Semantics V
Simmons fingered him gently, circling with two fingers and occasionally slipping in and out, getting ready for going all the way. "You sure this isn't gonna hurt?"
"No," Grif admitted, but grinned. "Doesn't mean I don't want you to, anyway." He was rolling just slightly with Simmons's motions, unable to help the small rise of his hips whenever he was penetrated.
Simmons was already well slicked up, Grif having rubbed the oil on for him, getting him nice and hard in the process. Grif was on his back this time, his hands lighting over Simmons's chest as the two looked at one another, a mixture of desire and passion building between them.
After their last round, they had laid for a bit, talking softly. It had been nice. For Simmons, it had been solidifying himself in the reality of their new dynamic, where he was able to collect himself and relax into the knowledge that Grif was still there. For Grif, it had pretty much been waiting to get hard again. But then, he was much more relaxed doing this than Simmons was. He didn't have the same insecurities and denials that Simmons had.
The pillow talk had been nice. But now they were ready again. At least, they were getting ready.
Simmons bit his lip. "Grif?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"I... I've never had sex with a guy before."
"Shit, neither have I," Grif said. "But, well, I want to with you. I don't know why, exactly, but... god, Simmons, I want you."
"Really?"
"You betcha," he moaned, loving the feeling of what Simmons was doing to him, anticipating what was to come.
"Hey, Grif?"
"Yeah?"
He flushed a little and looked down, a little embarrassed. "I uh... I've never.. had sex before."
"What, never?" Grif couldn't hide his surprise, but at the same time, he wasn't surprised at all.
Simmons shook his head.
Grif reached up and pulled him down into his chest, kissing him softly, curling his fingers into Simmons's hair. "Well,.. you're doing great so far," he purred.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." As if to prove it, he lifted his hips again, brushing his hungry cock against him.
Simmons kissed him a few more times, then sat up again and rubbed the tip himself against against Grif's entrance, sliding it up and down a few times before centering it right at him. "Ready?"
Grif's eyes were already fluttering at the feelings that was causing to jolt through him and he nodded frantically. Simmons took a deep breath and then slowly pushed himself inside. Grif clenched down around him at first, then slowly, slowly eased up and Simmons was able to slip in entirely. Both were instantly lost in the sensations that neither of them had ever felt before.
Simmons could hardly function for how good it felt, and Grif was already half way to finishing from the moment Simmons had thrust inside him as the discomfort and pain quickly morphed into unparalleled pleasure. He grabbed his own cock, stroking it in time as Simmons began to move. He was slow, cautious, uncertain, but oh god he was good, and it felt wonderful. Soon their hearts were pounding, sweat was glistening on their bodies, their breath was coming in small pants, needy moans.
This. Now this was sex. This was undeniable, unfathomable, wondrous, fantastic, dynamic, phenomenal, mind-blowing, hot, sweaty sex.
It didn't last long, but it was amazing while it did.
Grif lost it first, covering his stomach with several deep grunts. Simmons joined soon after in response to Grif's muscles tightening down around him. He was filling him before he even realized it, doubled over Grif and moaning as he thrust twice more inside before he had to slip out.
Simmons collapsed on Grif this time, and it took a while before either of them could move or even had enough breath to say anything. Simmons felt like he was fading out of consciousness, but Grif's hands working softly over his back kept him somewhat grounded in reality. He loved Grif more than he thought possible, even with all his irritating vices and how he never listened or wanted to ever do anything. Even with his bad diet and disgusting smoking and all those other little habits that drove him mad. He loved it all.
"Hey, Grif?"
"Yeah, buddy?" he said, barely able to catch his breath.
Simmons was running his fingers through the mess on Grif's stomach, remembering how amazing it had been when he had finished in Grif's mouth. Of course, not quite as amazing as it had been finishing deep inside his body. "Let's do that again soon."
Grif let out a chuckle and kissed him. "Definitely."
Simmons smiled and then brought his fingers to his lips, curious about his lover's taste. Simmons didn't care if it made him gay. He'd be gay for this.
He'd be gay for Grif.