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So far, sex with Kevin had been going swimmingly.
They hadn’t yet progressed any further than just hands and mouths and some very eager grinding, but neither really seemed to care. It was a rarity that they got a moment alone anyway, so half the time they wouldn’t even get their clothes off before it was all over – their repressed religious-teen-boy sex drives were a match made in, well, heaven. So they lived on their own little libido-driven schedule.
And Connor McKinley loved schedules.
He also loved routines, and had become very comfortable with the other routine they’d created: acting civilly around the other elders as to be respectful, then practically jump each other the moment they’re gone.
Though there was one night Kevin had gotten a little too excited during a very cuddly movie night and decided to (extremely unsubtly) excuse the both of them to the bathroom, which was met with a spectrum of highly judgemental faces. The other elders had all made it well clear that, while it was a little difficult to get used to, they were alright with Connor and Kevin being together – they just weren’t alright with being so aware of it.
(Arnold just yelled, “You go get ‘im best friend!” as he did every time.)
They had also been on a total of three dates within the past month, which weren’t exactly the kind Connor had pictured growing up, but were improved greatly by Kevin’s company. Their first date had really just been a casual walk around the village that they had decided to label as a date, though ended more as a chore when Gotswana asked for help in the clinic.
The second had been in the house while most of the other elders were in the village – most, because though Kevin had repeatedly tried to bribe Arnold out of the house to hang out with Nabulungi, the boy stuck by his favourite rule. They had turned their shitty little radio on to some classical AM channel, and Connor (somewhat successfully) taught Kevin how to slow dance.
The third date was a considerably more standard picnic beside the lake nearby the village, which ended with Kevin asking for Connor to give him head and Connor responding in no uncertain terms that he would never in this life have sex outdoors. Kevin was pouty for the rest of the night.
Overall, their relationship was running pretty steady – Connor couldn’t be happier. And then Kevin had asked how Connor would feel about going a little bit further.
“Penetration?”
Kevin nodded, grinning. “Anal penetration. It’s the, uh, gay way of having normal sex.”
“Right.” Connor rubbed his eyes. They had been halfway through a very hearty make-out session on the common room couch, where Connor was happily being crushed under 200 pounds of boyfriend. They had stopped worrying about the others walking in on them strictly kissing fairly early on, but Connor still had a habit of glancing towards the door – Kevin’s solution for that was simply to kiss him even more. Now, Connor used his palms to lightly push Kevin away so he could sit up against the armrest. “Are you sure we’re ready for that?”
“It’s alright if you’re not!” Kevin waved his arms frantically. “I’m not saying we have to do it right now, just – I’m saying it’s an option.”
“I appreciate that, but I was more so worried about you,” Connor said softly, poking Kevin in the chest. He wasn’t going to admit out loud the feeling stirring between his legs at the proposition. “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
Kevin’s brow furrowed as he made a confused smile. “I literally just suggested it. Why would I not be up for it?”
“I just wasn’t sure if you’re still entirely okay after what happened with the General.”
“What does that have to do with – you want to fuck me?!”
Connor flushed. “Why are you saying that like it’s such a wild idea?!”
“I’m just saying, that of the two of us, the one you’d more expect to be on the … receiving end would be–”
“Oh you know that’s not how it works,” Connor scolded, crossing his arms. “I’m not the girl of this relationship.”
“Well – ’course not. I probably wouldn’t be dating you in the first place if you were.”
Connor blinked. “We’d still have been best friends though. If I was born a girl.”
Kevin nodded. “Hundred percent.”
Either his eyes were starrier than usual today, or Connor was just falling in love.
“Do you think that you being gay would make you a straight girl, or would it just translate your gayness into being a lesbian?”
“Can we please get back to what we were talking about?”
“Right.” Kevin slumped down so he was resting his head against Connor’s chest, forcing a little oof out of him. The boy was like a labrador that thought he was a lapdog. “I’d never really considered it in that way. And, well, to answer your question, I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with … anything going up there again. Maybe in time. But you’re right, not right now.”
“Mm. So you want to penetrate me?”
Kevin’s eyes glazed slightly, clearly dipping into a quick daydream. “Yes please.”
Snorting, Connor’s hands carded through Kevin’s hair. “I guess I could try it. I had also always imagined it the other way around, but as long as it feels good.” He cupped Kevin’s cheeks in his hands and tilted his head up to look at him. “And makes you happy.”
Kevin beamed.
***
They decided they would do as much research as they physically could into penetrative sex before making any moves – which proved itself rather difficult with their lack of internet access, constituting in some very uncomfortable conversations with the villagers. Kevin had managed to charm Asmeret into giving him some lube, for which she refused to explain why she had it (despite giving him a list of tips, tricks, and advice) and then they reached their first roadblock when they realised that condoms were likely a no-go.
Kevin was willing to shut it all down then and there, but Connor persisted – they were both virgins, the odds were in their favour. He had to admit he wasn’t entirely certain on how STI’s even got transferred in the first place. His first complaint towards the Church upon returning to the US would be to allow LDS members to have Sex Education.
And so, as prepared as they could be, they sent the elders to throw a party in the village that night to celebrate a holiday they’d asked Nabulungi to come up with. Arnold had originally, and obliviously, said he would stay and hang out with his ‘anti-social friends’ until Kevin told him he would be able to dance with Nabulungi and the boy was off like a rocket.
Connor and Kevin had their rickety little dorm bed to themselves.
They had been kissing all the way to the room, where Connor swung them onto the bed, lying sprawled beneath his boyfriend. Kevin let out a sort of giggle, before kissing down Connor’s jaw to his neck, where he pushed his collar to the side, opened his mouth and sucked.
“Oh yeah,” Connor sighed. He threw his head back, winding both hands into Kevin’s hair and gripping enough to give a gentle pressure.
Kevin groaned unabashedly, tightening his hold around Connor’s waist. “Jesus Christ, you want me done that quickly? You could’ve just told me to go.”
Connor snorted, glancing over to the door where he could hear everyone, albeit muffled, singing in the village centre. “Gosh that sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
“Nail in the coffin.”
“Shut up,” he cackled, slipping one of his hands down Kevin’s back. Kevin shivered. But he was starting to make some very sloppy noises very close to Connor’s ear, so he tugged him by his hair back into a kiss.
It was equally wet, but Connor found himself unable to care.
“You’re so pretty,” Kevin whispered when they broke apart. The room was fairly dark in the night, but Kevin’s eyes always caught the light in glimmers, like the Ugandan sky. Connor couldn’t resist kissing him again, maybe a bit too aggressively if Kevin’s startled little hum was anything to go by.
When they broke apart, he crawled on his elbows and knees backwards down the bed, unbuttoning Connor’s shirt and trousers and then covering each piece of uncovered skin with his lips and tongue. After a bit of trial and error in positioning himself, he was half-off the bed, planking over Connor’s half-hard dick, looking up at him with a playfulness.
Connor was busy admiring his arms.
“May I?” He leaned further over Connor’s hips, lips parted invitingly.
“Yes please,” he said with a satisfied sigh, as he wriggled himself deeper into the mattress. Then he froze. “But not for too long.”
“For no reason in particular.”
“None at all.”
Kevin ducked his head, placing his closed mouth at Connor’s tip, before slowly opening his lips as he lowered down, languidly sucking him in bit by bit. That was Kevin’s favourite little trick, and it still managed to never get old.
“Love that mouth,” Connor whined, arms flying up to grip the slightly-too-firm pillow beneath his head as pleasure shot up his nerves.
He could see how the words affected his boyfriend, as he practically melted into a very talented puddle – but ever the wisecrack, he pulled off with a pout, and mawkishly said, “But you don’t love the rest of me?”
“Why do you always have such a smart mouth when its supposed to be busy with other things.”
Kevin winked. The little shit.
He sat up on his knees and made quick work of his own clothes, posed deliberately to give Connor a show. (Connor acquiesced and gave him a little cheer and a whoop. He did deserve it – that body deserved a standing ovation.)
Then he was grabbing the tube of lube from where he’d stashed it under the bed and squirting what appeared to Connor to be an entire mountain onto his fingers.
“Isn’t that a little much? I don’t want to get the sheets too dirty.”
“Trust me. They’ll get even dirtier once we’re done.” Kevin cocked his head sassily with a bawdy grin. Connor snorted. “And Asmeret told me that you can always have too little, but you can never have too much. Better safe than sorry.”
Kevin paused for a moment with his slick fingers raised, simply staring at Connor, who bristled restlessly.
“What?” he huffed. “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to open your legs.”
Oh. He hadn’t realised how tightly he’d been squeezing them together. Tentatively, he spread them apart, until Kevin got impatient and grabbed one of his thighs with his clean hand and pushed it up and to the side to give himself access.
“Wow,” Connor mumbled. He wasn’t sure why.
“Good thing you’ve got a dancer’s flexibility.”
“God, wow.”
He was feeling a little exposed with the night air between his legs, and admittedly a little anxious at the thought of Kevin’s fingers going inside him – but this was sex with Kevin. This was one of his favourite feelings in the world.
Second to dancing, but he wouldn’t tell him that.
Kevin seemed to notice his apprehension, quickly using his leverage on Connor’s thigh to push his body up the bed and press his lips against Connor’s. His kisses were never as forceful as Kevin’s overall Kevin-ness would imply – rather slow moving lips and soft brushes of tongue, sensual in a way that left Connor out of breath every time.
As much as Kevin could get a bit up his own ass in many ways, the boy had a caring heart deep down.
Kevin shot him a smile when they parted, seemingly happy with how he’d left him melted into the bed, then crawled backwards and used one lubed-up fingertip to circle his hole, pressing against it gently.
Connor’s whole body tensed as the air was sucked out of his lungs. God, what would it feel like inside?
“You ready?” Kevin glanced up at him hungrily, before softening. “It’s alright if you’re nervous. I’ll go at your pace.”
“No, I’m ready,” – more than – “go for it.”
Kevin pressed in, and Connor hissed through his teeth, brow furrowing instantly.
“Ooh. It’s meant to hurt, right?” He grunted. As much as the lube helped with easing Kevin’s finger in, the stretch was a whole new sensation.
Kevin stilled instantly. “A bit. But if it’s painful painful then that means I need to stop. Talk to me, babe, how much does it hurt?”
“It’s burning a bit.”
“Just a bit?”
“Just a bit.”
Kevin’s eyes were gentle, flicking around his face with an attentive care that made Connor’s skin go hot.
“Alright,” he murmured. “I’ll keep going, but I’m gonna add some more lube, m’kay?”
Connor nodded. He reached out for the hand holding his thigh, twining their fingers together as Kevin kept his slow pace of easing one finger in, letting him get used to it, then pulling out, until he was gently pumping it in and out. The burn was still there, faintly, but he was beginning to see the appeal.
He made grabby hands that pulled at Kevin like a dog on a leash to give him a kiss – Kevin moved their hands so they were pressed against the mattress as he deepened it, tongues dragging like they had all the time in the world. The space was heated with their bodies and their breath, meaning Kevin’s hair was half sticking to his forehead already; Connor pushed it back with a cheesy smile.
Kevin kissed him again, seemingly as a distraction as he felt the finger inside him shift, wriggling around and clearly searching for something. Right … there, and – oh. He was gliding over Connor’s prostate repeatedly now that he’d found it, forcing Connor to break the kiss to whimper quietly as his whole body shook.
“Oh, Kevin. Kevin,” he moaned.
His boyfriend laughed softly, dipping down to mouth at Connor’s neck. “There it is. Ready for another finger?” he murmured.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
There was that burn again, sharper now, but Connor found the constant waves of pleasure were beginning to wash the pain to the back of his mind. He could only lose himself in the stimulation. Kevin’s fingers were moving, stretching him out, preparing him, getting him ready for Kevin’s cock, and Connor found himself suddenly approaching the edge simply at the thought of it.
He shoved at Kevin’s shoulder, to which his head whipped up from where he’d been very enthusiastically making out with Connor’s chest. “Huh?”
Stifling both a laugh and a whimper, Connor said, “I’m ready for you. Get inside me right now or you’re only gonna have me for ten seconds.”
Kevin snorted, drawing his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets, to which Connor grumbled. Kevin sat back on his calves, eyes scrolling over every inch of Connor’s skin, before putting both hands on the undersides of his boyfriend’s thighs and hiking them over his hips.
The fingering had been one thing, but this was a about to cross a whole new line. Connor could see Kevin buzzing over the fact, and he too found himself thrilling ever so slightly. He was committing full-on, proper sodomy. Connor had been sinning more and more with Kevin – they’d even started wearing matching patterned shirts they’d bought at the market instead of their uniforms, which turned absolutely no heads, but Connor still felt like such a little rebel – but this moment had become to him like his final rite of passage into completely disavowing the Church.
Even more lube was involved now as Kevin put a hand on himself, face pinching into that expression Connor lived to see as he moaned quietly. “God, I can’t wait to get inside you. You were so hot and tight around my fingers.”
Kevin’s forehead dropped to Connor’s stomach as he groaned, still pumping his dick.
As cute as he was, the boy really knew how to drag things on. But Connor also knew a thing or two about what got his boyfriend going – Connor put a hand in Kevin’s hair, not pulling, just resting, and said in his District Leader voice, “Kevin.”
His head popped up, eyes wide.
“Please may you get on with it?”
“Right, ‘course, sorry,” he spluttered, clambering back into position with his one hand on Connor’s thigh and the other holding himself at the base. Connor couldn’t help but smile at the red blush flowering across his skin. “You’re sure you’re ready?”
“I’m sure.”
“You sure you’re sure?”
“I’m sure I’m sure. Are you sure you’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” And then Kevin somewhat jerkily lead the head of his dick to press against Connor’s hole, which had been clenching and unclenching without him even realising. Kevin had been in the right about using so much lube, because, despite a little stretch at first, his dick was sliding right in, and–
Oh Heavenly Father.
It felt like nothing Connor had ever felt, yet somehow comfortably familiar. Kevin wasn’t huge, but he was bigger than Connor – wider, which was what had him gripping onto the bedsheets and panting for the breath that was being yanked from his lungs. But Kevin hadn’t even moved yet. He was curled over Connor’s body with his sweaty hair veiling his face, breathing jerkily with tense muscles.
“Kev?”
“Just gimme a minute,” he rushed out all in one breath. “I’m, uh, letting you get used to it.” Then, under his breath, “Fucking hell you’re tight.”
Connor snickered, pushing Kevin’s hair back again, looking into his drunken eyes. “How chivalrous.”
“You know it.” He clicked his tongue, before finally pulling out an inch and thrusting back in, working himself in deeper. “Oh.” He all but collapsed into a kiss with Connor, keeping up his pace and pulling out further and further with each go.
To say Connor was enjoying himself would be a vast understatement. He doubted he felt anything like what Kevin was feeling, but the pressure of his cock pushing in deep – brushing his prostate with every thrust but never hitting it directly in a way that it sent wave after wave of mind-numbingly gentle pleasure – God, he was torn between wanting it to last for hours, and wanting to touch his already dribbling cock to reach that glorious peak as soon as possible.
He threw his arms around Kevin’s shoulders to pull him even closer, and in return Kevin gripped Connor’s hips and angled them up and off the bed. Now, he was almost dead-on hitting Connor’s prostate with every second thrust and good Lord how had they waited this long to do this.
Their tongues were losing coordination, less kissing and more moaning into each other’s mouths, but Connor couldn’t muster the effort to care when he was being pounded so damn well. He was being pushed up and down the bed with every press, hair mussed up and feathered out on the pillow, but he only gripped onto Kevin’s shoulder’s tighter. He could barely hear the party in the village now, drowned out by the symphony that was his boyfriend – and he realised he wanted to hear that for the rest of his life.
“You’re so good,” Connor moaned, spreading his fingers out on the back of Kevin’s neck. “So good at fucking me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Kevin mumbled, using his hold on Connor’s hips to pull him into him. Connor found he rather enjoyed being used. Their faces were close enough to blur, but Connor could see how Kevin’s eyes had glazed over.
Connor was impressed he’d held out this long, though it was clear he wasn’t going to last for much longer if the repeated ‘please’s were anything to go by. He decided to give a helping hand by winding his fingers through Kevin’s hair and dragging him closer, tugging as hard as he knew he could without hurting.
“Oh, Connor, Connor,” he babbled. “Please.”
This boy would be the death of him.
Kevin quickly put a hand to Connor’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, just as his hips stuttered and then slowed. He started grinding as he deep as he could as his come spilled in pulses inside Connor’s hole.
“Oh,” Connor breathed. He felt warm inside.
Oh, fuck.
The combination of Kevin panting heavily into his neck, the hand on his own dick, and the dick throbbing and spilling inside him finally pushed Connor over the edge – little ‘ah, ah, ah’ noises forced their way out of his throat as his body jerked before finally coming over his stomach with a breathy moan, squeezing his eyes shut as each wave of the orgasm rolled over him, twitching every muscle in his body.
He almost expected to see the gates of Hell when he opened his eyes.
His entire body felt tingly, head-to-toe, and he was far more out of breath than he had been in any other form of sex they’d tried.
The ceiling swam.
“What are you tired for? I did all the work,” Kevin panted, carefully pulling himself out and flopping onto the bed next to Connor. His face quickly found itself nuzzled into Connor’s neck with an arm and a leg tucked over his body, cuddling in as close as possible.
He was radiating sweat and heat, but Connor leaned into it, putting an arm around Kevin’s waist. They lay together for a moment, filling the silent room with panting breaths. “That was actually mind-blowing,” Connor said.
Kevin laughed hot breath into his neck. “Yeah. God, it was.”
The stillness was nice, in the wake of such a storm. A moment to share each other’s air in a tangle of bodies.
“I was worried all the work wouldn’t be worth it in the end,” Kevin murmured. “And we’d just be sitting there like ‘why didn’t we just suck each other’s dicks?’” He untucked his head, leaving their faces very close together. “But that was worth it. Worth it enough that we should absolutely do it more often.”
Connor snickered, rolling further onto his side to put a palm to Kevin’s cheek. Those damn cheekbones. “As long as you’re the one who has to come up with the reasons why we need everyone out of the house.”
“Eh.” Kevin shrugged one shoulder. “We could always just be sneaky while they’re here.”
“Sneaky? You know how sneaky has worked for us in the past.” Connor arched a brow. “And you heard me moaning my head off back there; I don’t know what came over me, I’m usually so quiet.”
“I definitely know what came in you.”
Connor glared. “Apropos of which, can you go get me a towel? I feel icky.”
Kevin kissed him on the cheek as he crawled out of bed, walking butt naked out the bedroom and down the hall.
The world felt surprisingly unshifted. Connor had just dived headfirst into one of the most glorious sins he’d experienced: yet the air stayed warm; and the party went on quietly down in the village; and Kevin walked the world as an open shell. That was the biggest difference, probably, Elder Price existing openly as a human rather than a title.
It was then that Connor glanced down at himself and realised he was just as naked as well.
“Room service.” Kevin grinned, popping his head through the doorway, wet towel in hand. “Would you like the hands-on experience, sir?”
Connor smiled back. “Does it cost extra?”
“A few kisses.” Kevin shrugged, kneeling on the bed and gently swiping at Connor’s stomach. “And at least one with tongue.”
Connor snorted. He felt fuzzy inside. “I’ll take it.”
They would settle in for bed that night sated and cuddled up in Kevin’s uncomfortable little bed, and scare the absolute daylights out of Arnold when he got home.