𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆

"Are you ready, Franny?"

"Oh my God, for sure."

This could be exciting, at least for François. He had his first kiss, date, and now, he was going to have sex for the first time! He wasn't being bashful. He was immediately getting undressed, Lloyd stroking his scars. That always made his heart flutter.

"Can I ask you something?" Lloyd was sitting on the bed, taking off everything except his earrings and skirt.

The taller was looking in the mirror, fluffing up his hair with his hands. "Yeah?"

"If I say no, will you stop?"

He turned to him, his hand still up to touch his hair. Lloyd looked down, kicking his feet.

"Sorry." He tapped his earring, enjoying the vibration he got from it. "I just got scared."

"No, it's alright to ask that. I understand why." He sprayed himself with colone before sitting next to him, only wearing his boxers. "I'll stop if you want me to, just say no or something like that, and I'll won't do it anymore."

He smiled at him. "Thanks, baby." He glanced down. "Oh."

François raised his eyebrow before smirking, realizing what he was looking at. "You like it?"

"Um-"

"You can touch it." They both looked at each other. The redhead blinked twice, his mouth works faster than his brain. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you-" he gasped when he felt a hand on the area, only for it to be pulled away quickly and giggling following suit.

"You said I could!" He was smiling again, blushing wildly as the other was recovering from that, grinning. "Can you take off my skirt?"

His voice cracked. "Yeah, ok!" He took off his white belt first, fumbling with the golden buckle. He slowly took off the black fabric, the material feeling nice. He was wearing dark green boxers-briefs.

He giggled again, "Uh, can we take ours off at the same time?"

"Hehe, yeah."

It was weird, but a good type of weird. François saw him naked once, but that was only during the surgery. He didn't even stare at him like that. His eyes were too blurry, and his mind was racing. But now, both of them were taking off each other's boxers. Lloyd's was off first, and he was ok with that. He was clean shaved all over, his skin was white as snow. His smile was huge.

François couldn't speak. He was looking at a Greek statue of a goddess. He touched his boney hands, smiling and turning his head to see all angles. The other felt treasured. The only time he was naked in front of anyone was his uncle. He remembered feeling confused, almost frightened by the foreign look in his red eyes. He hated that look. But his boyfriend was almost in a trace just by his body. He wasn't doing anything wrong.

He took off the redhead's boxers. He awed at it. It had little red curls around it. It felt like a toy that he wanted to play with. François didn't know what was on his mind until he saw him grab a pencil, ruler, paper, and protractor. This fucking nerd.

"Let me just-" he held it out for him, laughing on the inside. "Ok-" he wrote his measurements on the paper and did some writing. "I could see that it's perfect." He smiled up at his boyfriend, who was covering his mouth. "It may hurt getting in, but that's just fine. Perfect width, by the way. Not too fat and not too skinny."

"Well, I payed for it." They both laughed. "You nerd." He hugged him. "Before anything, condoms or no?"

"I mean, we can't get each other pregnant." The thought of that made the other laugh again.