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The thing stares back defiantly as Jiji examines it curiously, like it mocks him for being too ignorant to understand its shape or purpose. He tilts his head to the side in hopes of figuring it out, but it still looks just... weird. He can't seem to grasp what exactly for his friend bought such a thing, but since it probably has to do with Okarun's keen interest in aliens, he wants to understand.
He's about to decipher what some of the round shaped like suckers at the tip of whatever he's looking at are for when Okarun's loud shriek startles him out of his discovery.
"Aaaaaaaah! W-what? What are you doing?! L-looking at someone else's correspondence!"
The box where the curious looking green object is gets snatched out of Jiji's view and shoved protectively against Okarun's chest, firmly secured by both his arms around it. He's out of breath from tumbling down his bed and rushing to take it, but Jii doesn't think he made such an effort for him to be beet red all the way down to his neck. Okarun's usually big round eyes have gone even bigger, clouded with embarrassment.
"Dude, what even is that?"
"Th-that's none of your business!"
"Uh?!" Jiji takes offense. "Aren't we friends? Show your friend what you got there!"
"No!" Okarun's expression goes comically terrified when Jiji launches himself forward to snatch the box from him, and even though is an easy feast to overpower him when they're both in their human form and not butting heads in their yokai form, he lets Okarun put up a bit of a self defense if only to not wound his pride and prolong the fun, before ultimately snatching the gooey thing out of the plastic wrapping and cardboard, much to Okarun's horror and Jiji's triumphant smirk.
It feels even more strange than what it looks like. Its texture is soft and almost malleable but firm enough to stand up right even when Jiji waves it over his head. It must be the size of Jiji's whole forearm and hand, its tip flopping around wildly. Something about the movement it's familiar but also not quite so with how weirdly shaped it is with sucker-like protuberances all over it and its inflated base that Jiji can't quite point out what it is yet.
Okarun shrieks again and fights him for it, but he's way too short to snatch it out of his grasp.
"Give it back! D-don't do that!"
Okarun's blush has gone even deeper and he looks utterly mortified, eyes clouded with tears, and it makes Jiji feel a bit merciful.
"What is it? Some kind of expensive alien memorabilia or what-?"
"It was expensive, so give it back!" Okarun yells, but avoids Jiji's eyes, looking elsewhere with a pout.
"What does it even do?" Jiji brings the thing to his eye level for closer examination. Sure, the texture feels fancy and expensive, but beside flopping from one side to the other, there's no buttons anywhere and it doesn't glow. Maybe it does in the dark? Since it's green, it could be one of those neon lights. Is that why it was so close to Okarun's bedside table? "Is it a night lamp?"
Okarun takes the chance and reaches the base of it to try to pull it out of Jiji's grasp finally. He lets him, and watches Okarun turn around and shield the thing with his whole body while giving him back a dirty look. Seriously, what's so weird about it?
"Is not a lamp."
"Well, it sure as hell looks weird."
"And it's not weird! It's the latest model shaped by actual footage of an alien's dic-" Okarun slaps a hand over his mouth before he finishes and goes even redder on the face.
At once, everything clicks in place in Jiji's head. The cylindrical shape with its pointy end, the big sucker at its base and the couple of inflated balls. Its color and tiny suckers all over it. His jaw unhinges on its own as he stares back at Okarun in disbelief.
"You bought an alien shaped dil-?!"
This time it is Okarun who charges forward and tackles the air out of him. His expression is an absolute show. Remorse, fear, shame and anger all convoluted, and it's even funnier as the tip of the dildo pokes out between their chests and at Okarun's chin.
"I-I didn't know it was a d-d-d-dil-do!"
More tears accumulate on Okarun's eyes, but instead of making Jiji feel bad for him and finally stop teasing him, the sight of a mortified, blushing, teary eyed Okarun draped over him tugs somewhere deep in his gut, and he knows he's not done yet.
"But you still bought some alien dick!"
Before Okarun can protest, Jiji turns them around and pushes him flat on his back, straddling his thighs and making sure he can't escape this time before snatching the dildo out of his hands again. This time he looks at it intently, knowing its shape and purpose, and its texture and size kinda freaks him out.
"How can this even go in?"
He expects Okarun to shriek and yell at him to shut up and try and push him away, but not what comes out next of his mouth.
"I haven't figured it out yet."
A flash of high school memories messing around with friends and vivid images of porn flash through Jiji's mind along with the blurry lapses of his own curiosity and horny teenager hormones, and he feels his own cheeks start turning red too.
If Okarun hasn't figured it out yet, that means he's trying to.
He looks down at his friend, laying still between his legs with a blush high on his cheeks and both his hands curled up, almost protectively over his chest. Not in a million years would Jiji have expected such a thing from Okarun. It's obvious he hasn't had any kind of experience prior to dealing with alien shaped dildos, even less in some more out there practices, and even though Jiji's own 'experience' comes only from porn and hentai, he wasn't expecting that kind of talk to ever happen between them, even less during the first time Okarun invited him over. Aliens, yokais, cursed towns and secret societies? Sure. But actual teenagers’ sex talk? Never in a million years.
Somehow, instead of weirding him out, Jiji feels that same tug at his gut from earlier, only that now he knows what it is and where it is coming from.
"I can help out." He blurts before thinking best of it, and the way Okarun's big doe eyes look up at him, startled, but ultimately hopeful, almost ignites something inside him that could get out of control.
"W-what do you mean?"
"I know h-how to... to put it in."
"Really?"
Actually, he doesn't know how exactly. He knows where it could go and some general knowledge of what it happens in some AVs he's watched, but he's not about to tell Okarun the specifics, not when his friend is looking up at him like he holds the whole knowledge of the universe unknown. It's weird, and warm, and it's making his legs shake a bit. He wants Okarun to keep looking at him like that.
"Sure. I-I'll show you."
He gets off of Okarun and lets himself fall on his ass on the carpeted floor. The cause of this whole thing sits flaccid against his thighs, but Okarun no longer tries to snatch it away and hide it, but he mirrors Jiji's position and sits before him, legs crossed and shoulders hunched up. Jiji swallows audibly.
"It didn't have any instructions or anything, and the videos from the web page aren't very helpful."
Jiji laughs nervously, not knowing where to even start now that Okarun's attention is on him. His hands are getting sweaty, and the soft texture of the dildo against his damp palms makes him feel gross.
"So what should we use? Would a toilet roll do or something... softer?"
"What?"
"What?"
Okarun stares back as confused as Jiji feels, and the situation sinks in. Oh, he doesn't know Jiji wants to...
"No. I'll show you." Jiji says. Fake bravado painted all over his face. Okarun is just as lost as him, but it's not like he doesn't know what a dildo is for, and if he's been curious...
"But-"
"Lay down." Jiji pushes him back lightly, barely with his fingertips spread over Okarun's chest, expecting him to protest. He's not putting in force, a bit scared himself, but Okarun lets him and goes flat onto his back again while Jiji looms over him.
"Eh?"
"We need something softer."
Realization downs slowly on his face while they stare at each other in silence. Jiji can hear his own heartbeat, faster than when Evil Eye takes over, and maybe the rapid flutter in the air is Okarun's own.
"I-I-I..."
"You wanna know, don't you?"
Okarun's lips go tightly closed, then open like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out, he squirms around, and Jiji waits another minute until Okarun looks away. Even the tip of his ears red as he nods once.
"Y-yes."
A full body shiver strikes down Jiji's spine, and he tightens his hold around the stupid dildo.
He looks up from Okarun's face and quickly scans the room. He's gonna need something to... ease his way. There's nothing on the bedside table nor in the bed, but there's a bottle of body lotion shoved between a messy shelf with mangas, cups, notebooks and pencils. That'll have to do.
He stands up to get it, and for a second he expects Okarun to have chickened out and find his spot empty, but when he looks back he's still there. Twiddling with his fingers nervously, pressing his thighs together.
Jiji takes a deep breath and walks back, resuming his position over Okarun, but this time he leaves the lotion and the dildo beside them and puts his hands over Okarun's waist. He flinches, and a tiny whimper leaves his mouth before closing his eyes.
"Taking your pants off!" He announces, nonchalantly, like he's not terrified himself.
Okarun doesn't answer, but he doesn't move away either when Jiji opens his fly and slowly pulls the fabric down his legs. When he's free from it and his bare legs rest over Jiji's thighs, they both realize a breath they didn't know they were holding.
Jiji finally allows himself to look. The expanse of creamy and supple skin before him. Okarun's legs look even skinnier now that they're sprawled over his muscular thighs. He's wearing black briefs with alien heads, skin tight, a bit distorted by the shape of his flaccid dick.
"He," Jiji snickers. It's incredibly cute somehow, and it gets his own cock interested. "These are cool."
Okarun wipes his head to look at him with an incredulous look but immediately hides behind his hands when he takes in his own state of nakedness.
"Ugh! J-just... g-get on with it!"
Jiji's smile spreads over his face, and he takes in a couple of deep breaths. This is it. He's leaving youth behind and becoming an adult right here and right now in the middle of Okarun's alien themed bedroom, with an alien shaped dildo as his witness. It's somehow unnerving.
He lets his fingers touch Okarun's thighs softly, exploring with his fingertips how soft and squishy they are. His hands are cold, but Okarun's skin is warm to the touch so he flinches and hisses away, but it spurts Jiji on to put in more strength, watch his fingers leave red blooms on their way up, until his knuckles brush Okarun's crotch.
A quiet whimper leaves Okarun's lips and Jiji hooks his fingers between the waistband of his briefs and his skin, and pulls them all the way down.
Okarun is only on his white socks and his school jacket under him then, still hiding behind his hands, and Jiji's dick twitches inside his pants.
He spreads Okarun's thighs, holding the back of his knees and pushing them up against his chest, exposing his puckered hole. It's tiny and pink-ish, impossibly tempting.
"Ngh-w-what?! Why this p-position?"
"I need to see." Jiji says, unashamedly ogling Okarun's hole. It's not the same as the ones in porn, it doesn't feel the same actually. He feels hot all over, and the tugging at his gut has gone tighter. His dick hurts, badly.
"Stop looking!" Okarun protests.
Yes, he needs to stop looking and get on with it or his cock is going to gain a life on is own and leave walking for someone less slow.
The body lotion bottle seems to wave at him to save him from his predicament and Jiji spurts a generous -maybe too generous- quantity of its content on his hand. He wants to slap himself out of the horny haze his brain has turned into but he can't make a mess of his own face, so instead he readjusts Okarun's legs over his shoulders and lets his fingers press between his ass cheeks. Okarun hisses from the cold temperature of the lotion and tenses up, but doesn't move away, so Jiji presses further until his fingertips push against the puckered skin.
It's hot and tight, so incredibly tight it makes Jiji a bit dizzy with anticipation. He starts heaving, and tries to ground himself by remembering step by step what he's supposed to do or he'll die before even starting.
"You need to loosen up here first." He starts, racking his brain for the specifics of the gay porn he once watched... Maybe more than once. "Massage it gently," he continues while going through the motions, pressing against Okarun's opening with barely enough strength to push the lotion in, spread it all over and make a mess of his balls and hole. Okarun stifles a whimper and his thighs try to close around Jiji's head, so he holds the back of one of his knees again and presses his weight over. "You have to do it slowly."
"Ngh-no!"
Jiji increases the pressure on his fingertips until it goes inside Okarun's hot and velvety walls. It's impossibly tight and wet, pressing around Jiji's finger as he pushes further, massaging around.
"T-there's... it's somewhere in here." Jiji murmurs to himself. He remembers vividly the reaction it causes, even if he doesn't know exactly what he's looking for. He presses his finger deeper and listens to Okarun's breathy whimpers he's letting out, trying to stifle with his arms, but nothing quite like what he has seen happens, so he tries pressing another finger in. It's a tight fit then, and Okarun makes a noise close to a sob, but he doesn't push Jiji away.
Jiji tries to move his fingers despite the tightness around him, massaging the lotion as much as he can inside, sorely focused on the way Okarun's puckered hole looks around his digits, stretched open.
"Ah!" Okarun finally wails, and Jiji goes completely still, marveled at the way Okarun's whole body reacted, entranced by the curve of his waist and his slight tremor, so he presses against that spot again, and again, and again, until Okarun actually tries to get away from him while fully sobbing.
"St-top, stop! Jiji... Too much!" He cries, hands grabbing at Jiji's arm, the one buried between his legs, but he pushes weakly, and Jiji's too enraptured by the noises Okarun is making to actually notice.
"There it is. That's where you have to press."
"Ngh-No!"
"Yes! That's..." What actually is it? Porn didn't give Jiji exactly the specifics but he knows now that it actually is somewhere that feels good, judging by Okarun's reactions. "Anyway. It feels good, doesn't it?"
He moves his fingers around, slightly taking them out and pressing back inside to hit that point again and again, and Okarun responds to it by moaning loudly, arching his back.
"It will help ease the way, open you up for it."
"Th-that's enough, enough!" Okarun sobs.
Jiji finally takes his eyes away from Okarun's hole and glances at the dildo standing green and proud beside him. Big, way too big for Okarun. There's no way it's going to fit, and he doesn't know what else to do. If he quits now and tells Okarun it was all for nothing, then he's sure he will never let Jiji try again.
"Okarun." He starts.
Okarun sucks in a breath when Jiji takes out his fingers, and lets his whole body sag against the carpet before opening his eyes to look up at Jiji within his tears.
"What?"
"This isn't going to fit." Jiji says flatly, shoving at Okarun's face the monster sized dildo he ordered online. Bulky, textured, and neon green, and fear downs all over his expression. "You have to practice with a smaller one first."
"Eh? Eh?!" Okarun's arms fly wildly, trying to stand up, but Jiji presses him back, going nose to nose with him and bringing the monstrous dick to touch his tear stained cheek.
"Or do you want to try this one right from the start?"
"N-No. But... How?"
"I'll help." Jiji repeats himself, more firmly this time, glancing straight into Okarun's eyes. They're both heaving labored breaths, Jiji's blood rushing south and making it painfully hard to wait, letting the words sink in Okarun's head, so he's grinding down against Okarun's belly before he can stop himself. The relief it gives him is barely there for how much he's been holding back, but a guttural groan resounds from his chest and Okarun goes wide eyed. "I can help."
This time he doesn't wait for Okarun to silently nod before taking his cock out of his pants and tugging at himself once. He almost cums right there and then, his cold hands a painful contrast to how wet and hot he is, and he rests his forehead against Okarun's, letting his hot breath hit his face.
"Let me help."
Okarun breathes out slowly, shaking all over under him, and makes a tiny strangled noise before agreeing.
"O-okay."
Jiji can't wait anymore, doesn't want to wait anymore. He straightens up, grabbing hold of his cock on one hand while the other holds the back of Okarun's knees, pressing it back against his chest.
He feels dizzy with need when the tip of his cock presses against Okarun's hole, a string of precum and lotion tying them together when Jiji pulls back with a hiss.
"I need to go slowly at first, press down until you open up for m-"
"St-stop talking. I-I get it."
"Okay." Jiji agrees. His bravado has fled him again, and he's only running on horny thoughts and the need to be inside Okarun as fast as he can or his dick will explode. He doubts he won't cum as soon as he does though with how much his dick is pulsing on his hold, so he takes in a deep breath to keep himself from shooting too fast and does as he said. Presses softly against Okarun's hole, making him tense up, and slips further up his perineum.
"Ugh."
It drives him crazy, his cock throbbing painfully, and he whines like a kid being denied his favorite candy. Frustrated, he holds his dick steady and tries again, a little bit more forceful this time. Okarun cries out when it breaches inside him and Jiji lets out a long and wound up moan. He almost cums on the spot, wants to cry about how tight and hot it is, it feels like his dick is going to come off but he can't stop wanting more, pushing his hips further, making Okarun cry out his name.
"Ji-Jiji! Jiji, stop-!"
He can't. He tries, but his head it's filled with brainfog and all he wants is more, more, more. It hurts, it's good, it drives him insane. He has to go all the way inside.
Once he bottoms out, Okarun is panting heavily, and Jiji isn't faring much better, gritting his teeth to keep himself from cumming.
"Holy... " He breathes out. Dizzy, ears ringing at the sight of Okarun under him, looking so... fucked out. Hair tousled and flushed all the way down it probably spreads inside his jacket, tears running down his cheeks, lips bitten red. The sight makes Jiji hotter, his whole body itching to move and mess Okarun further.
He pulls his hips back, watching Okarun's expression closely. His lips open in a round shape, unable to contain a high, helpless moan. His nose scrunches up a bit when Jiji pushes back in. He has half the mind to search for that spot earlier that made Okarun heave, but misses it completely by the first few thrusts. Multitasking feels impossible right then, keeping himself from nutting too early and search for Okarun's hidden spot, so it's truly out of sheer luck when he nails it and Okarun wails.
Jiji groans and tries his damn best to keep pressing against that spot as he loses his own reins and pounds Okarun into the floor. It's absolute bliss, and he doesn't think he can go any further without this feeling anymore. He's heaving, sweating profusely as he grips Okarun's legs and folds him even more under his weight. He wants to be deeper, tighter. Not leave a single spot inside Okarun unknown to him, but he can't stop himself anymore from cumming.
"I-I'm gonna..."
"Hnng... Jiji, Jiji!"
That does it. Jiji blacks out as soon as Okarun clenches around him and shudders violently, cumming untouched. His own dicks throbs wildly as it spurts long ropes of cum inside Okarun. He makes a pathetic whiny sound when it starts becoming too much, too long, and he doesn't know if he wants to get away or stay longer inside Okarun milking his dick. His brain having turned into liquid.
When he finally pulls out, Okarun makes a broken sound, followed by Jiji's groan as all his strength leaves his body and he sags against the other. He's probably too heavy, and Okarun groans painfully beneath him, but Jiji's whole body feels like it's vibrating. He feels bone deep tired but also deeply satisfied. Slowly, he looks up at Okarun and catches his eyes, looking down at him with something too close to incredulity, before he adverts them away, blushing deeply.
"You're heavy." Okarun points out, pouty, and Jiji smiles to himself.
He's sure he's supposed to say something sensible now, but again, his brain has logged off for now, so he only hides his face on the crock of Okarun's neck.
"Don't believe you."
"But you are!" Okarun complains, his legs falling open as he lets his body melt under Jiji, not pushing him away.
"Heavier than this thing?" Jiji asks, reaching for the alien dildo and sticking the bottom sucker to Okarun's forehead. It looks even more ridiculous now, bigger than Okarun's whole head, flagging around like some type of algae.
Okarun takes in a sharp breath and swats his hand away, finally shrieking in horror.
"Get off me!" He wails, trying to knee him on the ribs, but Jiji is faster, holding Okarun's arms down and not letting him take the thing off his face while his laughter drowns out his spurted out insults.
They can figure things out later.