Wren

Bonus

(A/N: I realized that I never wrote a sex scene between them, even though I wanted to. So here's a peek at what their first time looked like. Enjoy!)

{TW: Obviously, graphic smut. Also, I refer to Wren as 'boy', but I do want to clarify that he is over 18.}

Wren was sitting on the bed in their room, lost in thought. It had been six months since they'd moved back into the room after the fire, and Wren was going to therapy. Matteo had been so patient through the first few weeks, when it was a really rough time for both of them. Wren had been terrified and Matteo had been overcome with guilt, but they'd found comfort in each other and gradually opened up. 

Wren had improved so much since the fire. He'd learned to trust certain people, he didn't think of himself as worthless anymore, and he was no longer afraid that Matteo would hurt him. It had taken a lot of effort from both of them, but Wren was so much better now.

Matteo came in, smiling gently as he walked over to Wren, who was so spaced out that he didn't notice him come in.

"Watcha thinkin' about?" He sat on the floor at Wren's feet, watching him jump as his deep voice brought him back to the present.

"Just. . . the cranes I made. . . I'd like to make more, but. . ." 

"You're scared." Matteo finished for him. Ever since that day, Matteo hadn't lit a single cigarette. And Wren hadn't made cranes, which he'd always loved to do.

Wren nodded. Matteo scooted closer, spreading Wren's knees with his large hands, and leaning his head onto one of Wren's thighs. He looked surprised, but didn't push Matteo away.

"I understand, puppy. It's hard to do something like that." He moved his hands up and down Wren's thighs in a soothing gesture. He felt a quiver run through Wren and looked up.

A scarlet blush tinted his cheeks as his small hands moved a pillow to cover himself. Matteo smiled and bit his lip. This had happened a few times, but he hadn't wanted to rush him so he just let him be. 

"Aw, do you like your thighs being touched?" He teased. They'd kissed before, but hadn't gone very far beyond that. Matteo slid his hands dangerously high, knowing Wren would stop him if he was uncomfortable. He didn't.

Wren moaned slightly and his hands clenched the pillow. "I think. . . I think today. . . I'm ready," He stammered, grasping one of Matteo's hands with his own.

Matteo was surprised. "Are you sure? You always say not yet. . ." He was dying to have that kind of experience with Wren, but had always made sure not to push. So this was sudden.

Wren nodded and slowly pushed the pillow away, revealing the bulge in his sweatpants. "I want to try." He was gaining confidence, and Matteo could feel his own arousal tightening his jeans.

"Okay, but promise me you'll tell me if it's too much?"

"I promise. Just. . . go slow."

Matteo grabbed a remote from the nightstand and dimmed the lights, earning a giggle from the boy. He reached up and played with the waistband of Wren's pants, sending small shudders through him. "You sure?" Matteo locked eyes, wanting one last reassurance. Wren nodded.

Matteo untied the strings and pulled the pants off, along with the boxers. Wren blushed again. Matteo advanced slowly, trailing small, lingering kisses as he worked his way up Wren's thighs and closer to his erection. He licked the length, making Wren hiss and grab fistfuls of Matteo's hair. His hips bucked forward when Matteo closed his lips around the tip.

He took his time; kissing and licking and sucking; bathing in the moans Wren was giving him. He went faster and faster until Wren was on the edge, then pulled his mouth away, leaving Wren's dick twitching. Wren whined, and Matteo quickly placed a finger over the boy's wet lips, shushing him. 

He gently crawled up and pushed Wren back by the shoulders, making him to lie down on the bed with his legs still hanging off. He straddled him, and placed tender kisses on his lips and neck as his hands removed Wren's shirt. 

Matteo broke a kiss only long enough to whisper, "Take my clothes off." To which Wren obeyed, pulling Matteo's shirt over his head. The second it was past, their lips were reconnected. Wren fiddled with the button and zipper on Matteo's jeans, undoing both and pulling them down.

Matteo broke free from the kiss and got off, sliding off the bed to stand on the floor and yanking his jeans off. He was back on top in a heartbeat, this time with a warm hand wrapped around Wren's dick, pumping it slowly. 

After a few moments, Wren felt something warm and slick rubbing at his hole. Matteo was starting to prep him. He gently pushed a finger inside, causing Wren to gasp and his hips to rock forward. 

Matteo continued to slowly finger him, adding another when he was ready. Once he made it up to three and the groans had turned to moans, he gently pulled his fingers out. "Flip over, puppy."

Wren obeyed, his bottom pressed to Matteo's erection as he got on all fours. Matteo rubbed his back with one hand and applied gel to himself with the other. 

"You ready?" He asked, unable to hold back any longer. 

"Mhm," Wren moaned.

Matteo needed no further invitation. He gently pressed his dick up against Wren's hole, gaining entrance after some pressure. Wren gasped and flinched forward, but Matteo went gently and slowly and soon Wren was lost in pleasure. His arms gave out and he lay with his face in the soft sheets, his legs trembling as Matteo slowly picked up the pace. After a few minutes, Wren's body was being bounced by Matteo's thrusts.

He listened to the boy's moans, wondering how such beautiful sounds could come from a human being. It turned him on. He reached up to run his fingers through Wren's hair as he continued to pound him. 

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Wren lay prone on the bed, his limbs splayed where they'd dropped. Matteo sat beside him, catching his breath. He leaned over to check on him. 

"Was I too rough?" He asked, worry lacing his voice.

"Un-uh," Wren managed, still trembling slightly. It had been perfect. Without warning, Matteo gently scooped Wren up and started toward the bathroom, holding him like a baby as he ran a warm bath. He stepped inside with Wren in his lap, loving the way the boy melted against him. His eyes were puffy and his voice hoarse. 

They relaxed for a while, Matteo stroking slow circles on Wren's back, nearly putting him to sleep. He dried the boy and dressed him, then tucked him in bed next to him. Wren was asleep within seconds. 

Matteo smiled down at his beautiful puppy, silently thanking Wren's father for being the stupid piece of shit that he was.