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Chris had a Plan. A good Plan.
Eijun dropping to his knees in front of him was not part of the Plan.
His Plan had steps, and progression, and a slow build.
Nowhere in it was Chris paralyzed by lust as Eijun looked up at him through his eyelashes and slowly slowly slowly unzipped his pants.
The Plan had not actually accounted for Sawamura Eijun, and that, Chris realized quite suddenly, was why his plan had been doomed to failure from the beginning. But as Eijun’s hot mouth surrounded the head of his cock, Chris couldn't actually bring himself to be too upset about it.
His hands flew to Eijun’s head and really, he babbled mentally, it had been a terrible plan anyway. This was much better.
Eijun pulled off with an obscene slurp that caused Chris to twitch, and licked his lips. He crawled up Chris's body (how did he know how to slink?) and before he knew it, Chris found himself on his back staring into eyes that glowed gold in the candle light.
(Chris’s Plan had candles. It had seemed appropriate.)
"You know," Chris cleared his throat until he was fairly certain it wouldn’t break again, "I’m starting to think I might be the most inexperienced one here."
Eijun laughed, a bit of his regular personality shining through the decidedly predatory expression from before. "The internet is really educational. So it worked? I was pretty sexy? I felt kind of dumb."
Chris put his hands on either side of Eijun’s face and said, heartfelt, "Very not dumb."
"Good," Eijun sighed, and pressed his smile to Chris’s.
And here was the thing, Chris thought, their tongues sliding together as everything suddenly got a whole lot less funny: they didn’t need a plan for their first time after all. They just needed each other.
And with that, Chris flipped them over, straddling his soon-to-be lover. He had one glimpse of wide, startled eyes before he pulled Eijun’s shirt up, over his head.
"You too," Eijun demanded. Chris complied, more than happily.
Eijun raised fingers to Chris’s chest, tracing the skin so lightly Chris shivered. Chris took the hand and placed it over his heart.
"It’s beating really fast," Eijun said, hushed. The atmosphere abruptly went from playful to serious. Or maybe serious wasn’t the right word.
Expectant.
The Plan was a bust, but they were still doing this.
Chris scooted down the bed and lowered his head to Eijun’s chest. He licked once, a wide stripe up the sternum and when that elicited a gasp, he moved to the right nipple. One of Eijun’s hands settled on his shoulder, while the other rested on the nape of Chris’s neck. Tense, but not yet urging one way or another.
Chris bit down, very lightly, and Eijun gurgled, arching his back a bit.
Interesting.
Chris gave one last kiss to that nipple, and moved to the other treating it to the same attention. Almost regretfully, he moved on, kissing over each of Eijun’s ribs. Scraping his teeth down the sensitive skin got him a shuddery breath. Sticking his tongue in Eijun’s navel got him a squeal. Sucking the flesh of his tummy got him a moan and a wriggle.
Chris catalogued each reaction and each sound. He appreciated that Eijun was so very responsive. He’d never have to guess about what felt good and what didn’t.
Chris tugged Eijun’s trousers down--just a bit--and ran his tongue over the slightly paler skin he found. Eijun jerked and Chris got his very first moan.
Suddenly Chris was acutely aware that he had the boy he loved writhing under him, and that the pressure he’d been ignoring was becoming very pressing, indeed.
They had all night to learn everything about each others' bodies.
Right then, he just wanted to be part of Eijun.
With one hand, he jerked Eijun’s pants open, which Eijun then kicked off in a flurry of kicks, and with the other, he reached into his back pocket for the two small packets he’d stashed to be in easy reach.
Before, he’d thought a whole box of condoms was excessive, but as he looked down at Eijun sprawled, and completely naked, he numbly wondered if just one box would be enough.
He wanted to try everything. Right now.
"How do you--Do you want to be on top?" Chris asked. Honestly, at this point he didn’t care who topped as long as one of them got inside the other as quickly as possible.
Eijun actually blushed, and Chris opened his mouth to say that it was a bit late for that kind of reaction, when he said, "Um. I already kind of..."
Chris frowned, not understanding until Eijun hesitantly parted his legs and Chris could see the shiny smear around his entrance.
Chris doubled over and quickly clamped his fingers around the base of his cock. He prepared himself. I see, he thought hysterically, trying desperately not to come.
"Okay," he squeaked. Tried again. "Okay," he said, a bit more normally. "That’s--okay."
When he thought he was out of danger, he swooped down and gave Eijun the filthiest kiss he was capable of, too much tongue, too much spit, and the heartfelt belief that Eijun was the best boyfriend ever.
They were both breathless when Chris let up. Somehow, between the two of them--both their hands trembled--they got the condom open and on, as well as the slick. Chris pushed Eijun’s legs apart further, not able to take his eyes away as he slid two fingers inside, so easy, but still tightly grasping him.
Eijun gasped, "Feels different. Better."
Chris put in a third finger, making for a tighter fit, but Eijun didn’t seem to be in any pain. He thought about adding a fourth, just to be safe, but Eijun let out a high whine. "Come on Chris, I’m ready! Please."
And honestly, so was Chris. He pulled his fingers out and moved in, pushing forward. There was a half-second of resistance, before it gave way and he finally made it into that intense heat that seemed to pull at him, regardless of his intentions of taking it slow. It only took one long, perfect stroke before he sat fully inside, hips flush against Eijun’s body.
"Oh god." Eijun strangled, and Chris looked down, his own awe and pleasure pushed to the side by concern.
"Eijun...are you alright? Does it hurt? Should I sto--"
"No!" Eijun cried out, but tears leaked from his squeezed-shut eyes.
Chris tensed to pull away, a bit panicked, but Eijun wrapped both his arms and legs around him tightly, keeping him in place.
"What--Eijun, what?"
"It doesn’t hurt," he finally whispered, where his face pressed into Chris’s neck. "It feels full and awesome and I’m sorry I’m crying it’s just..." he trailed off. They stayed like that for a while, but the urge to move, to go was getting stronger and stronger, and eventually Chris could not stop his body from twitching forward a bit.
"Guh," Eijun said. "Move again, please."
Chris did.
Neither of them were going to last very long. He felt like he’d been denied his own orgasm forever, and the copiously leaking cock against his stomach spoke for Eijun’s own state. But Chris wanted...
Eijun still had his face tucked up against Chris, and Chris wanted to see him. Maybe it was romantic garbage, but he wanted to see Eijun’s face when he came. He wanted that romantic garbage.
He pried Eijun’s arms from around his neck and flattened them against the bed, interlocking their fingers for an anchor. Eijun’s eyes remained closed, and his bottom lip was bitten bright red and puffy from trying to contain his voice.
He was beautiful.
He released one hand, and reached down. He took Eijun's cock in hand and gave one firm stroke, and Eijun came, coating both their stomachs, as his eyes flew open, wide and unseeing.
Chris watched until they closed again, and finally let himself go too, muffling his shout in Eijun’s slack mouth.
They were a damp, sticky, smelly mess. Chris couldn’t remember when he’d felt so good, pleasure still buzzing under his skin.
"Gimme ten minutes, we are so doing that again," Eijun slurred.
"Uh-huh," was all Chris felt capable of responding with. His limbs felt like melting rubber.
He mustered the energy to pull away, wincing when Eijun made a small whimper of complaint.
He collapsed a bit to the side, half his body still covering Eijun. After only a moment or two he heard a soft snore, and Chris hid his sleepy grin in Eijun’s shoulder.
Maybe a few hours of sleep first. Then definitely round two.