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Warm lips stutter against his mouth with a gasp and Gris stops the kiss to bump his nose against Enjin’s. When it becomes clear he’s not going to kiss Enjin again, golden eyes find him, and Gris offers a warm smile before he softly kisses Enjin once. “You good?” he whispers.
The corners of Enjin’s mouth twitches and he gently knocks their heads together. “More than good.”
Gris hums and slides a hand up and down Enjin’s side, goosebumps prickling beneath his fingertips. “We can stop anytime.”
Fire swirls in Enjin’s gaze and he juts his chin up with a touch of defiance. “Tapping out already? Didn’t think you were that kind of guy.”
The smile on Gris’ face can’t be helped and he chuckles once, pinching Enjin’s chin to draw him closer. “Enjin, I mean it.” As if to make a point, he curls the single finger buried two knuckles deep inside of Enjin, grinding it against his inner walls, seeking out that spot that will make Enjin squirm.
In an instant Enjin trembles, body tensing around the intrusion with a groan. “I’m fine,” he mumbles. “I’m fine.”
“Uh huh.”
Sharp eyes cut to Gris and Enjin huffs, colour rising to his cheeks. “What? You think I can’t handle it?”
“I never said that.”
“I can take it.” He huffs again. “You’re the one taking forever.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Gris exhales a long, slow breath through his nose. Somehow, he is and isn’t surprised Enjin’s his same self despite the circumstances they’re in. Just as slowly, Gris slides his finger back, eyes fixed on the subtle shifts of Enjin’s face. He’s trying so hard not to squirm, wriggle or make a noise and Gris almost considers it cute. No, it is cute and he bites his tongue to keep the words buried in his throat. When he slides that same digit back in, he teases the second to Enjin’s rim, and this time, Enjin opens his mouth with a sigh. He blinks rapidly against the urge to close his eyes and tilts his head down a fraction.
Gris can’t wait to see how badly Enjin breaks when there’s a cock inside of him and not a finger.
He still can’t believe Enjin came to him with a request to take his virginity, cheeks stained a soft pink and eyes doing their best to avoid Gris’ gaze. At first, Gris assumed he’d been drinking, but when Enjin insisted Gris could smell his breath, and insisted this wasn’t a joke, Gris asked the only question he could think of, “Why?”
“Because,” Enjin squeezes out around a mumbled huff, colour rising to his cheeks, “I keep trying to do it myself but I can’t get it right. And… I trust you.”
Warmth bloomed in Gris’ ribs and he silently vowed to give Enjin the best night of his life.
So here they were, stripped down, Enjin in Gris’ lap, knees digging into the sheets either side of his thighs, arms wrapped around his neck. The first hour was spent kissing and touching, getting Enjin used to Gris’ hands on him, sliding into places nobody had ventured before before he finally pried open the lube and worked the first digit into the giver.
And as badly as Gris wants to punch that second finger into Enjin in an attempt to make him eat his words, he doesn’t. He controls himself and works on circling Enjin’s entrance, working that first finger in and out until Enjin’s melting against him. Until those fingers digging into his shoulders relax and Enjin’s finally looking up to meet his gaze.
A soft smile curls Gris’ lips up and he tilts his head down in a silent demand for a kiss. Enjin obliges him, and when the giver licks at his mouth, when he moans, Gris pushes. There’s some resistance and for a brief moment, tension pulls Enjin taut. He forgets how to kiss and Gris takes the lead. He kisses the corner of Enjin’s mouth, works his way down and along Enjin’s jaw until the guy turns his head and Gris kisses the sensitive spot beneath his ear. Enjin shivers, those muscles relax, and he pushes in again.
“Gris,” Enjin whispers.
Gris pauses, two fingers one knuckle deep. “Yeah?”
Slowly, Enjin turns his head to meet Gris’ gaze and his throat bobs with a breath. He opens his mouth and Gris sees the thoughts running through his head, the contemplation, and his mouth cocks itself into an echo of a smirk. “You don’t gotta be so gentle.”
“Okay,” Gris says matter of fact and he’s glad he insisted on using too much lube earlier. Without warning he shoves both fingers into Enjin and the guy arches with a surprised whine.
He slides forward in Gris’ lap, chests crashing against one another, and he curls his arms tightly around his shoulders, fingers finding purchase against firm muscles to dig. “H-hey!” Gris simply hums, curling his fingers until Enjin shakes and buries his face in the crook of his neck. “Gris,” he grinds out through gritted teeth and Gris slides his free hand up the curve of Enjin’s spine, enjoying every shiver the guy makes.
He’s not a complete monster and he waits for Enjin to slowly unfurl himself and lean back, throat wobbling with noises, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He waits until Enjin hesitantly slides back to give them both some room, and Gris takes mercy on him by following the movement with his hand so as to not dig his fingers deeper into the man. “You good?” He echoes the words he asked earlier and there’s a quick snap of a golden glare at him. It makes Gris smile wider and when Enjin opens his mouth, he slides in a fraction, knocking the words from his throat. “Sorry,” he teases.
“You’re an ass.”
“You like it.”
With a huff, Enjin drags his head up and juts his chin out. There’s a stubborn tilt of his head and a cocky smirk that feels a little too forced in Gris’ opinion. “I’d like it more if you stopped fucking treating me like I’m some gentle princess.”
For a long while Gris contemplates those words and he lets his gaze roll down Enjin’s frame once before he meets the giver’s eyes. “Okay.” It’s all he says before he moves, rolling them over until Enjin’s on his back. There’s momentary shock in Enjin’s gaze and Gris doesn’t give him any time to think about it before he fucks those two fingers into him. Lips wobble and Enjin glances down at the space between them. He reaches out in an attempt to snatch at Gris’ wrist and Gris grabs him first, pinning the arm across Enjin’s stomach. “Uh uh, you asked for this.”
Enjin meets his gaze and there’s a brief flash of regret, but it’s gone in the next second and Enjin forces a smile back onto his lips. He wriggles, hissing when Gris’ fingers nudge against a sensitive spot, and sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth. “Well stop wasting time and give it to me already.”
It’s a challenge, to himself or Gris, he doesn’t know, but Gris complies and fucks those two fingers into Enjin. He shudders, doing his best to arch off the bed, but the arm Gris has pinned across his stomach makes it a challenge and Enjin squirms. He throws his head back into the pillow and Gris meets his gaze. The slant of his lips tells Gris everything and he leans down, capturing Enjin’s mouth with a quick, soft kiss. “You good?”
A laugh brushes Gris’ lips and Enjin tilts his head up to knock their heads together. “I’m good. I’m real fucking good.”
“Good.” And Gris spreads his fingers apart. He slides them back in, each knuckle pushing past Enjin’s rim until Gris can’t push any further. There’s an undeniable tremble in Enjin’s frame and Gris kisses him all over again, grazing his teeth gently across Enjin’s skin until he melts and those tense muscles relax.
He works Enjin open like this, pushing a little faster than he would’ve liked, working up the pace until he’s punching those two digits into him and Enjin’s moaning. Beneath his grasp on his wrist, Gris feels every subtle flex and tension of Enjin’s muscles, feels the way he pulls and pushes, body rocking up and dragging down the bed. When he lets go, Enjin grabs at the sheets by his side, knuckles turning white from the iron grip he has.
The soft sheen of sweat glistening across Enjin’s skin makes him look ethereal and Gris leans down, licking a hot stripe up the column of his neck. Enjin’s throat stutters beneath his tongue and Gris sucks a mark beneath his chin, lathing his tongue over the same spot.
“Gris,” Enjin mumbles and there’s a silent plea in that single word, a silent demand.
“Yeah,” Gris whispers. More. Enjin wants more and Gris can’t deny him. He sits back up on his knees and readjusts his hand until he can work a third finger into the giver. The moment it’s in, Enjin snaps taut, arching off the bed with a loud, body shuddering moan, and Gris moans with him.
“Oh- fuck,” Enjin mutters and Gris looks at him.
Pale skin flushed with heat. A warm blush kissing his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Tattoos moving in time with each deep breath he takes, each tremble of his body. Muscles rippling with each shift and wriggle. And those muscles, squeezing Gris like their lives depend on it. He can’t wait to get inside of Enjin properly, can’t wait to feel how hot and tight he is.
It takes a while for those muscles to relax so Gris can fuck into Enjin with three fingers, but it doesn’t take long for Enjin to groan, a litany of curses falling from his lips. “Oh fuck it’s good. Fuck, so good. Gris. Shit! Shit. I might– I don’t– Ah fuck, fuck, fuck.” It’s cute to hear him turn into a blabbering mess and Gris wonders if he’ll render Enjin speechless once he slides his cock into him. “Wa-wa-wait. Gris, wait.” He stops moving, arches a brow, meets Enjin’s fucked out expression, and waits. The guy takes several deep, shaky breaths, uncurls his fingers from the sheets, and wipes at his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “Wait–ju-just, I don’t wanna finish right now.”
Oh.
Gris presses his lips into a thin line and tries to ignore the way his cock aches at the thought of making Enjin cum with only his fingers. Maybe Enjin will cum the moment Gris enters him and that makes his cock twitch all over again. “Okay,” he whispers, hoping his voice doesn’t portray how much he wants to witness Enjin’s undoing. “Okay,” he says again and whilst they wait, he curls over the giver to kiss his chest, soft kitten licks against his skin, working his way down to one nipple to pinch it gently between his teeth.
“That’s not fair,” Enjin whines, the words exhaled on a single breath.
“Sorry,” Gris chuckles but he turns his attention to the other side and captures that nipple in a similar hold, tugging and rolling it with his mouth until Enjin squirms and reaches up to pull at his hair. He lets go with a sigh, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub, and meets Enjin’s gaze. “If you’re up to it, I think you’re ready.”
Something bright shines in those eyes and Enjin pulls on his hair again. “I’ve been ready since I asked you. You’re the one taking his sweet fucking time.” It takes every ounce of patience Gris can muster to swallow his sigh. It doesn’t surprise him Enjin is impatient even now and he takes a breath, counting to five before he kisses the empty space of skin in the centre of the black swirls on Enjin’s left pec. “Gris,” Enjin whines and Gris sinks his teeth into the skin, flicking his eyes up to see Enjin’s mouth stutter open and closed, a fresh flush creeping over his skin.
Yeah, Gris thinks, he’s definitely going to bust the moment Gris puts it in.
He licks at the mark, admires the shiver rocking Enjin’s body, and sits back up onto his knees. Carefully, he slides his fingers free from Enjin’s muscles and watches those same muscles clench around the phantom feeling of being filled. The corners of his lips twitch and Gris wipes his hand on the sheets once before he grabs Enjin’s left ankle.
Enjin opens his mouth, brows drawn between his eyes, and Gris lifts, hauling Enjin’s ankle over his shoulder. The movement rolls Enjin onto his side and the giver goes quiet, a new blush kissing his cheeks and shoulders. A hum settles in Gris’ chest and he turns his head, presses a soft kiss to the side of Enjin’s calf, and reaches for his own cock. Whatever remnants of lube remains on his fingers, he smears it down his length, all too aware of Enjin staring at him, golden eyes following the movement.
The guy sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and Gris shuffles forward, hiking one knee over Enjin’s other leg so he’s straddling the guy. Enjin’s shoulders rise with a sudden inhale and Gris soothes his free hand up and down the side of Enjin’s thigh. “Relax,” he whispers, “take deep breaths, and tell me if you want me to stop.”
There’s a subtle twist of his lips, a faint sign of hesitation, and Gris watches it leave again, stubbornness taking its place. “I want you to stop talking already. Fuck, Gris, you talk everybody out of a boner or just pretty blondes?”
Gris knows he doesn’t mean it, that it’s just Enjin’s way of hiding his uncertainty, so he lets it slide. For now. If Enjin keeps it up he can’t promise he’ll keep letting it slide. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re a big boy who knows how to take cock like a champ.” A look crests Enjin’s face and Gris presses the tip of his cock to Enjin’s hole. It shuts him up in an instant and when Gris starts to push, Enjin tenses. “Breathe, Enjin. Just breathe, relax.”
“You… breathe,” Enjin pouts, brows still twisted into a frown, but he does. He breathes, the tension in his shoulders slowly bleeding away and those muscles halting Gris in his path, relax, letting him inch further in. “Oh– fuck.”
Biting his tongue, Gris kisses Enjin’s calf again and curls a holds his knee, squeezing it gently whilst he adjusts. It’s tighter than he could’ve ever imagined and it’s so hot, so soft, and warm, Gris wants nothing more than to slam right in. Sink as deep as he can get and ruin Enjin for anyone else.
It’s a challenge to hold himself steady, moving only when Enjin’s body permits him, and it’s an exhausting challenge. But slowly, bit by bit, Enjin slumps further over himself, head bowed, hands clawing at the sheets, sweat sliding over his skin, foot hooked around Gris’ neck, and Gris finds his way inside.
The final inch is the worst. It takes everything within Enjin to exhale a deep, shaky breath, even more to relax, slack mouth unable to stop whatever slew of noises he’d been making. If Gris looks close enough, there’s a thin line of drool hanging from Enjin’s bottom lip and he’s shaking, cock leaking just as heavily onto the sheets. Gris wonders if one touch is all it would take for Enjin to explode.
“Enjin,” he breathes out, sliding his hand up until he can hold his ankle, and he squeezes, thumb brushing over the bone. It seems like an eternity before Enjin finds him, hair a dishevelled mess, stomach shuddering as he struggles to keep himself upright. It takes longer for Enjin to nod, throat bobbing with a groan, and Gris slams that final inch into him.
A deep, bone rattling moan rolls through Gris. The muscles around his cock clench so hard he almost cums there and then. But Enjin? Oh Gris wants to commit the mess he is to memory. His cock twitches as he continues to paint his stomach and the sheets, he’s all but splayed on the sheets, body twisted onto his front, a low, drawn out whine shaking him. His shoulders shudder with the noise and when Gris tries to move, Enjin whimpers, curses, pulls at the sheets, writhes, and grunts when he finally remembers how to breathe. “Fuck,” he croaks out and the hoarseness to Enjin’s voice goes straight to Gris’ dick. It makes Enjin moan again and he lifts his head up, the corners of his eyes decorated with unshed tears. “You can get bigger?”
Oh Gris wants to fuck him stupid. Or… stupider.
But he chuckles instead and squeezes Enjin’s ankle again, kisses his sweat stained calf, and rests his cheek against the same muscles. “Only when you look really good.”
It takes Enjin a moment to remember the cocky slant of his mouth and he lifts a shaky hand up to shove his hair out of his face. “I always look good.”
“I said really good, Enjin.”
“Which is always.”
Enjin can string too many words together in Gris’ opinion and for a moment, he forgets what tonight was about, he forgets why they were in this position in the first place, and he draws his hips back. The smirk on Enjin’s face falters and Gris slams forward. Enjin drops his head to his chest again, body tensing, fingers gripping the sheets harder, and when he opens his mouth next, it’s to groan.
Muscles clench around him and Gris readjusts the weight spread through his knees. He pulls on Enjin’s ankle, pulling him closer, and the giver whines, throwing himself onto his back, elbows holding him up. He fixes a dark look on Gris but there’s no thought in those eyes, no clarity or coherence, and Gris smiles warmly. His cock twitches again and Enjin lets his head fall back, chest trembling in time with each breath he takes, and Gris shifts.
The bed dips with his movements and he finishes, one arm bracketing Enjin’s side in, the other sliding down his leg until he can press his palm to the underside of his thigh. He leans forward, forward, forward, until Enjin’s ass comes up off the bed and his leg is almost folded to his chest. Either Enjin hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care and Gris says his name once, uttering it like a command, and it snaps his head up. A moment later and he figures out the new position, turns his head, and their noses brush. “You ready?”
A smirk curls across Enjin’s face and he breathes, voice all but trembling when he speaks. “I was fucking born ready.”
Gris kisses him once. Enjin sighs into the touch and Gris rolls his hips. It breaks the kiss with a combined moan and when Enjin goes to kiss him again, Gris rocks forward. A curse slips from his lips and Gris moves his hand until he can grip Enjin’s thigh properly. Once he’s sure he’s got a good hold, he slams forward, burying himself as deeply as Enjin’s body will allow him, and Enjin slams his head to Gris’ shoulder. Hot breath fans across his skin and for a moment, Gris feels teeth.
“You can bite if it helps.” Before he can finish his sentence Enjin sinks his teeth in and Gris groans, cock twitching, fingers tightening their hold on Enjin. There’s another bite, and another, and another, and Gris forgets this is Enjin’s first time. He fucks into Enjin’s tight heat, thrusts growing harder, faster, desire swirling in his stomach with a need for nothing but to cum. To finish. To fill Enjin up until it’s too hot and too much. “Enjin,” he breathes, voice cracking.
Muscles squeeze around him and Enjin releases his shoulder, whimpering loudly directly in Gris’ ear. “I– Can I cum twice? Is that– fuck– I think– ah– Gris. Gris. G-ris.”
“Enjin. Enjin. Enjin. Enjin. Please. Please.” The tension surrounding him becomes impenetrable and when Enjin shudders so violently, Gris knows the guy’s cum again. And he spills right along with him, Enjin’s name on his tongue.
He moves his hips without thinking, the ebbs of his orgasm wrenching every drop from him with the use of Enjin’s tight muscles. It isn’t until Enjin’s whining, falling back onto the sheets with a grunt that Gris can breathe again. He sighs with his own shiver and slumps, knocking his head to Enjin’s shoulder. A wriggle beneath him reminds him he still has Enjin’s leg held hostage and shifts to ease it onto the bed before he collapses right on back, cheek pressed to Enjin’s very warm, very sweaty skin.
The silence to follow them afterwards is a stark contrast and Gris opens his eyes, watching the rise and fall of the bob of Enjin’s throat. There’s a shiny layer of saliva stuck to his lips and a dried patch at the corner. There’s dried tears streaked down his cheeks and a few fresh ones hang from his lashes. He looks very fucking good and his cock twitches with interest. Enjin must’ve felt it because he moans, turning his head with a muted glare. “What the fuck was that for?”
Gris chuckles and manages to push himself up onto one elbow. “You look really good right now.”
The words draw a lazy smile across Enjin’s face and he reaches a shaky hand up to grab the back of Gris’ neck. “Well, that was really fucking good.”
“Yeah?” And a pang of worry knocks at Gris’ ribs. He didn’t intend to take his pleasure from Enjin and guilt gnaws at him. “Was it too much?”
“Fuck no.” Enjin snorts and he tugs on Gris’ neck until he can press their mouths together, a hum settled behind his lips. “I think I wouldn’t mind trying that again.” And there’s another thought in those sex fogged eyes. “Or maybe I could fuck you next time.”
Again. Next time.
He’ll happily sleep with Enjin a thousand more times if he promises to look and sound as beautiful as he did tonight. “I’d like that.”