[Fic] How Issei Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Being Topped, Chapter One
Player: misheard
Subject: Ryudo Issei
Table: A
Prompt: 13. Test
Chapters: 1/??
Warnings: Explicit sex. So yeah.
Notes: And now for something completely different! This may take a bit of explanation... This takes place in the same Archer/Issei continuity as the Valentine's Day virus, the AU thread after that on Issei's journal, and [Accidental Video Post] (the ddd_prompts response with the video post and the hickeys). Nothing in this series has actually happened or will actually happen in the RP. But wouldn't it be cool?
Issei used to keep track of when their Significant Milestones happened.
The only Significant Milestone he did that for was their first kiss, which happened roughly eight and one quarter days after they first began to date. He stopped keeping track after he told Archer about it, who laughed and said that there wasn’t any clockwork schedule he could rely on, and he’d just drive himself crazy wondering if they were going at the right pace or not.
Archer was probably right, but Issei still wished he could have had a timeframe to go by. Dating should be more like math. He was good at math. A math problem had only one solution, and once you learned how to do one math problem, you could solve many similar problems with ease.
…of course, once you started getting into quadratic equations, there started being more than one possible solution, and all of them were correct. And eventually, you couldn’t even count on all of the solutions being real - some of them were completely imaginary.
Maybe math was more like dating than he first thought.
Still, he took Archer’s advice and stopped keeping track of how long it took him to work up the nerve to let Archer in his bedroom. Realistically, it shouldn’t have taken so long, since Archer had been there before, but - well, letting a friend in your room was different from letting your boyfriend in your room, and there was nothing wrong with spending most of his visits in the kitchen instead.
He also stopped counting how many times they had kissed. Aside from the first one, he didn’t need to know what number a specific kiss was. It would have been hard to track, anyway, since most of them were quickly followed by another one and it was difficult to tell where one ended and the next began.
Still, Issei distinctly remembered the kisses themselves, and as far as he could tell, the one he was currently participating in wasn’t much out of the ordinary. They’d kissed in his bedroom before, and that had always ended with plenty of blushing on his part, but nothing that wasn’t innocent. They’d even kissed while sitting on his futon before, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Then again, he hadn’t thought much was out of the ordinary in the moments before Archer kissed him for the first time. Maybe he should have been more suspicious when Archer pulled him in closer, but there was probably no harm in it.
Issei drew back a little, still not quite used to not being able to use his mouth to breathe during a kiss. Obviously Archer had already mastered that skill. “I-I’m sorry,” he said with an embarrassed laugh, “next time I’ll be able to last longer.”
“It’s fine.” Archer smiled a real, genuine smile - Issei liked to think he knew Archer well enough to know when he was actually happy - and dipped a kiss underneath Issei’s jaw.
Issei blushed as his head jerked up, unintentionally providing Archer with better access. “Y-you don’t need to do that, really!” he squeaked.
Archer chuckled, somewhat muffled by Issei’s neck. “You should know I don’t do things I don’t wish to do,” he answered, laying another few kisses on Issei’s neck. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes, there is,” Issei grumbled, gently pushing him off of him. “You know I don’t like it when you do things and then don’t let me reciprocate.” He kissed the hollow of Archer’s throat.
Archer chuckled again, and Issei could feel the reverberations in his throat. “I would have let you eventually. Since when were you in such a hurry, Issei?”
He shrugged as he laid another kiss on Archer’s collarbone, just above where his skin disappeared underneath his shirt. “You don’t have the most impressive track record for letting me repay your favors.”
“That’s different. This isn’t a favor.” Archer tilted Issei’s head back and sucked at one part of his neck until Issei squeaked again and pushed at his shoulders. He pulled back and surveyed his handiwork; Issei’s blushing face was nearly the color of the red welt left on Issei’s neck. “Perfect.”
“I-idot, don’t do that!” Issei stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up even more at the amused look in Archer’s eyes. “Don’t you think people would notice something like that?!”
Archer shrugged and answered nonchalantly, “So wear a shirt with a higher collar tomorrow, I know you have one.” He lowered his voice. “Would it be so terrible if people were to notice?”
Issei just stared at him for a moment before groaning, “I didn’t mean it that way!” and averting his gaze. Unfortunately, the place his gaze went was his own lap, where he noticed something himself.
He was getting ha- he was developing an er- he really needed to not be so close to Archer. His blush intensified even more as he scooted away from him, hoping Archer wouldn’t call him on it.
Archer didn’t, but he kept talking, which was, considering what his voice could do to him, almost as bad. “Most people have spent at least one day with embarrassing marks. As far as I’m aware, they’ve all survived.”
Issei covered his face and his hands and let out another groan. “I know, I know, I just would rather not show that to everyone, okay? I’m not ashamed of you or anything of that sort, I just don’t want to deal with people’s teasing and then asking questions, and you know I’m a terrible liar, and then they’d bother you and I don’t want that to mmph.”
Archer drew back from the kiss slowly, a small smirk on his face. “You talk too much.”
“A-and you don’t talk enough.” Or occasionally too much. Well, if there was anything that could be said for the situation, it was that Archer’s well-honed oblivious tendencies would surely kick in, and Issei would be able to keep most of his dignity-
Why was Archer’s hand down there.
As his entire face turned red, Issei yanked Archer’s arm away as if ending the physical contact with it would make him forget completely that it was there, and started to babble. “I know it’s a lapse of self-control and a monk should be able to do better and I really didn’t mean to but it’s a normal reaction to kissing you and it’s your fault for talking so much with that voice of yours and would you please stop looking at me like that?”
Archer laughed and let his hand rest on the small curve of Issei’s hip. Better, but still nowhere near the distance away from him Issei needed him to be, which was probably in another county. “Why would I mind?”
Why wouldn’t he mind? It was incredibly embarrassing, and doubtless it was going to be awkward for them to continue their earlier conversation, since there was nothing that could really be done to deal with…
Except they were dating now, and people who were dating could do… things.
Issei’s brain shut down, rebooted, encountered a fatal error, and then shut down again.
When he came to, Archer’s expression had switched from ‘amused and probably envisioning you screaming’ to ‘mildly concerned’. “Are you still with me? You were unresponsive for a moment.”
“I’m fine.” Issei took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. “Archer, is it possible that I’ve just misunderstood you? That you were joking, or were simply expressing tolerance rather than… w-well, you know.”
Archer’s smirk returned in full force, although Issei only caught a glimpse of it before he laid another kiss on Issei’s neck. “I believe that we understood each other quite clearly.”
Well, that was something. Now all he had to do was to figure out what on Earth he was supposed to do. And do it, of course, but that was the easy part.
Archer kept playing with the bottom edge of Issei’s shirt like he was going to take it off at any moment. Issei took his cues from that and brought his own hands to rest hesitantly on Archer’s chest. ‘M-may I, please?”
Archer considered it for a moment, and answered quietly, “It seems fair enough.” Then he tugged at Issei’s shirt until Issei moved his arms enough for him to pull it off.
Issei blushed and occupied himself with the buttons on Archer’s shirt. I-it wasn’t as if Archer hadn’t seen him shirtless before, although it had been a while since shared locker rooms and trips to the beach. Still, there was nothing to be nervous about! O-or there wouldn’t be if Archer could keep his hands off of him.
He didn’t realize he’d mumbled those last two sentences aloud until Archer chuckled again. “But that’s part of the point, Issei. Besides, you don’t look as though you particularly mind.” His hands trailed lower over Issei’s chest, eliciting another gasp. “If it’s taken you twenty seconds to undo one button, I must be doing something correctly.”
Issei glared at him halfheartedly before redoubling his efforts to get Archer’s shirt off. Eventually he succeeded at undoing the last button, and the shirt fell easily off of Archer’s shoulders. As Archer fell quiet, Issei traced the lines of one of his scars gently. “Relax. You’re perfect.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Archer grumbled. His calloused hands hadn’t stopped moving, and they drew out a strangled moan when they brushed over Issei’s nipples. “Hmm, I didn’t expect you to be so sensitive.”
Even when - otherwise distracted, Issei knew an attempt to change the subject when he heard one. Still, preserving his dignity came before calling him on it. “I-it’s normal for people to have varying degrees of sensitivity there, th-that doesn’t mean anything!” …What dignity?
“I didn’t say it did.” And then Archer’s hand pressed down lightly on the bulge in Issei’s pants, causing him to nearly jump in surprise. “I would never dream of complaining about your reactions, especially when they’re as… pronounced as this. Now-”
Whatever else Archer said, Issei didn’t hear it. He pressed his head against Archer’s chest in a desperate attempt to muffle the long, loud groan that escaped him.
Archer blinked, and drew his slightly wet hand back to examine it. “That… wasn’t really what I expected to happen.”
With the mortification that only a teenage boy who had just come in his pants in front of the person he loves can achieve, Issei decided something.
He was going to get better. Much better, better than Archer even. And then he was going to use all of his newfound knowledge on Archer, and he was going to make sure that Archer loved every second of it.
At the moment, however, he had a more pressing concern that he needed to deal with if he was going to redeem himself at all. Intently, he started on the buttons to Archer’s pants.
Archer seemed to snap out of his confused state. “You don’t really need to-”
“Be quiet, Archer.”
“Considering that I didn’t have to do any work-”
“Be quiet or I’ll hit you with a pillow.” It hadn’t really been the tone Issei had been aiming for, but whatever prevented Archer from reminding him about his inexperience was good enough.
Issei finished with the buttons mercifully quickly, and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how to do this. Even if he didn’t do… it… often, it was one of those skills you never forgot, like riding a bicycle. And maybe he shouldn’t have made that comparison if he wanted to ever be able to look at Shirou’s bike without turning red. Well, it was too late now.
Still, he knew the basic principles, and they didn’t change when applied to someone else. A firm grip, but not too tight; a steady rhythm; and - well, those were really the only basic principles. At least he couldn’t make too many mistakes there.
And it was definitely an improvement to be able to lean up and kiss someone while doing it. Issei drew his face closer with his free hand and kissed him until he had almost run out of breath, then kissed him again. And again.
Issei hadn’t realized that he’d lost track of time until he felt Archer shudder against him and warmth fill his hand. He smiled, and drew back a bit to be able to look at Archer more clearly. “I-I’ll do better in the future.”
Archer smiled at him gently, for once not taking the opportunity to tease him. He answered, “You don’t need to worry. I’m sure it’s normal if you haven’t done this before.”
“If you say so.” Issei looked down at his hand and - after determining that the nearest bathroom was down the hall and he was not walking down there like this - wiped it off on his already sodden pants. “Apparently I’m going to volunteer to do today’s laundry.”
As Archer’s smirk returned, Issei realized he had spoke too soon. “Oh? You don’t know what would happen if someone else had discovered it? I was looking forward to seeing your reaction-”
Issei hit him with a pillow.
Subject: Ryudo Issei
Table: A
Prompt: 13. Test
Chapters: 1/??
Warnings: Explicit sex. So yeah.
Notes: And now for something completely different! This may take a bit of explanation... This takes place in the same Archer/Issei continuity as the Valentine's Day virus, the AU thread after that on Issei's journal, and [Accidental Video Post] (the ddd_prompts response with the video post and the hickeys). Nothing in this series has actually happened or will actually happen in the RP. But wouldn't it be cool?
Issei used to keep track of when their Significant Milestones happened.
The only Significant Milestone he did that for was their first kiss, which happened roughly eight and one quarter days after they first began to date. He stopped keeping track after he told Archer about it, who laughed and said that there wasn’t any clockwork schedule he could rely on, and he’d just drive himself crazy wondering if they were going at the right pace or not.
Archer was probably right, but Issei still wished he could have had a timeframe to go by. Dating should be more like math. He was good at math. A math problem had only one solution, and once you learned how to do one math problem, you could solve many similar problems with ease.
…of course, once you started getting into quadratic equations, there started being more than one possible solution, and all of them were correct. And eventually, you couldn’t even count on all of the solutions being real - some of them were completely imaginary.
Maybe math was more like dating than he first thought.
Still, he took Archer’s advice and stopped keeping track of how long it took him to work up the nerve to let Archer in his bedroom. Realistically, it shouldn’t have taken so long, since Archer had been there before, but - well, letting a friend in your room was different from letting your boyfriend in your room, and there was nothing wrong with spending most of his visits in the kitchen instead.
He also stopped counting how many times they had kissed. Aside from the first one, he didn’t need to know what number a specific kiss was. It would have been hard to track, anyway, since most of them were quickly followed by another one and it was difficult to tell where one ended and the next began.
Still, Issei distinctly remembered the kisses themselves, and as far as he could tell, the one he was currently participating in wasn’t much out of the ordinary. They’d kissed in his bedroom before, and that had always ended with plenty of blushing on his part, but nothing that wasn’t innocent. They’d even kissed while sitting on his futon before, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Then again, he hadn’t thought much was out of the ordinary in the moments before Archer kissed him for the first time. Maybe he should have been more suspicious when Archer pulled him in closer, but there was probably no harm in it.
Issei drew back a little, still not quite used to not being able to use his mouth to breathe during a kiss. Obviously Archer had already mastered that skill. “I-I’m sorry,” he said with an embarrassed laugh, “next time I’ll be able to last longer.”
“It’s fine.” Archer smiled a real, genuine smile - Issei liked to think he knew Archer well enough to know when he was actually happy - and dipped a kiss underneath Issei’s jaw.
Issei blushed as his head jerked up, unintentionally providing Archer with better access. “Y-you don’t need to do that, really!” he squeaked.
Archer chuckled, somewhat muffled by Issei’s neck. “You should know I don’t do things I don’t wish to do,” he answered, laying another few kisses on Issei’s neck. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes, there is,” Issei grumbled, gently pushing him off of him. “You know I don’t like it when you do things and then don’t let me reciprocate.” He kissed the hollow of Archer’s throat.
Archer chuckled again, and Issei could feel the reverberations in his throat. “I would have let you eventually. Since when were you in such a hurry, Issei?”
He shrugged as he laid another kiss on Archer’s collarbone, just above where his skin disappeared underneath his shirt. “You don’t have the most impressive track record for letting me repay your favors.”
“That’s different. This isn’t a favor.” Archer tilted Issei’s head back and sucked at one part of his neck until Issei squeaked again and pushed at his shoulders. He pulled back and surveyed his handiwork; Issei’s blushing face was nearly the color of the red welt left on Issei’s neck. “Perfect.”
“I-idot, don’t do that!” Issei stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up even more at the amused look in Archer’s eyes. “Don’t you think people would notice something like that?!”
Archer shrugged and answered nonchalantly, “So wear a shirt with a higher collar tomorrow, I know you have one.” He lowered his voice. “Would it be so terrible if people were to notice?”
Issei just stared at him for a moment before groaning, “I didn’t mean it that way!” and averting his gaze. Unfortunately, the place his gaze went was his own lap, where he noticed something himself.
He was getting ha- he was developing an er- he really needed to not be so close to Archer. His blush intensified even more as he scooted away from him, hoping Archer wouldn’t call him on it.
Archer didn’t, but he kept talking, which was, considering what his voice could do to him, almost as bad. “Most people have spent at least one day with embarrassing marks. As far as I’m aware, they’ve all survived.”
Issei covered his face and his hands and let out another groan. “I know, I know, I just would rather not show that to everyone, okay? I’m not ashamed of you or anything of that sort, I just don’t want to deal with people’s teasing and then asking questions, and you know I’m a terrible liar, and then they’d bother you and I don’t want that to mmph.”
Archer drew back from the kiss slowly, a small smirk on his face. “You talk too much.”
“A-and you don’t talk enough.” Or occasionally too much. Well, if there was anything that could be said for the situation, it was that Archer’s well-honed oblivious tendencies would surely kick in, and Issei would be able to keep most of his dignity-
Why was Archer’s hand down there.
As his entire face turned red, Issei yanked Archer’s arm away as if ending the physical contact with it would make him forget completely that it was there, and started to babble. “I know it’s a lapse of self-control and a monk should be able to do better and I really didn’t mean to but it’s a normal reaction to kissing you and it’s your fault for talking so much with that voice of yours and would you please stop looking at me like that?”
Archer laughed and let his hand rest on the small curve of Issei’s hip. Better, but still nowhere near the distance away from him Issei needed him to be, which was probably in another county. “Why would I mind?”
Why wouldn’t he mind? It was incredibly embarrassing, and doubtless it was going to be awkward for them to continue their earlier conversation, since there was nothing that could really be done to deal with…
Except they were dating now, and people who were dating could do… things.
Issei’s brain shut down, rebooted, encountered a fatal error, and then shut down again.
When he came to, Archer’s expression had switched from ‘amused and probably envisioning you screaming’ to ‘mildly concerned’. “Are you still with me? You were unresponsive for a moment.”
“I’m fine.” Issei took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. “Archer, is it possible that I’ve just misunderstood you? That you were joking, or were simply expressing tolerance rather than… w-well, you know.”
Archer’s smirk returned in full force, although Issei only caught a glimpse of it before he laid another kiss on Issei’s neck. “I believe that we understood each other quite clearly.”
Well, that was something. Now all he had to do was to figure out what on Earth he was supposed to do. And do it, of course, but that was the easy part.
Archer kept playing with the bottom edge of Issei’s shirt like he was going to take it off at any moment. Issei took his cues from that and brought his own hands to rest hesitantly on Archer’s chest. ‘M-may I, please?”
Archer considered it for a moment, and answered quietly, “It seems fair enough.” Then he tugged at Issei’s shirt until Issei moved his arms enough for him to pull it off.
Issei blushed and occupied himself with the buttons on Archer’s shirt. I-it wasn’t as if Archer hadn’t seen him shirtless before, although it had been a while since shared locker rooms and trips to the beach. Still, there was nothing to be nervous about! O-or there wouldn’t be if Archer could keep his hands off of him.
He didn’t realize he’d mumbled those last two sentences aloud until Archer chuckled again. “But that’s part of the point, Issei. Besides, you don’t look as though you particularly mind.” His hands trailed lower over Issei’s chest, eliciting another gasp. “If it’s taken you twenty seconds to undo one button, I must be doing something correctly.”
Issei glared at him halfheartedly before redoubling his efforts to get Archer’s shirt off. Eventually he succeeded at undoing the last button, and the shirt fell easily off of Archer’s shoulders. As Archer fell quiet, Issei traced the lines of one of his scars gently. “Relax. You’re perfect.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Archer grumbled. His calloused hands hadn’t stopped moving, and they drew out a strangled moan when they brushed over Issei’s nipples. “Hmm, I didn’t expect you to be so sensitive.”
Even when - otherwise distracted, Issei knew an attempt to change the subject when he heard one. Still, preserving his dignity came before calling him on it. “I-it’s normal for people to have varying degrees of sensitivity there, th-that doesn’t mean anything!” …What dignity?
“I didn’t say it did.” And then Archer’s hand pressed down lightly on the bulge in Issei’s pants, causing him to nearly jump in surprise. “I would never dream of complaining about your reactions, especially when they’re as… pronounced as this. Now-”
Whatever else Archer said, Issei didn’t hear it. He pressed his head against Archer’s chest in a desperate attempt to muffle the long, loud groan that escaped him.
Archer blinked, and drew his slightly wet hand back to examine it. “That… wasn’t really what I expected to happen.”
With the mortification that only a teenage boy who had just come in his pants in front of the person he loves can achieve, Issei decided something.
He was going to get better. Much better, better than Archer even. And then he was going to use all of his newfound knowledge on Archer, and he was going to make sure that Archer loved every second of it.
At the moment, however, he had a more pressing concern that he needed to deal with if he was going to redeem himself at all. Intently, he started on the buttons to Archer’s pants.
Archer seemed to snap out of his confused state. “You don’t really need to-”
“Be quiet, Archer.”
“Considering that I didn’t have to do any work-”
“Be quiet or I’ll hit you with a pillow.” It hadn’t really been the tone Issei had been aiming for, but whatever prevented Archer from reminding him about his inexperience was good enough.
Issei finished with the buttons mercifully quickly, and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how to do this. Even if he didn’t do… it… often, it was one of those skills you never forgot, like riding a bicycle. And maybe he shouldn’t have made that comparison if he wanted to ever be able to look at Shirou’s bike without turning red. Well, it was too late now.
Still, he knew the basic principles, and they didn’t change when applied to someone else. A firm grip, but not too tight; a steady rhythm; and - well, those were really the only basic principles. At least he couldn’t make too many mistakes there.
And it was definitely an improvement to be able to lean up and kiss someone while doing it. Issei drew his face closer with his free hand and kissed him until he had almost run out of breath, then kissed him again. And again.
Issei hadn’t realized that he’d lost track of time until he felt Archer shudder against him and warmth fill his hand. He smiled, and drew back a bit to be able to look at Archer more clearly. “I-I’ll do better in the future.”
Archer smiled at him gently, for once not taking the opportunity to tease him. He answered, “You don’t need to worry. I’m sure it’s normal if you haven’t done this before.”
“If you say so.” Issei looked down at his hand and - after determining that the nearest bathroom was down the hall and he was not walking down there like this - wiped it off on his already sodden pants. “Apparently I’m going to volunteer to do today’s laundry.”
As Archer’s smirk returned, Issei realized he had spoke too soon. “Oh? You don’t know what would happen if someone else had discovered it? I was looking forward to seeing your reaction-”
Issei hit him with a pillow.