a tale of two firsts

with her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene. It starts with a kiss on the neck... with arms suddenly wrapped tight around him, pulling him into her bosom. It's not some sweet or innocent thing; it's rather direct as her lips travel all over his bared skin while her hands are finding their way under his shirt. He looks around, even though there is no one home to catch them, a realisation that all the same frightens and excites him as he asks, "Are you sure about this?"

She pauses to give him a look, the sort that silently tells him, yes, Shaun, there are such things as stupid questions. "I'll show you how sure I am."

And she does, her movements swift and knowing, while Shaun passively mirrors what he can and fumbles through it. He has the desire, but lacks the experience, whereas she has both. She has hunger and need and it intimidates the hell out of him.

His first time doesn't feel like his own. It feels more like her outlet. He'd be happy to focus on her if only he had a better grasp on how, and either she's too impatient or needy to teach him. Even when he attempts to slow the pace so that he can learn on his own, she changes it and keeps him on his back.

It's like an out of body experience, feeling like it's not enough and too much simultaneously. He tries to process what just happened between heavy breaths and beads of sweat rolling down his temple, but it's all a blur.

"How was that?"

"A little intense."

Her smirk tells him she takes it as praise, and it should be, right? Right, of course it is.

I have never known sleep like this slumber that creeps to me, I have never known colour like this morning reveals to me. It starts with a kiss on the neck... something intimately familiar but ultimately sets them in a different direction tonight. They can already barely keep their eyes off of one another on a day to day basis, never mind keep their hands to themselves in their shared company, so the kissing, the fingers in the hair, and unbuttoning of shirts is normal enough. It's not that they don't know each other's bodies, it's the extent to which they've gotten to know them so far.

There's very little discussion; they exchange looks and smiles and know this is it. They make each other laugh and moan all the way to the bed, neither of them in a hurry. That's how it feels the whole time: easy and slow without being pain-staking, because it's not about the tease, it's simply about enjoying each other.

Their first time is theirs as they wrap themselves up in each other like there is nothing else worth focusing on in the world. And for the moment, there truly isn't. Shaun lays out all his attention on his lover, and his lover does the same for him as they strike up some sort of natural balance that makes their toes curl and hearts pound faster. Shaun feels like his heart is going to burst through his chest.

There is no distance between them in the aftermath. Instead, they're collapsed into one another, trying to catch their breaths together and figure out a more comfortable resting position. How ever his lover moves, he keeps Shaun close and of course he curls against his lover to find a place to rest his head.

It's just right. It's not planned out, but it's everything he could want.