LoVing Two

First Time

We went to the kiosk first, where I got a box of truffles and a large iced coffee.
At the gift shop, he bought me a dark-red teddy bear that was the same shade as my hair. Once we were back in my room, we both sat on the bed, slowly consuming the coffee and truffles together. Eventually we fell asleep, our heads facing each other on the pillow and our bodies lightly touching.

I dreamt of Ezra.
We're sitting next to each other, staring up at the full moon, admiring its beauty and light, enjoying tea and chocolate, no words spoken. We turned towards each other at the same time and kissed, it was long and sweet and the chocolate on our lips mingled with our sensations. We put our arms around each other, his hand low and tight, as we began to take our clothes off, I felt something stab my side.

I awoke to find Ezra with his arms around me, and mine around him, Stephen was at the other side of the bed, an empty syringe in his hand. I sat up, trying not to disturb Ezra as I did so, and picked up my water. Stephen had taken his doctor's coat off, a blue shirt tight against his robust torso. He held out two tablets to me. "Painkillers, and that prick was full of antibiotics for the cuts." Taking them off him with a smile, I swallowed them with the water.

"Thanks, for everything, and this isn't how it looks, we were both tired and there was only one bed. He took me to the kiosk and gift shop, I asked him to. Did you want some truffles? There's a fair bit left." I curled up to let him sit next to me, and as he sat I wrapped my arm around him, cuddling his arm, watching him eat one of the truffles.
"I've been wanting to ask something." His eyes met mine as he waited for me to continue. "How old are you two?" I bit a truffle and held him a little tighter.

He put his arm around me, letting me rest my head against his chest. "I was born in 1978, but I'm only twenty-six, Ezra was born in 1995, but he's only twenty-one. We stop aging one year after we have transitioned, so you'll be 22. From a young age you have the connection, visualising the person and feeling what they feel sometimes. We feel pain when you feel pain, and when you are sad, we feel sad.

"I thought I was imagining it, all those thoughts and feelings, I thought I was mad."

"I'm sorry you felt that way."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled and kissed the top of my head, then continued.
"Ezra became a paramedic so that he had a way to get blood easily, it's the same reason I became a doctor. We came across each other in the hospital one day and just knew who the other was." He laughed. "I wanted to kill him in the beginning, but knew it was wrong. We eventually talked and got to know each other pretty well. He transitioned the year before I met him." He yawned, I was sure he would be tired.

"You need to sleep, I know you're tired, get some rest. I'll be fine, and thank you... for everything." I looked into his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, then looked into mine. My eyes slipped to his lips, and then I looked down "I'm sorry for earlier, an urge came over me, I couldn't control it and..." My lips were stopped by his mouth, hungry and passionate for mine. His tongue slipped between my teeth, I copied him, letting my tongue play with his. He slowly pulled away, his hands dropping from my head to my lower back, I looked into his eyes and they were glowing with lust.

"I'm so happy to finally be with you, you're so beautiful." He swept the hair from my face with his hand and stroked my cheek.

"I'm so happy too, I've been waiting for someone for so long, but it was worth the wait." I put my hand around his head and pulled him toward me, our eyes not losing contact, I felt my heart begin to pound.

His hand slipped down my back slowly, eventually meeting its destination and tightening, his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, I could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

"What about Ezra?" I asked. "What if he wakes up?"

"He won't. Don't worry." He started kissing my neck and then back to my lips.

I looked at Ezra for a moment... something felt wrong about this, but I was so happy to finally be loved, and my body was screaming for Stephen's. I undid his pants, his hands sending sweet sensations all over me as he started to pull down my underwear. They got to my ankles, my heart was about to burst, I felt a burning between my thighs. He pulled my gown up to just above my belly-button, his thumbs sliding across my hips, then he pulled my legs apart.

He rubbed my inner thighs gently, making the burning worse. I felt him press against me, it pressed on my privates, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the chair. His throbbing entered slowly, pulling it out a little, then slid it back in, slowly building up a pace, sending his throbbing further into me each time. I felt him going faster and faster. It was better than anything I'd experienced in my life. I moaned quietly, my head was pounding against my skull, I squeezed his sides, pulling him somehow closer, wanting more. He pulled it out and slowly put it in, I felt it press against my insides, he did the same thing a few times more, then built up a pace again, sending it all the way into me each time. My toes curled, my body trembled, my legs stiffened and my mouth was filled by his.

He then started to slow down, his lust-filled kisses slowed to multiple ones on the lips. Once he had stopped, he rested against me, my breasts pressing against his chest through my gown, our hearts pounding like crazy.

He caught his breath and stood up, pulling up his trousers slowly, I fixed my underwear and let him sit on the arm of the chair, still out of breath. Once he was relaxed again, he stood and grabbed his shirt, I followed him. Before he buttoned it, I took a proper look at his chest, it was smooth, a six pack sat comfortably in the center bottom, his skin perfectly toned. As I studied his body, I noticed he was bloody, his sides were ripped. "Stephen, your bleeding!" I pulled his shirt back off and took a better look. "I didn't...I didn't realise I..." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, I was lost in his eyes the second they met.

"Don't worry, it's just a scratch, it'll be gone soon anyway." He put his arm around my ribs and I realised it didn't hurt. I pulled up my gown to find everything fine, no swelling, no bruises and stitches with no purpose. The only impurities were the red finger marks on my legs and hips. I looked at him confused and he smiled, kissing my forehead as he sat me back down. "Sex heals us quicker, as well as speeding up the transition. He quickly looked at Ezra and an expression flashed across his face, but I couldn't make out what it was.
I glanced at Ezra, a heavy feeling forming in my stomach, so I looked down awkwardly, letting my gown fall back to my knees.

"He didn't wait, couldn't, that's why he'd be okay with this, mostly. We decided it a while ago, that if the 'right moment' came, I'd be allowed to. You know, you really are beautiful." The last words rolled out of his mouth so serenely that I wanted to kiss him just for saying it.

I kissed his cheek and rested my hands on his chest.