Wren

Part 41

Matteo held Wren with one arm as he used the other to grab some towels and lay them down on the floor of the steamy room, making a soft place for them. Then he laid Wren down on his back, kneeling overtop of him as he kissed all over the scars on his chest. 

Wren's heart raced and his breath came fast and shallow as he stared up into Matteo's eyes. It had been so long. . . "I've missed this," he whispered. 

"I've missed you," Matteo whispered back,  leaning back down to breathe in his scent.

Gently, Matteo moved down and placed a soft kisses all over Wren's chest, feeling the way he squirmed and shivered underneath him. He could feel his own heartbeat quicken, but he was determined to go slow, and not do anything that would be too much for Wren to handle right now. He trailed his lips over the lash scars that curled over Wren's shoulders, his lips hovering over the discolored lines that marred his skin.

Reaching up, Matteo slid open one of the drawers and dug through it until he found a spare bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it before he carefully reached down to slide them between Wren's legs. Wren tensed slightly at the touch, his breath catching in his throat, but Matteo kept his movements slow and gentle, wanting to make sure that Wren was comfortable every step of the way. He slowly pushed a finger inside, carefully watching Wren's face for any kind of expression that told him he needed to stop. 

 Wren's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't flinch or pull away. Instead, he let out a soft moan, his hips shifting slightly to invite Matteo in deeper. Encouraged by this response, he added another finger, stretching Wren slowly and carefully as he worked to prepare him for more.

Wren's eyes fluttered open, meeting Matteo's gaze with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He reached up to grip onto Matteo's upper arm, his fingernails digging in slightly with the effort to keep himself grounded. "More, please. . . faster," Wren moaned. Matteo leaned down and kissed him.

"Be patient, puppy. You're not ready yet." Matteo murmured back, his lips brushing Wren's gently.

Finally, when Matteo felt that Wren was ready, he reached for the bottle of lube again, coating himself with it before he positioned himself between Wren's legs. He leaned down to capture Wren's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their bodies pressed close together as he slowly pushed inside.

Wren's breath hitched at slight pain, his body tensing as he adjusted to the new sensation. But Matteo held himself still, giving Wren time to adjust and get used to the feeling. And slowly but surely, Wren began to relax, his muscles loosening as he opened himself up to Matteo completely.

As the minutes passed, Matteo whispered words of encouragement and love in Wren's ear, his hands moving over his body in a tender caress. And Wren responded in likewise, his fingers digging into Matteo's skin as he was submerged in the pleasure he'd been craving for so long. He didn't know what had been stopping him, he'd just felt afraid. Like he wasn't good enough for Matteo.

Wren's moans grew louder and more labored; he was close. Matteo held him tight as he thrust faster and faster, wanting to give Wren what he wanted. A few moments later, they both finished.

Matteo collapsed on top of Wren in a tangled heap on the makeshift towel-bed, out of breath and their hearts pounding in unison. Matteo kissed him deeply as he swept Wren's hair out of his face, staring into the cloudy eyes. "You okay, puppy? Was I too rough?"

Wren shook his head slowly, but tears welled up and spilled over. 

Concerned, Matteo sat up and pulled Wren into his lap, wiping the drops away and grabbing a towel to wrap him in. "Wren, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," Wren sobbed in his arms, tucking his face into Matteo's chest to hide from him. "I'm so sorry you had to wait for me-- you've been so patient and I don't deserve it--"

"What are you talking about? You deserve the world, baby. I didn't mind waiting. . . it was worth it to see you recovering. As long as you keep getting better, I would wait another year if I had too. Many years, even, to see you happy and healthy again."

Wren sobbed harder, but the words soothed him beyond what he could explain. All the doubt and fear and self-consciousness washed away, leaving him so vulnerable it scared him-- but he remembered that he'd felt the same way before the incident; he was able to just be himself, and Matteo loved every part of him. Even the parts Wren himself had a hard time loving.

As they sat there, wrapped up in each other's arms, the gentle glow from the dim lights bathing them in warm orange, Wren and Matteo both felt like they'd just found something they'd lost. 

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"We're still wet from the shower," Matteo said after a while, making Wren laugh as he tried to gather himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as Matteo helped him to his feet, taking the towel he offered and drying himself with it as Matteo did the same. Wren stared at the mess of disheveled towels on the floor.

"I can't believe we just did that," he said quietly, not meeting Matteo's eyes.

"Did what?" 

"Had sex on the bathroom floor. Like animals."

Matteo laughed heartily, sidling up and wrapping his arms around Wren's waist. "But you are an animal. You're my puppy."

"Eww, don't make it weird."

They both laughed as they dressed, then Wren made Matteo clean up his mess.

Matteo opened the door and the steam rushed out as light rushed in. A wave of panic hit Wren, and he slammed his eyes shut too late. He turned and felt himself crash into Matteo's arms, and he could hear something, but his ears were ringing. He clung to Matteo like a lifeline.

He was picked up and carried into the light, and after a few moments he could see it dim through his eyelids. He focused on taking deep, slow breaths until his hearing cleared. 

"Wren, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Matteo's worried voice.

"I can hear you. I'm sorry, it was just the light--" he still kept his eyes shut tight.

"It was just the sunlight, I forgot I opened the curtains for a moment when you got in the shower, but then I went in there and left it--"

"It's okay, Matteo. It's scary, but honestly I think trying to be around the light and stuff might help me, you know?"

"I don't want you trying things like that on your own. I've seen what happens when you have one of your. . . 'episodes."

He was referring to the rare times that something would trigger Wren so bad he'd become completely delirious with fear, like how he'd been when they'd first brought him back. But those fits were getting fewer and farther between.

"I won't. I just think it might help." 

"We can try if you want, puppy. But I want to be right there with you. I won't let you do that alone."

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