...neas questioned, sounding as if he doubted there was anything more gratifying than what they were doing now.
Ferb pointed at Phineas, and then spread his legs to point between them. Phineas stared, mouth open and drying. He coughed.
"Will I…fit in there?" he asked finally, blushing.
Ferb nodded, lying back on his elbows invitingly.
Gulping, Phineas walked forward and pulled his way up onto the work table, Ferb laying all the way back as he did, so that he was kneeling over Ferb on all fours. Heat rushed all over his body as he looked into Ferb's magnetic, sultry eyes from such a close proximity.
"So, do I just…go in all at once then, or..?" Phineas asked. Ferb shook his head and made big 'no' gestures with his hands. He then made pushing motions to signify 'sloooow'.
"O-oh, right. Gotchya." Phineas nodded, sweating nervousness. He didn't know why, but this felt like such a huge thing to be doing. He also didn't know why, but that excited him.
Ferb relaxed and closed his eyes in preparation. There was a pause.
"..Now?" asked Phineas. Ferb opened his eyes half-way again, but this time to deliver a flat look. Phineas grinned and gave a sheepish, apologetic chuckle, and Ferb resumed his previous position.
Recognizing the cue this time, Phineas carefully used his hand to aim himself before pushing himself forward with a strain...