Author's Note: Nikhil Banerjee was a famous Indian sitar player, still recognized as one of the greatest masters of the instrument. Just FYI. ;)


Chapter 7 ~ Like Being in Love for the First Time

To Zexion, there was nothing in the whole world apart from Demyx. Nothing else mattered. Just kissing, and heat, and the delicate play of fingertips on skin, and the way Demyx pushed his hair aside or brushed touches over his face like playing the most fragile instrument. They started very slowly, both of them all shy smiles and tentative advances and nervous retreats that made Zexion ache with impatience deep down. Then Demyx tugged him to his feet and two steps across the room to the bed…and carefully put the guitar away, all the while glancing back at him, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

Then Demyx pushed him back onto the bed, and everything was warm and close, touching and moving and getting tangled together, Demyx giggling happily as the clothes started to come off…and Zexion feeling dizzy with happiness and crazy with want and paralyzed with awkward shyness, too scared to touch certain…places…

"Is this your first time?" A soft whisper in the dimly-lit room…and a warm, wet kiss to his shoulder, and hands slipping downward from his waist.

Zexion hoped his blush wasn't obvious in the low light. "Sort of…" He mumbled.

An innocent blink. "Sort of?" Demyx's hands trailed distractingly over his skin, closer…

"I haven't gone…all the way…before," Zexion clarified through slight panting. Demyx gave him a rather surprised smile. "I've never had a relationship that lasted…long enough for that," he explained.

Demyx sat back with a mildly incredulous grin. "We've been official for two days. How long did your other relationships last?" He chuckled a little.

Zexion flushed. "No, I mean…it doesn't feel that soon to me. It just…it feels a lot longer."

"Hmm," his lover smiled. "I guess so. Since I've been thinking about this for a while…"

A long caress stroked down Zexion's stomach and he shuddered when that touch finally slipped over his penis. He could barely gasp an agreement, "Yeah…s-since April…"

"April?" The distracted hum made warm breath brush over Zexion's member. When did he move that close…? "I'm pretty sure we met in June..."

"A-ah!" Whatever explanation or evasion he'd been thinking of giving got lost as Demyx licked him. His fists clenched long strands of hair at the nape of Demyx's neck for a moment before Zexion forced his fingers to relax, trembling as he tried to let go.

The blond smiled, murmuring, "It's okay…pull all you want. Just enjoy this. I'll make you feel good." Then he slipped his lips down over Zexion with a small, suggestive smile. Zexion's legs trembled involuntarily – it didn't feel good, it felt amazing.

But on the first hard suck, it was suddenly too amazing. Gasping, Zexion automatically bucked his hips up, gripping at the sandy-blond strands still wound around his fingers. Demyx pulled back quickly, wincing. "Ow! Okay, maybe don't pull all you want…" he chuckled.

Snatching his hand back, Zexion began to hurriedly apologize, dismayed. "I'm sorry, I…ah!" He had to stop just as quickly, however, when Demyx licked over his tip once. His hands reached for his boyfriend again before he realized what he was doing and yanked them back before he could get grabby and hurt Demyx. "S-sorry…" He mumbled again.

The musician didn't seem to mind, however. He smirked. "Need something to hold onto?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached out and stuck his hand under his pillow, then paused, face almost managing a mock-serious expression, if not for a little, insuppressible quirk in the corner of his mouth. "Don't laugh, now." Blinking, Zexion just nodded, wondering what on earth was funny about this situation…

Demyx withdrew his hand and promptly presented Zexion with…an old, brown teddy bear.

Zexion's mouth was hanging open, and he couldn't quite figure out how to shut it.

"Mr. Banerjee-Bear, meet my boyfriend, Zexion. Zexion, Mr. Banerjee-Bear would be happy to keep your hands busy." At Zexion's continued, aghast silence, Demyx grinned and winked. "Don't worry, Mr. Banerjee-Bear isn't shocked by much. He was there when I lost my virginity, so he'll be happy to help you while I take yours." When Zexion still couldn't figure out how to move – making love while there was a teddy bear in the bed was striking him as edging toward some kind of weird line – Demyx just pushed the bear into his hands and got back to what he'd been doing. At that, Zexion didn't have much choice – his hands closed tightly around what had been shoved into them as wet heat engulfed his erection again.

His fists squeezed Mr. Banerjee-Bear, crushing the poor stuffed animal as Zexion's mind was almost instantly emptied by waves of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt…or imagined feeling, for that matter. He grasped at the toy desperately, trying to cling to his slipping self-control…but it didn't help. Far too soon, the sudden rush of orgasm took him by storm, and he came without warning into Demyx's hands and mouth. It was so sudden, he didn't even realize quite what had happened until he'd had a minute to get air back into his aching lungs.

A quick analysis, as soon as he could think, made Zexion embarrassingly aware of just how fast that had been…but he was only beginning to blush again when he noticed that Demyx was doing something…else. Watching Zexion with a sultry smile, he moved his saliva and come-coated fingers behind…and his breathing got suddenly heavy and his eyes dark with lust and his smile was incredibly sensual and Zexion realized all at once what Demyx was doing.

He was fingering himself.

A swallow. "Are…are you…uh-uhm." The question died as Demyx arched his back to reach further, lips parted and glistening.

"Yeah…just stretching a bit. Be with you in a second." He smirked faintly.

Mr. Banerjee-Bear got an unintended squeeze. "Are you sure you want…you know…"

A quick nod. "I like being entered. And your first time will be a lot easier this way. Unless you really want to bottom." He winked again. "I can accommodate that too."

"It's…fine…" Zexion cleared his throat, trying to get some strength and manliness into his weak voice – forgetting that any manliness he did manage would only come off even more comically as long as he continued to clutch the teddy bear. That thought didn't occur to him. Watching Demyx was too arousing, and it was stirring heat in his body again. His arousal wasn't as immediate as the first time, but given another few minutes in bed with Demyx, Zexion would definitely be hard again. Demyx was so enticing, covered in a sheen of sweat, muscles deliciously tense, his whole beautiful body on display, such a turn-on it was almost enough to make him… Zexion quickly grasped at straws, looking for something else to focus on. "You had…I mean, uh, wh-when was your f-first time?"

Shifting closer, Demyx licked his lips. "Mmmm, a few years ago I guess."

"Have you had many l-lovers?" Please say no…

Demyx cocked his head to the side. "Not a lot…but I've had several boyfriends, and a few that didn't really qualify for that." Then his smirk widened again. "I've never had a virgin before, as far as I know, and I don't think I've ever liked anyone else quite as much as this…so I'm really looking forward to what comes next."

Zexion thought he knew, but he didn't know what else to say, so he asked, "What…comes next?"

His boyfriend stopped what he'd been doing and crawled sensuously forward, gliding up Zexion's body to kiss him, then moving to tongue lightly up his neck. "I want you." Hot breath against his ear. "Do you want me?"

Zexion moaned softly, his hands shaking as he nodded…

"Say it," Demyx gently insisted. "Say you want me."

Swallowing, face burning, Zexion found it suddenly difficult to inhale. "I…I w-want you."

Another smiling kiss. Encouraging. "You do?"

"Yes…" His voice gained strength. His body felt on fire. "I want you." I've wanted you for months… "I can't wait anymore."

The warmth in Demyx's smile fully approved of the demand. And then Demyx was straightening, and straddling his hips, and watching him with a breathless grin as his hands guided Zexion into his body… Dear God. He'd never felt anything like it. It was hot, and tight, and Demyx watched him the whole time as he lowered himself, his expression a lustful grin or an adoring smile or something in between the two. And Zexion watched back, unable to tear his eyes away from Demyx but clueless about what to do. It took all his concentration not to come again just from the feeling of being inside Demyx.

Before he could even really collect himself, Demyx was moving. He rose up slowly on his knees and began to slowly ride Zexion, still wearing that sultry smirk as he made Zexion rapidly lose his mind. Zexion shuddered and moaned and couldn't control his responses at all, and he didn't realize he was still clutching Mr. Banerjee-Bear and it didn't occur to him to touch Demyx back, and Demyx barely began to increase his pace just a little…and Zexion was hit with another shockingly sudden orgasm that he didn't see coming and couldn't hold back. He could only cry out Demyx's name, trembling all over as he again came embarrassingly soon.

When he could breathe again, he became aware that Demyx had stopped and was watching him, waiting. Zexion was about to start stammering another apology, but Demyx just leaned forward and kissed him, smiling sweetly. The touch of his lips distracted Zexion while Demyx lifted himself and let their bodies part naturally, and then he was whispering against Zexion's lips.

"Thank you, Zexion. I wanted to see that…thank you for letting me be your first."

It made it hard to feel awkward about his lack of stamina when Demyx put it like that. Still…

"You…I'm sorry…you haven't, ah…" Zexion couldn't see, but he could feel Demyx's erection sandwiched between their bodies, pressed low against his stomach. He wondered if he should do something…he wanted desperately to return the pleasure, but he wasn't sure what Demyx would like…

And then his boyfriend just shrugged, grinning. "I will. Don't worry about it. Everybody's fast their first time. It's not like we're born with the stamina to hold an erection for hours," he teased, reaching to take Mr. Banerjee-Bear out of Zexion's hands. Suddenly realizing he still clutched the toy, Zexion let go like he was dropping a hot potato and blushed. But words of response utterly failed him when Demyx pressed their bodies close again, kissing and nuzzling Zexion neck and…and grinding his hips forward against Zexion's abdomen.

Then Demyx was taking hold of himself and stroking hard and fast, and Zexion was shivering and unconsciously slipping his arms around Demyx's shoulders as he listened to the little grunts and pants of pleasure his lover made as he quickly brought himself to orgasm too. And the soft little breathless gasp at the end – "Zexion!" – made his heart stutter with adoration. He wasn't really thinking of his embarrassment anymore, or worrying about what he should have done or shouldn't have. He was too busy trying not to make a total fool of himself and break down in uncharacteristic tears at how wonderful it felt to make love with Demyx.

With a moan of bliss, his lover finally collapsed beside him, oozing contentment as he stretched and wiggled closer until he was half on top of Zexion. Demyx's face, inches away, was beautiful, beaming sleepily at him as Demyx murmured, "Mmmm, did you enjoy that as much as I did, Lover?"

It was so hard, in that moment, to keep from blurting out something crazy. Zexion's rational side absolutely insisted that it was too soon to say those words, even if they were true and he was madly in love with Demyx. He knew he needed to wait. He couldn't put that kind of pressure on Demyx, right at the start of a relationship. But for the longest moment, I love you, I love you, I love you so much was all he could think of, so it took Zexion a while before he could answer with something a little less obsessive.

"I…yes. Very much. N-next time…that is, I'll try to get better. To…make it better for you." Even if Demyx seemed happy with this, Zexion knew he hadn't done much – other than rearrange Mr. Banerjee-Bear's stuffing – and he did want to learn how to please Demyx, so that his boyfriend wouldn't have to do everything for both of them. And also a little bit so that Demyx would think he was the best man he'd ever had and never get bored and start wanting another new boyfriend.

With that goal in mind, Zexion would certainly have a step-by-step plan soon formulated, and an early goal in that plan would probably be "working up the nerve to touch Demyx's penis." But for now, he was too sleepy and happy to think. And Demyx was mumbling sweet things in his ear, saying how he didn't need to worry because Demyx liked him already, and what they had was good, and it was definitely only going to get better…and other soft, soothing words that just deepened Zexion's satisfaction and made him relax that extra bit so that he didn't feel awkward about falling asleep next to someone when they were both naked.

It was okay. It would be even better. Demyx made everything…perfect.

~o~