Lemon warning! Don't read if you don't like.
Though I'm sure most of you are happy to see this. ;D
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Back at Gil's house, things seemed rather tense. At least to Oz. The outing had cleared his mind, but only temporarily, and he was thinking about things he knew he shouldn't. It wasn't his fault that Gil decided to take off his jacket in the sexiest way possible, or that he got too hot while cooking and unbuttoned his shirt to show his perfectly toned chest, or that he liked to run his hands through his hair in a way that made Oz want to make out with him right then and there. No, the man was entirely oblivious to what he was doing to his master. And by the time dinner rolled around, Oz was having an internal fit trying to act natural.
"Is something wrong with the food?" Gil asked, noticing that Oz had only eaten a few bites of his meal. It startled Oz, whose brain was on anything but food.
"No, I'm just not that hungry, that's all," he said, more or less playing with the food with his fork. He dropped the utensil suddenly, causing him to jump.
Gil stared at him, wondering what was the matter with Oz. "Are you feeling okay? You seem really out of it today." He got up and walked over to the teen, pressing his hand on his forehead. "You feel like you have a bit of a fever… should I call the doctor?"
"N-NO!" Oz shouted rather loudly. "I'm fine; perfectly fine!" he insisted, getting up and stumbling away from his servant. However, his plan to get away smoothly failed when he tripped over the edge of the carpet. He braced himself for the fall, only to find Gil's hands wrapped around his waist.
"I think you need some rest," Gil said, pulling Oz up but keeping a firm grip on him. "I'll take you to bed, okay?" He was truly concerned for Oz; he had never seen him acting this strangely.
Oz tried to protest, his problem growing with the close proximity to Gil, but his servant instead decided it was a good idea to carry him to bed - bridal style. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough already.
Laying him down on the bed, Gil slipped his arms out from underneath Oz and felt his forehead again. "If you would just take some medicine, it would make me feel better," he said, softly stroking Oz's cheek. Oz shook his head, wishing Gil would leave so he could figure out what to do with his 'problem'.
"Good night, then," Gil whispered, kissing Oz on the lips as he was getting used to doing at night. Except this time, Oz grabbed his hair, pulling him in for another kiss. He needed Gil. Yes, that was it. Needed Gil to get on top of him, take off his clothes and -
Gil pulled away abruptly. "O-Oz, stop. You need to rest."
"No." He reached up, pulling Gil's head down again. "I need you," he whispered hungrily in the man's ear. Gilbert shuddered, feeling heat travel to his lower regions.
Oh god… Oz doesn't mean it like that, does he? He tried to say something, but Oz captured his lips again, his small hands tugging at the fabric of Gil's shirt. "O-Oz, d-don't," he warned, not wanting a repeat of what happened the other day. But Oz had forced him onto the bed so that Gil had one knee between his legs and the other foot still planted on the floor. Oz wrapped his arms around Gil's neck, forcing him closer to the boy who continued to kiss him.
Screw it. He's asking for it. Gilbert moved himself so he was fully on the bed, greedily slipping his tongue into his master's mouth.
Then he felt it.
Sure enough, Gil's knee had moved further between Oz's legs as he was situating himself, and now he knew why Oz had been acting weird. Hot and hard even through his shorts, Oz's erection was pressing into Gil's thigh. The man unlatched his mouth from Oz's, feeling heat rush to his cheeks and further south.
"Gil, I - I," Oz breathed. Was Gil mad? He seemed eager two days ago, but maybe that wasn't what he wanted - ?
"D-Do you want me to leave?" Gil asked, swallowing. Of course he didn't want to leave, but he wasn't about to have sex with Oz right now. It was too fast. Though I've been waiting 10 fucking years to do this. And now his own pants were feeling too tight.
"I want you to stay."
Oz knew exactly what he was asking for - well, not exactly, since he was a virgin, but he still knew what sex was, even between men.
Gil felt like he couldn't breathe. Did Oz really just ask for that? Maybe it was just a dream; another one of his shameful fantasies about his young master. Keyword being young. He couldn't do this. Oz was only 15; he was confused, and probably just experimenting with Gil as his usual guinea pig. No, there was no way this was real.
Oz started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his creamy, untouched skin.
Gil felt his arousal harden even more. "You really want… that?" he choked, not able to say what they were about to do aloud. Really… shouldn't…
"I told you, Gil," Oz said, now working on unbuttoning the rest of Gilbert's shirt. "I want you. I want to do this because I love you. I want you to have all of me, Gil."
That was more than enough for Gil's conscience to be blown out the window. He threw off his shirt, letting it land somewhere on the bedroom floor. He grabbed Oz by the waist, running his hands up and down the boy's sides, fingers sliding under his shorts every other time.
"G-Gil, just - please -" Oz begged. Gil mumbled a faint apology, running a finger under the button on his shorts and popping it open.
He looked back to his master, requesting permission. Oz nodded, his blush now fully covering his face. This was it. There was no going back. The boundaries of master and servant - and best friends - would be crossed forever. Gil pulled Oz's shorts and boxers off swiftly, tossing them aside. Oz whined and closed his legs instinctively; to be spread out before Gil like that was so - !
"Shh, it's okay," Gil soothed, brushing his fingertips across Oz's thighs to get him to relax. He leaned up, planting another kiss on his master's lips. "You're beautiful, Oz."
The teen felt a surge rush through his body, making him go limp. Even in a situation like this, Gil was still Gil. He let the man continue rubbing his thighs, his hands inching higher.
A whine was all Gil needed as a sign to move on. He began stroking Oz's member, his thumb brushing over the top.
"Ah - Gil - !" Oz knew it would feel good, but god - this was beyond anything he could've imagined. And they were just beginning.
He leaned down, licking the precum from the tip of Oz's cock, causing an immediate moan from the recipient. Gil then took all of Oz into his mouth, sucking persistently.
Oz threw his head back, moaning and digging his fingers into Gil's hair in attempts to counteract the pleasure his servant was giving him. It was too much - he couldn't hold on that much longer, but he wasn't about to let this end so soon. "G-Gil, stop -!"
Gil released Oz, lifting his head so he could see Oz's face. "Is something wrong?" He had never done that before, but he thought he was doing it right.
"Gil… I want you… to take me."
That was a shock to the man, whose already flushed face turned a deeper shade of red. Despite his age, Gilbert was a virgin, and though he knew more about sex than Oz (he hoped, at least) he never thought Oz would want to go that far. "Are you sure?" he finally managed to say.
Oz nodded, shutting his eyes and trying to mentally prepare himself for what would come next.
Glancing around the room, Gil started to get up to fetch some lotion, but Oz pulled him back down.
"Don't leave me like this," he stated. Gil agreed that his state, if not dire, was enticing. His blonde hair was beginning to stick to his reddened face, his emerald eyes glazed over from pleasure - Gil figured that a makeshift lubricant would have to suffice. He brought his hand up to Oz's mouth, who sucked in his fingers and started coating them in saliva. Gil let out a soft moan at the sensation then pulled his fingers out with a pop when Oz had finished.
He propped Oz's legs up on his shoulders and made sure the boy was comfortable and secure before pressing his index finger to his opening. He pushed in slowly and Oz squirmed at the feeling. It wasn't unpleasant, just… weird. And uncomfortable.
"Am I hurting you?" Oz shook his head and motioned for him to continue. Gil moved his finger in and out for a minute or so before carefully adding another. A third finger joined momentarily, causing Oz to wince and bite his lip. That stung. He had heard that losing his virginity hurt, but this was just Gil's fingers… and Gil was rather large. But it will feel good with Gil inside me, he reminded himself, just in time for Gil to reach his sweet spot. He moaned loudly, hips bucking at the sudden rush of pleasure. "Gil - oh, god - !" Now, that felt amazing. Gil moved his fingers faster against the spot, making Oz moan louder upon every impact.
"S-Something else," he murmured between breaths and moans. "Inside. Now."
Gil knew what he meant, though he had been both dreading and looking forward to this moment. Finally, he would be inside of Oz, but with the cost of hurting the boy more before he could make him feel better. But if that was what Oz wanted…
He unzipped his pants, shoving them off along with his underwear. The sight was all too exciting for an already fully aroused Oz, who almost moaned at the sight. Black bangs stuck to his face, golden eyes gazing at him full of lust; he had never imagined Gil could look so arousing. Gil crawled over him, positioning himself in front of Oz's opening and spreading what was left of the lubricant over his erection. He couldn't believe he was doing this. When he pressed against Oz, he felt all of his fantasies coming true right before his eyes. Except this one doesn't end when I wake up.
"This will hurt," he breathed, "but I promise, it won't last forever." Oz believed him. Especially about it hurting. He had seen Gil before, but he felt so much bigger against his small opening. He scrunched his eyes, bracing himself. "Go." Gil pushed past the first ring of muscle and Oz already felt tears forming in his eyes. His servant pushed further until he was fully lodged inside of Oz, who now was about to scream.
"O-Oz," Gil moaned. Oz opened his eyes and all the pain seemed to temporarily go away. Eyes shut tight and mouth slightly parted, Gil panted above him. It was at that moment that Oz realized this was not only his first time, but Gil's, too.
So… tight…
"Gil?"
His eyes shot open when he felt Oz grip his hand, which was clutching the sheets below. "I-I'm okay, you can move now," he said, knowing he would regret those words in a few seconds. Gil could only nod his head weakly, slowly pulling out then thrusting back into Oz before he came completely out. After a few initial slow thrusts, he sped up, knowing Oz could handle it and he wouldn't be able to if he didn't start going faster.
"Ung - Oz -!" Where is that sweet spot? Then -
Oz's eyes rolled to the back of his head, a loud and long moan escaping his lips.
Oh… oh god… Gil was so hard and that had felt so fucking amazing, and every inch of Oz's body was craving for that feeling of sheer pleasure to rush through him again.
"F-Faster, faster - Gil - go faster, for god's sake!" He was begging for more, it was humiliating, but hell, it was worth it.
Gil gladly did as his master ordered, letting go of any remains of self-control left in his body. He pounded in and out of Oz, sending them both reeling with pleasure. Oz clenched his legs to Gilbert's sides; his fingernails were digging into the man's shoulders, but that Oz would have to apologize for later.
"A-Ahh, Gil - !" he cried at a particularly hard thrust, only causing Gil to go faster and harder than before. Gil couldn't take it. He could've come just hearing Oz moan his name, but that combined with how tight and dirty and sexy Oz was, he couldn't help it when his body finally lost it. He rode out his orgasm, moaning the Oz's name when he finally came inside of him. Oz came as soon as he felt the warm liquid pool inside of him, squirting across Gil's stomach and screaming his name.
Gil carefully pulled out his softening member, collapsing to the side of Oz.
…What the hell just happened? Did I really just have sex? With Oz? He rolled onto his side to face Oz, who was lying on his back and trying to catch his breath.
"Gil… that was… amazing," Oz said between breaths, a weak smile forming on his lips.
Gil smiled back, lifting a tired hand to the boy's face. "You were amazing," he whispered, pulling Oz closer to his body. Oz flipped over to face Gil, receiving a soft kiss when he did so. "I love you, Oz," Gil said quietly, his own breathing now back to normal.
"I love you too, Gil," Oz replied. He traced his fingers along the scar on Gil's chest, then leaned in and kissed it.
Gil looked down, surprised. Oz answered him, "I know I can't take this away, but… maybe I can make it up to you somehow."
Gilbert pulled his master in closer, kissing his forehead. "You have, Oz… just by being here. And letting me love you. It's more than I could ever ask for." He hugged Oz tightly to his chest.
"…Uh, Gil?" Oz said after a moment.
"Yeah?"
"You're all sticky."
Gil laughed, sitting up. "I suppose I should go get cleaned up, huh?"
Oz nodded, chuckling as well. "I feel pretty gross, too," he noted. "Can I join you?"
Sighing and realizing Oz would get his way no matter what he said, Gil agreed. Afterall, they had just have sex; showering together seemed pretty innocent.
…Innocent proved to be the wrong word, however, as Oz turned back into his teasing self once they set foot in the bathroom. Luckily for Gil he was tired from their 'exercise' before and didn't get to embarrass the man to the extent he normally did. But as in his nature, Oz still managed to get a blush or two out of him.
Oz plopped on the bed, having had barely enough strength to throw on his nightshirt and boxers. Gil followed soon after, crawling in beside his drowsy master. He had thrown on some pants and a shirt, which Oz wasn't too happy about - he didn't think Gil's torso should be allowed to be hidden from him, especially after the night they'd had. Still, he snuggled up to Gil as he pulled the covers around them both. Oz fell asleep safely and satisfied against his servant's warm chest, dreaming of what would happen in days to come with his raven haired lover.
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/AU: Yes, this is what you've all been waiting for! Don't deny it, you know you love buttsex with these two. It was quite awkward writing it, but listening to music helped… 'Teenage Dream' by Katy Perry was my soundtrack. Hopefully this was worth the wait; it's my first lemon so it's not the best out there by any means, but I tried my best. The final chapter will be out sometime soon! ~Willa/
