KILL ME HEAL ME

Chapter 17

As the kiss deepened, the heat between them intensified. Passion surged, hands roaming and breaths mingling. Their bodies pressed against one another, a reflection of the growing desire that ignited within them both.

Breathless, Tyme managed to speak Great's name in a husky voice. His gaze lingered on Great’s wet, slightly swollen lips. "Great..." he murmured, a hint of both warning and longing in his tone. "This is dangerous.

Great, undeterred, moved closer, desire simmering in his eyes. In a low, almost defiant voice, he challenged, "What could possibly be dangerous about this, Tyme?”

"I can't...," but his words were cut off as Great's lips claimed his once more. In a breathless whisper against Tyme's lips, Great responded, "Then don't." The kiss resumed with an even greater fervor.

As Great spoke those three charged words, "then don't," Tyme's restraint shattered. In one swift move, he rose to his feet, scooping Great up. With determination in his eyes, he carried Great towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

The atmosphere in the room changed, charged with anticipation. Gently, Tyme placed Great on the bed, his gaze never leaving Great's face. He wanted nothing more than to shower him with affection, to show him just how much he desired him. Leaning down, Tyme whispered, "Are you sure about this?" before gently capturing Great's lips in a tender kiss. Great nodded his eyes, never leaving Tyme's.

Getting Great's consent and seeing the seductive gleam in his eyes, Tyme responded to the  invitation with a surge of desire. Their clothing became an obstacle, Tyme began to shed their garments, leaving them bare before each other.

He then gently laid Great back on the bed, his hands roaming over his body, exploring every curve and contour as if he was committing him to memory. "You have no idea," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "How long I've wanted this." Tyme's lips brushed against Great's neck, planting a trail of tender kisses as he continued, "Every day, even just being near you, it took all my restraint not to touch you. Not to hold you like this.”

"Every stolen glance, every lingering touch," Tyme murmured, his lips finding the hollow of Great's collarbone. "It made me ache for you, in a way I can't even explain." He traced a path of open-mouthed kisses along Great's clavicle, each one a testament to his longing and adoration. "And now, to finally have you like this, beneath me…”

"Beneath me, so vulnerable and beautiful," Tyme continued, his words and touch creating a heady, intimate dance. "It feels like a dream I never want to wake from." He moved lower, his lips lavishing gentle kisses on Great's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As Tyme's kisses roamed lower, Great's body reacted with a needy mix of anticipation and pleasure. Gasping softly, Great bit his lip, his hips subconsciously pushing up in response to the intimacy of the moment.

Tyme chuckled softly against Great's skin, noting the subtle arch of his hips. "So eager," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. He uncapped the tube of lube and poured some onto his fingers, warming the gel with his touch. His eyes met Great's again, checking for any signs of discomfort. "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, alright?”

"Okay," Great replied, a soft, trusting smile. Tyme nodded, then leaned back down, returning to his exploration of Great's body with kisses and caresses. He reached between Great's legs, his fingers gently probing, seeking the tight, sensitive entrance there. "Relax," he whispered, guiding his index finger to tease and circle, gradually helping Great to open up.

Great took a deep breath, consciously relaxing himself. Tyme's finger continued to work patiently, the sensations intense but not painful. With each gentle, persistent movement, it seemed Great's body was giving in, allowing Tyme deeper access. "That's it, just breathe okay?”Tyme encouraged.

As Great's body began to adjust, Tyme gradually added another finger, continuing to whisper sweet encouragements in his ear. He praised, feeling the tight heat enclose around his fingers.

"Okay, I've got you," Tyme whispered, giving Great a reassuring smile before withdrawing his fingers. "I'll be gentle, I promise.”

As he pressed into Great, Tyme gave him every opportunity to  adjust. Once fully sheathed, he sighed contentedly, connecting their foreheads in a gesture of intimacy. Being his first time, he was caught in the moment, the thought crossed his mind, 'Why hadn't he done this before?' He began with slow, steady thrusts, gradually building in tempo. Great was a panting, whimpering mess, nails clawing at Tyme's back in pleasure. This was also Great's first-time  bottoming and he sure didn't expect it to be this good.

Every thrust seemed to bring new waves of pleasure, moans and sighs escaping from Great's lips. His body moved with Tyme's, their movements in tandem.  "Are you okay?" Tyme asked, his voice strained with exertion. Great aggressively nodded.

With a final, shuddering moan, both Tyme and Great reached their climax, their voices entwined in the quiet of the room. As they rode out the waves of pleasure, Tyme held Great close, their breaths mingling, bodies still intertwined in the aftermath.

Tyme gently caressed Great's back, tracing nonsensical patterns against his warm skin. He pressed a series of tender kisses across Great's face, his love for him shining in his gaze. "That...was incredible," he whispered, their foreheads grazing. "You were incredible.”

Great, too exhausted to even speak, just smiled.

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