Prompt: Theo and Dimitri's first time, ayyy. This isn't dedicated to anyone specific because this was one of the most requested prompts. Enjoy ya nasty pervsss<3
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Dimitri and I sat on the bed together. I was curled into his side, and he had an arm around me securely.
Some movie was playing on the TV, but I was barely even paying attention to it. I nudged Dimitri lightly.
“I’m bored,” I said.
“What? But little Theodore! This is the best part of the movie!” Dimitri cried.
“Do you even know what we’re watching?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He looked thoughtful. “Not a clue. But I’m positive that this is the best part!”
I rolled my eyes and nudged him again. “You’re an idiot.”
“How rude!” he said. He rolled over, pinning me to his bed, his body hovering over mine. He brought his head down until our lips nearly touched. “Take it back, little Theodore.”
My heart rate picked up a bit and I shook my head. “Nah. I stand by what I said. You’re an idiot.”
“Not nice.” His face was so close that his bottom lip brushed against mine as he spoke. “You’re quite rude to your fabulous boyfriend, little Theodore. Perhaps I should punish you.”
“Flamboyant and kinky. I picked a winner,” I grumbled.
He bent down, kissing me. I mentally sighed and closed my eyes, kissing him back, cupping his face in my hands.
His body lightly touched mine, and I moved my arms, hooking them in his jeans and pulling him down on me harder. He parted my lips, our tongues meeting and sliding together. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring, eager.
His lower half pressed against mine as he knelt, moving his hands up under my shirt, his fingers tracing across my skin, causing me to shudder. They brushed against my scar and lifted my shirt, taking it off of me and throwing it to the ground.
I blushed at my scar, but he caught my lips with his, instantly distracting me. I pulled his shirt off, throwing it over to mine, running my hands down his smooth chest.
I let out a surprised gasp against Dimitri’s mouth as he shifted, accidentally rubbing his lower half against mine. Even Dimitri made a soft sound against my lips at the contact.
But that light contact seemed to awaken a lust inside of me. I looked at Dimitri, at his topless self, into his frosty eyes. I loved him. I loved him, and I wanted to be as close to him as physically possible, because I trusted him, and I loved this boy.
I pulled him down and moved up, rubbing us together on purpose. He let out another soft noise, surprise in his expression. He closed his eyes, sinking back into a passionate kiss with me, gripping my hips.
His hand slid, rubbing me over my jeans. I whimpered, and tensed as I felt a pressure against my leg. I didn’t have to look to know that Dimitri was having the same lust as me.
