Regrets in the Crying Sky

Taboo

Natsu watched Gray closely, searching worriedly for the slightest hint at him changing his mind again. His hand drifted up strong thighs, slowly spreading them and rubbing the soft skin. Gray's cheeks went pink, his mouth opened to breathe fast enough, and his eyes closed tightly. Natsu picked up the bottle of olive oil and drizzled just a little onto Gray's ass, letting it run between his fingers as well, slicking them as much as he could. Then he felt down around the tiny opening between Gray's thighs, rubbing it, trying to loosen it, as well as getting Gray used to the feel of something touching him down there.

"Here we go," he warned quietly.

Fast, to overcome the initial shock, Natsu thrust a finger in just to the second knuckle. Gray's body jolted, and his eyes went wide in surprise.

Belatedly, he moaned, "Owwww. Not ... not what I thought it'd feel like," he admitted, flinching a little.

"You've never tried this?" asked Natsu.

Gray shook his head. "You?"

"No," he whispered. "Not with someone else, at least. Not ever."

"Never ... as in not even with girls?" Gray looked truly shocked. "You're a virgin? At your age?"

Natsu shrugged with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I knew I only wanted you. I'm not the sort to settle for any love. That's why it really pissed me off when you said that."

"I'm so sorry..."

"Don't even start," Natsu warned. "I'm too horny for remorse. Save it for later."

Gray laughed at that. "Fine. So are you gonna move or fall asleep on me, bastard?"

"I figured your fragile little ass needed time."

"Your finger feels so good, I want to feel more."

Natsu had expect more playful banter, so Gray's soft moan caught him completely by surprise.

Gray chuckled. "You're cute when you blush. Now move before I change my mind, pin you to the bed, and show you how it works!"

Natsu chuckled at that, and he pressed his finger in more. Gray hissed and turned his cheek to the pillow.

"Hey, you're tensing up. Don't. I can't move down here." Natsu wiggling his finger a little.

Gray gasped and jolted. "Gaah!" His eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open for a moment. "Oh God, whatever you just did, don't do it again."

"Hurt?"

"No, felt too good. I'll come too soon."

"We wouldn't want that," smirked the Dragon Slayer.

Natsu pulled out some, drizzled a little more oil onto the finger, then pushed it in again. Gray moaned loudly, not bothering to hold back. Natsu lived far away from anyone, and only a fool would be out in this rainstorm. They were wrapped up in a world all of their own.

"You're so tight, Gray," Natsu hummed, sniffing his musky skin as it began to sweat. "So wonderfully tight."

Between hard panting, Gray watched Natsu with lowered eyelids. He had wild daydreams about this moment, crazy fantasies of forbidden acts that he indulged in when he sat alone on hot days, imagining the heat was the Dragon Slayer's flaming body. Deep inside his heart, he had secretly thought of Natsu, imagined what his touches would feel like, his facial expressions, his low bedroom voice, all in a sinful dream that was shoved aside for cold reality.

This time, it was real. He felt the heat penetrating him. He felt the scorching finger going in deeper, deeper, thrusting a little more each time.