background noise. Again, she took his erection and pulled, twisting her wrist in a way she knew he liked.

That seemed to do the trick.

On a noise neither of them even knew could ever come out of Fakir's mouth, he arched back and found that release, clenching and spilling over his abdomen. The strength in which he gripped at Ahiru almost hurt, but she was far too taken with his image to notice or care. Towering over his convulsing form, knowing that she was the one to do this and he allowed her to—it was fulfilling in a way she couldn't describe. She smiled softly and watched him ride out his orgasm from start to finish. Whether it was him inside her, or her inside him, or even neither, she never grew tired of the way his face contorted in those moments.

When it was all over Ahiru carefully pulled the toy out, leaving Fakir to sigh heavily. She scooted back to remove the full strap-on from her body, dropping it off at the end of the bed so she could crawl back and return to Fakir's side. There was a giddy smile on her face as she snuggled up next to him, looking as though she was the one who just came instead of Fakir.

And as the seconds ticked by, it all finally dawned on him what just happened. That he wasn't fond of it at first and then… well.

"You liked it," Ahiru said, beaming ear to ear. "See, I thought you'd like it! Aren't you glad you decided to at least try?"

Fakir's face flushed to a beet red, and he closed his eyes. "… Hn."

"… I liked it," she admitted quietly. "I felt like I could really do something for you, you know? I could make you feel good."

Those words caused his brow to purse as he glanced at her. Reaching up, he ruffled her bangs once again. "The hell are you talking about? You've always—" He swallowed. "You always have."

"… Mm." Smiling sweetly, she nuzzled into his arm.

As he wrapped around her in a hold, Fakir reflected that he still felt pretty embarrassed by what just transpired. He never willingly subjected himself to someone else like that, never leaned back to take something. It left him feeling open and vulnerable.

… But, he supposed, Ahiru had already seen almost everything else that Fakir was ashamed of. And if there was one person he could trust with that position, it would always be her.

That was something that never changed.

End