[No beginning notes, but here sre the warnings.
TW/CW: suggestive, bed/bedroom, casual talking, asking about partners, qsweating/achy body, embarrassment/blushing/flustered, flirting]
King Boo rested his head down on the pillow, folding his stubby little fingers together in quiet thought. He stared at the bed's canopy above him, trying to put together the best way to approach a conversation he had been meaning to have.
"Do you think it's too much??" He waited, then turned his head to the side when he didn't get an answer.
Luigi was still panting hard and trying to physically recover, feeling sweaty and messy and disgusting, and totally satisfied in a way he had not felt in…. oh… six days. He breathed heavily. "S-sorry. What???" We wiped his face and turned his head.
"Do you think it's too much?" King Boo reiterated calmly. He didn't need all of the pomp and circumstance that Luigi did after any of this because he simply did not function the same. "This thing that we do. You always need a long break afterwards. Should i do something differently??"
Luigi was still breathing hard and realized how achy he felt. While it was a lot on his body, he did really enjoy it. "N-no, it's fine like that…"
King Boo squinted at him. He quirked his eyebrow. "Are you sure??? I don't mind trying different things." He rolled his eyes. "Heh, i know i can always get it out of you, if that's what you're worried about."
It was, if he were being honest. Luigi wasn't exactly doing this for his health, as his back was telling him right now. He blushed and turned away. "N-n-no, it's not that…"
"Weelll, how have the others done it???" He knew that some things were private, but it wasn't as if they had never been intimate about things. At this point it was just history to him, and all of his years had him see a lot of history go by.
"Um! Well…" Luigi felt nervous about sharing. He was worried about the people he might accidentally mention by name, as he still wasn't all too certain just how jealous King Boo could be about things. "I-i-it's been m-mostly gentle…"
He needed more specifics. "How gentle???"
Luigi tapped his fingers together nervously. "S-softer than in a movie???"
King Boo was surprised. "REALLY?!" He was WAY more rough than any movie he had seen. "And you just let me do it like that???!!!" He felt something like guilt touch him.
"I, it's, um…!" He looked the other way, fully flushed.
"You could just say something, Luigi! I don't have to be so intense if you don't like it like that!"
He shot his head back to look at him. "I do!!!" His eyes got wide and his face heated up. He covered it with his hand, almost burning it. "I mean…! Oh goodness…"
"I've done this a lot of different ways before, ya know? And i'm always open to trying whatever you would want me to. I want you to have fun too."
Luigi was very embarrassed. He thought he couldn't suggest anything like that, but he thought he should also keep how much he liked the current arrangement to himself. "I-i mean…"
King Boo tried to read him. Knowing Luigi, there were definitely words left unsaid. "Maybe you just don't really know the different ways that people do it. You should look up some videos on the internet and see what you think you'd like. I can think of a couple that i've seen that i would imagine you would like."
"Y-y-yeah… i know there are videos on the internet…" He looked over. "I don't really watch that kind of stuff often."
King Boo didn't watch much either. He was always a few decades behind the times in every fad he'd been through, so he was only just getting used to using the computer devices. "Hmm. Well, we could always watch them together."
Luigi blushed again. As intense as they would get, they hadn't quite crossed a line that defined this as anything more than an occasional workout. His heart beat fast in his chest. "Uh… s-s-sure, King Boo. I-if you want to."
He thought he was cute. He smirked. "You don't have to be so shy, ya know." Luigi locked his big blue eyes with him. King Boo reached out and softly touched his mustache. "You know i like how bold you can get." He winked.
Luigi shrunk his head into his shoulders. "Kiiinggg…"
"Or we could just do it the way all of your other partners have done it, if you want me to use anything you liked about their moves."
Luigi muffled his exclamations with his hand. He was as red as his brother right now.
King Boo smiled mischievously. "Ya like that idea, huh??? Well, i'm excited for it too." He leaned in. "You want to get started with another round right noooww???"
Luigi turned his body away, smothered his face with his hands, and curled up on the bed beside him in embarrassment. It sounded like he was repeating "oh my goodness" over and over again, but as if he were talking into a pillow.
King Boo watched incredulously. It was an adorable reaction, but it really was a bit much for what he was suggesting. "Geez, Luigi, loosen up!! It's JUST table tennis."
He squeaked. "I'm really not experienced with this."
"Clearly." King Boo rolled his eyes. "But hey, you've got a trainer that makes you hot and sweaty and achy every time, and your skills are improving exponentially. You'll be sweeping me under the table in no time." He rolled onto his back again and closed his eyes.
Luigi breathed deeply for a few more minutes in his squished position. He slowly sat up and looked over at King Boo. "Alright. Yeah, okay. Let's do another round."
"Yeah?!" King Boo rolled over excitedly. "Oh great! I was hoping you would want to go again!"
"Hah. Well, i hope you're okay with how i want to do this one."
[Post a/n: lol. This shit makes me feel like a teen again, ahaha. I used to do stuff like this all the time.
Does this fit the characters?? I just wanted to write them together, i feel like another pair probably would have worked better :p it's probably fine…]