My Darling Lies Over the Ocean (YouTubers AU)

5. Love is a verb, not a noun.

"Well, thank god lube is basically all I packed," Ken chuckles, his nerves settling a bit at Cry's sure tone.

Cry laughs, rolling off the bed. Ken watches the swing of Cry's hips as he finds their suitcases. The brunette opens the first pocket, almost surprised by the half of dozen small bottles packed away. He shuffled through them quickly, trying to find the most basic to easy Ken into the world of bottoming. Strawberry flavored seems the least offensive, with no claims of being warming or friction activated. He takes a deep breathe, sure of his choice, before sliding into the back pocket of his jeans, planning to spend as much time as he can take relaxing Ken in other ways.

Cry returns to the bed, crawling between Ken's thighs. The raven surges forward, connecting their lips in a fiery kiss. Ken's hands naturally drift down to grab at Cry's ass, but he reconsiders, sliding a hand around to palm Cry through his jeans. Cry moans but quickly grabs Ken's wrist, trying to stay as clear minded as possible.

"No, no," Cry smirks, pressing his husband's palm against the bedspread. "I'm taking care of you, babe."

Ken nods as a nervous tingle spreads from the pit of his stomach. He spreads his legs a bit, expecting Cry to dive straight into his boxers. However, the smaller man goes instead for his neck, gently scraping his teeth across his skin.

Ken groans softly, relaxing against the mountain of pillows at the head of their bed. Cry's lips makes a trail down Ken's chest, pausing to kiss at his stomach, covered by dark hair. Ken groans louder, petting his soft brown hair, mind drifting to fantasies of those lips a bit lower.

Cry can't ignore the roll of Ken's hips, chuckling at how desperately he's searching for friction. He gently pulls down his lover's boxer, noticing the tension of his thighs. Cry tosses Ken's underwear away, placing a gentle hand on the tautest muscles. The raven relaxes immediately beneath his lover's soft touch.

Cry licks his lips at the sight of the raven's hard length, taking it in his hand and guiding the tip into his mouth. Ken groans out a swear, hips already shuttering at the attention. Cry softly presses more between this lips, loving the stretch of his lip and the salty taste of skin on his tongue as he moves hips forward.

Ken curses, absolutely obsessed with how hot and wet Cry's mouth is. He forces himself not to buck into his heat, trying his best to let Cry take control. He nearly loses it when Cry's tongue dips into his slit, moaning loudly and gripping Cry's hair. A shutter rips through his muscles, his lower stomach tightening into a thick coil of nerves.

The tremble is enough to warn Cry to stop, gently pulling off of Ken's length. Ken whimpers softly, gently attempting to guide Cry's mouth back onto his hard member. Cry kisses gently around Ken's belly and hips, blue eyes watching his husband's tightly closed eyes and wide stretched mouth.

"You're killing me, babe," Ken rumbles, voice airy and soft.

Cry shushes him, shuffling onto his knees and reaching back to grab the lube from his pocket. He pops the cap, the noise causing Ken's eyes to snap open. The blacked haired man watches Cry cover his fingers with a generous amount of lube, hating the way his nerves pull him from lust. He takes another breath, trying to pull himself back into the moment.

When Cry's fingers are thoroughly coated with a thick layer, he flips the cap back on, dropping the bottle beside his leg. His eyes meet Ken's, seeing the smallest indications of fear. Cry smiles softly, using his free hand to gently stroke Ken's hard length.

"You're doing great, babe," Cry coos.

Ken groans at Cry's strokes, hips moving to meet his strokes. The brunette takes the chance to gently rub his index finger against Ken's rim. The larger man tenses, muscles pulling tight at the feeling of something wet and cold that close to his entrance.