I Want To Hold Your Hand - McLennon

All You Need Is Love

{a/n, here's part two of the smut from the last chapter, so this all takes place as it did in the last chapter. enjoy uwu}

{Paul's POV}

W-What do you mean?"

"...Just get on your hands and knees, Paul. It'll be a surprise."

I shakily get onto my hands and knees, just like what I'm told. I watch John grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand.

"J-John?"

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure I'm careful."

"...Thank you."

I watch him rub a generous amount of lube into three of his fingers. I start to quietly whimper.

"Paul, baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm...scared."

"You've never done anything with a boy, have you?"

"No, I-I haven't."

"Well...neither have I, but I can try my best, and so can you. Just trust me with this, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

I feel one of his fingers teasingly circle around my entrance. I quietly moan as soon as his index finger enters my ass.

"Paul, pipe down."

"Sorry."

He pushes his finger into me a little bit, and I try my best to suppress a moan. He moves his finger around me a little bit, and I try my best to not throw my head back and moan.

"Paul, I want you to tell me when I can add another finger to you, I don't want to hurt you."

"Please, please add another finger. God, it feels so good."

"You sure?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm 100% sure. Please, John, I love it when you make me feel like this."

"...You're so cute when you beg."

He slowly adds another finger to me, and I let a loud moan escape my lips.

"Paul, for fuck's sake."

"Sorry, but...you make me feel so good. I-I can't control it."

He starts to make a scissoring motion with his two fingers, and I try my best to repress a moan. He scissors his fingers a few more times before asking me, "Paul, can I add another finger? Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes, yes, please."

"Don't say these things just because you want it, take some time to tell me if it's still hurting. I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me. You can add another finger."

I feel him add another finger to me, and I let another moan free from my lips. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt like hell, but it's worth it. I know I'll like what's coming.

"Paul, you're so bloody tight, how does this not feel like hell is being raised?"

"I-It feels really good."

"...I can make it feel even better."

"Please, do."

He pulls out all of his fingers out of me, and I quietly whimper.

"Paul, baby, don't whine. I'll make you feel good."

"Please, please do it already. I need to feel you."

"...You're so cute when you beg like this, Paul. I wish I could hear you like this every single day."

"Please, for fuck's sake, make me feel good. I need you inside me right now."

I watch him put lube onto his pulsating dick. My mouth is hanging open.

"J-John, h-how big are you?"

"Would you like to find out?"

"Yes, please."

I feel him circle himself around my enterance. I quietly moan as soon as his tip enters me. He slowly pushes the rest of himself into me. I throw back my head and moan. He slightly tugs on my hair, and I loudly moan.

"John~"

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes~ I love it."

He starts to slowly move in and out of me. I moan as soon as he sits something deep inside of me.

"John! Oh, do that again."

"I take it that I hit your prostate?"

"Y-Yes."

He starts to speed up. We both moan every time he hits my prostate. After he hits my sweet spot a few more times, I familiar feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.

"J-John, I'm close."

"I am too."

He hits my prostate one more time, and I release my cum all over my stomach and the sheets. I let out an ear-piercingly loud moan. John releases himself into me as soon as my climax finishes. He slowly pulls out of me. We both flop down onto the bed.

"...Paul, baby, we need to clean up."

"No, not now."

"Yes, now. We need to get the sheets cleaned, and we need to get you cleaned up."

He picks me up off of the bed, and he carries me into the bathroom. He starts the sink, wets a towel, and he starts to wipe my chest with the towel.

"...Thank you."

"It's not a problem, Paulie. You need to be cleaned up."

He eventually gets everything off of me. I shakily get off of the loo, and I walk back into the bedroom. We start to take off the sheets. He takes the sheet downstairs, and he throws the sheets into the washing machine.

I hug John and murmur, "Thank you, John."

"Don't thank me, Paul... I hope I didn't hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me. It felt nice, actually."

"...I love you."

"I love you too."

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a/n i hope y'all liked this chapter lol. i'm to lazy so thanks to Rogerina_is_god for writing this chapter for me (again) and leave ideas on what my next chapter should be about uwu