Be careful with me, Love.
Otto was almost completely relaxed when Norman shifted and moved his knee in between Otto's legs. Otto just cleared his throat softly and the knee had moved back to his side. The two had been working on Non-Verbal communication and yet, Norman didn't get the hint that soft meant good, and rough meant the opposite.
"Norman. Uhm- can you-? Please?"
Otto was probably beet red and wouldn't look his partner in the eyes. Thank god Norman got the hint because Otto's mind would probably overheat if he tried to explain what he wanted.
Norman just gave Otto a smug grin that he didn't even need to show his mouth for and ground his knee up against Otto's clothed heat. Norman leaned up to softly kiss the other and smiled against his fellow doctor's lips. Otto softly ground against Norman's leg, sighing and tipping his head back a bit, his eyes closed. "Bitte Schatz, I need it." {please honey.} His voice wavered a bit but he got it out pretty well. Norman got off Otto's lap so he could take the cyborg's pants fully off, only to be greeted by thigh-high socks.
By god, he knew it was cold outside but did Otto want to give Norman a heart attack? Because he did. Norman audibly gasped and might've stared for too long, because Otto squeaked a tiny
"Norman?-Uhm..."
Norman was about to spontaneously combust because Otto just closed his legs and made the cutest sound.
And, oh god. Norman was going to the ninth ring of hell. He tugged on the waistband of Otto's boxers and looked up, asking for consent. When Otto bit his lip and nodded Norman swore that he was going to absolutely Ravish this man.
Norman pulled Otto's underwear down and was greeted by dark ginger, almost black in fact, and grey pubes. The smaller man's mouth twitched and licked a small line up Otto's slit, avoiding his cock for now. Otto pitched his hips up slightly and reached down to stroke Norman's hair, avoiding applying any pressure. He would never admit it, but Otto was very sensitive as a side effect of taking his testosterone.
Even the smallest amount of pressure to his clit usually caused... casualties.
Norman made sure that Otto was okay with him doing this and continued. He let his tongue tease Otto's entrance and slip in with a wet sound. Otto wasn't able to be soaking because of, again, his T, so just being this wet was absolutely gushing to Otto. His tentacles latched onto the back of the couch for support as Otto pitched up his hips again yet more forceful and grabbed Norman's hair. "Scheiße, Entschuldigung. bist du in Ordnung?" {shit, sorry. are you Okay?} Norman just made a muffled laugh and said "Yes, of course. I'm not made of glass, honey." The familiar pet name made Otto shiver a bit. "should we take it to the bed?"
Soon they were in their bedroom, Otto trying to get on his back comfortably. As soon as he was, Norman was right back between his thighs, caressing the plush skin. Otto could feel himself getting close and let out a breathy moan. Until Norman pulled away.
"Darling, may I ask you something?"
Norman inquired.
"O- Of course?" Otto replied, a little hesitant.
"May I," norman cleared his throat "Finger you?..." Norman seemed like he couldn't hold eye contact for some reason. Otto just nodded frantically 'Yes, Yes please Norman!' was what he wanted to say but his mouth would refuse to cooperate (and even if the words came, they probably would be in german). Norman went back to fidgeting between Otto's legs, licking and sucking where he deemed appropriate. Otto was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane and had bit one of his tentacles because both of his hands were busy stroking Norman's hair and grabbing the sheets. Norman had let the tip of two of his fingers prod at Otto's entrance before slowly sliding in, occasionally looking up to survey his lover's face and making sure he was comfortable, asking him if he was okay and calmly quieting Otto when he started to whimper, whispering encouraging words. Norman let the hand that wasn't busy with Otto move upwards and softly held Otto's hand. Once he was sure Otto was fully adjusted he started to thrust the two fingers at a slow pace, relishing in the soft wet sounds and moans coming from Otto.
After slipping a few more fingers into Otto and a lot more check-ins, Norman had his dick between Otto's folds, appearing concerned or maybe even a bit frightened. "what's wrong, Norm? You alright?" Osborn just chuckled " I'm trying to make sure You are, Otto." Otto just smiled and mouthed *I'll be okay*. "Wait! Do we need a condom, or..?" it was right for Norman to be wary but Otto just replied " Don't worry, I had my tubes tied years ago. And besides, I'm 52 Norman. There's not that high of a chance." Otto chuckled a bit finishing the sentence, and norman just smiled and rolled his eyes "It wasn't exactly obvious, Doctor.". As Norman pushed in, Otto's smile faded and he scrunched his eyes closed, brows furrowing. "ngh! S'il te plait chéri! Oh mon Dieu Normand! Merde!"{Please darling! Oh my God, Norman! Shit/fuck!} Norman just smiled, but soon turned into a concerned frown once Otto started tearing up. "Otto? You alright, honey?" Otto just looked up with teary eyes " Norman- N-Norman it's too much, the stretch. It- I don't know- it's just overwhelming. I- I don't wanna stop though! J-just let me adjust, o-okay?" Norman was going to sob if Otto didn't stop stuttering. It reminded him of the old Otto. The Otto that was named Octavia and didn't eat much and had to live with privileged little Norman and his family because Otto's parents passed and his uncle treated him so badly. And it hurt Norman. Bad.
But he wouldn't say that. He just held Otto's hand, slowed his breathing a bit, and kissed the man he loved so dearly.