One always remembers their firsts.
The first crush, the first kiss and the first-time sex.
What about the first heartbreak?
When all the firsts are centred around one person is it easy to erase them from the memories?
That's why it hurts so much to...
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"I've spent all of the love I saved
We were always a losing game
Small town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing game"
Arcade
(Loving you is a losing game)
By Duncan Laurence
~ Past ~
They stumbled on the bed, still damp and limbs tangled. Apo spread his thighs accommodating Mile's hips. Their hard, pulsing erections ground together.
"Nhg..." Apo pushed his hips up, pressing urgently against Mile's.
"What do you want?" Mile murmured, arms bracing on either side of Apo's head, eye boring into the flushed face.
"You." Apo panted. "I want you." He arched his neck.
"I'm here," Mile whispered, lowering his face to nuzzle Apo's throat, teeth scraping the long line from chin to the base of his throat. His tongue played at the vulnerable pulse point, tasting that honey-gold skin.
"I want more." Apo's voice stuttered. Mile's heart skipped a beat. "I want this inside me." He thrust his hips up once.
"Are you sure?" Mile asked. "We can take things slow. There's no rush."
"I've been waiting for so long." Apo sank his teeth into his plump lower lip. "And I want you to be the one....." He sighed as Mile's mouth sucked in a hickey at the side of his neck.
Mile stopped what he was doing and lifted his head.
"Got any lube?"
"Hmm..." Apo nodded. "Third drawer." He pointed with his hand.
Mile rose off Apo's body and strode to the drawer, retrieving the bottle of lube. He rummaged in his bag and collected something, which Apo assumed must be a packet of condoms.
He watched Mile's fully naked form walk around the bedroom, as confidently as a fully dressed man.
He was back between Apo's thighs, spreading them wider and lifting them up to wrap around his hips.
"I'll try to be gentle." Mile drizzled some clear watery substance in his fingers and warmed them up a little by rubbing them together.
"I'm not that delicate," Apo replied petulantly but, shuddered when Mile's fingers touched his entrance.
"You're not." Mile laughed under his breath and started preparing Apo.
Soon, Apo was panting hard with three of Mile's thick fingers buried to the third knuckles inside him.
"Fuck!" Apo cursed, writhing desperately, trying to ride Mile's fingers. "It's so much better when you do that." Mile chuckled touching the sensitive bundle inside him. Apo cried, scrambling for Mile's shoulders. "I could never reach it properly when I do it myself." He arched his body, shivering and shaking. "The angle was never good."
