Things Are Not What They Seem

Part 15: After Our First Date

( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I've never written full on smut, so this should be fun, it's gonna be so awkward tho, writing about fingers in butts, and dicks in there too, everything will be in Nico's butt, so warning there is SMUTTTTTTT)

We walked back to his cabin, and he seemed so happy and filled with joy.

"That was AMAZING! I've never had anywhere near that much fun! It was delicious too and the lady was so nice and wow it was just the best date ever, and I owe it all to you."
"Aww, thank you Sunshine, you're so sweet and cute."

He blushed, and kissed me.

I kissed back passionately, making him kiss back harder, it was like a contest for who could kiss the best, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna lose this.

I licked his lower lips asking for entrance, and once he obliged, I quickly stuck my tongue into his mouth and started to explore his mouth.

After a heated make out session, we pulled apart and his face was tinted a rosy pink, and I smiled.

"Where would you like to continue?"

He tensed, and I could feel how uncomfortable that made him, so I started listing the places, that way he knows and doesn't have to think about it. I'd like him to choose, because he deserves it.

"We could continue in bed, on the black carpet, in the bathroom, against a wall, in the shower. Any of those options appeal to you?"

He let out a shaky breath, and I pulled in for a hug.

"Hey it's okay...if tonight is not the night that's okay, if we never have sex that's okay. I want you to feel uncomfortable okay? Your choice matters."
"Umm...I've never done this before...that's why I'm so nervous."

Ohhhhh...

That makes WAY more sense.

I smiled lovingly at him.

"I'll take you through the process, but sense you're unfamiliar with sex, would you like me to choose?"
"Umm I guess wherever is most comfortable?"
"I like the bed for that."
"Cool."

I could tell he was very nervous, and I was kind of nervous too...it was the first time I'd done it with a guy.

But I was completely safe, and prepared for this.

Lube, condoms, and I locked the door to his cabin, hoping to the gods that Hazel wouldn't knock on the door.

I smiled warmly at him, and got out all of our protection and stuff to make it less painful.

So we walked over, I could feel the awkwardness coming off of him, and lots of embarrassment too.

We sat on the bed, for minutes, of silence. We did not speak a word.

I saw him steal glances at me a few times, I smirked when I caught him in the act, and I moved closer to him.

"So, are you ready to get physical?"

He turned completely red, and I laughed. He nodded quietly, and I knew that I had to start, no matter how awkward it would be.

I started by kissing him softly, and eventually becoming more passionate. We started to French kiss, and then the real sexual actions began.

I started to bite and suck lightly on his neck, leaving little hickey's in not so visible spots, because Hazel would have FREAKED.

He let out small moans when I sucked on his neck, and this was one certain place he moans louder than usual at, so I sucked harder there.

I felt him heat up, and I could tell he was already getting hard...

I stopped biting at his neck and started to take off his clothes and my own clothes too, until we were just in our boxers and bare skin.

Vulnerable.

That's what we were.

His figure was slim, and absolutely gorgeous. I was in awe.

He was shy too, adorable, I wanted to cuddle him, just hold him in my arms.

But lust took over, and all I wanted was this hear him scream my name.

I remember feeling his hot skin, brushing over it with the tips of my fingers, enjoying how silky it felt and how he blushed at the mere touch...

I loved his cute little blush, and when he was too shy to speak.

I reached down and gripped his bulge hardly, to surprise him at the sudden burst of pleasure.

He let out a big moan, and he hid his face in his hands at that.

I pushed away his hands, and looked into his dark brown eyes.

"Don't feel shame, or embarrassment at we are doing. There is us. Only us. Nobody to judge or hate, there is just two bodies pressed together lovingly in the big big world."

We continued.

I touched him, and he became louder and louder, his moans bouncing off the walls and into my ears I heard it all and I was beginning to get so hard it was painful. He noticed my discomfort, and slipped a hand into my boxers, and pleasured me for a bit.

It felt nicer. I felt alive.

These moments were more for us so that's why I'm kind of keeping it clean, so I'll just leave it at that.

We had great sex, and there was lots of cuddling afterwards, and we slept together in both ways.

Together. Always. And that was that.

In those moments of where I filled him with pleasure and he saw stars before his eyes and the moments of pleasure that we thought would last forever and did not, we were so grateful for them. The moments we truly felt alive were the ones when we were together, and crying out in the pleasure of pleasing each other.

I was myself in those moments.

No lies, no fake ness, I was me.

We had to clean up a lot, but that was okay. We were together.

After all that cleaning we earned a good nights sleep, and we cuddled in our boxers, and slept under the stars.

(HAHAHAHA NOT TOO SMUTTY EH???? IM OK WITH THIS)