Ten chapters? How time fly. Time for inapropriate M/M intimacy.
Sonny
Will.
Will.
Willll...
"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny..." He hasn't stop whispering that and each time I hear it I feel hornier. And very loved. Look at me, lover, look at me while I pleasure you... Of course, the pleasure is all mine. I'm trying my best tongue moves. I don't even want him to last. I want him to be satisfied. Although I might come before he does, the sounds he makes are the best. He's not very still, though, and I have to hold his hip in place. He is strong. I have to stop what I do and the instant my mouth is empty, I feel myself pulled upside. His blue orbs are shining into my soul and he says "Sonny, this isn't... I mean..." His ears are so red they must be burning. I plan on licking one but I don't want to distract him now, as he's looking for a way to ask. I whisper "What do you want me to do Will? Just ask..." He's still stuck so to pass the time I attack his earlobe and it is warm. He moans and I start caressing his shoulder-blade "No..." What? I jerk my head back. He goes on "It's not what I want, Sonny... It's what you want. Do you want to... Which way...?" What do I want? I want him to be happy. I want him, entirely. I want to feel him... Oh, I get it! "You mean, do I want to top or bottom?" "Hmm hmm..." He looks like a rabbit waiting to be shot. Or eaten, or something. I love him so much I'm trembling. "I could suck you on, Will. Let you come in my mouth. Don't you want to try?" He looks tempted. There's lava flowing through my bloodstream. Will is going to be my slow death.
Will
I have to close my eyes because the way he looks at me is jellyfying my brain. I take a slow breath. My ears are unevenly hot. I want to ask him to lick the other one, but I also want him to carry on with licking downstairs and most of all, I want to lose my virginity tonight. This very moment. If I don't take the plunge, will I ever have the guts again? But I don't know how to. Either way. Why won't he answer anyway? Maybe he's afraid I won't like it. So maybe topping? I hate being in my head on my own. I open my eyes and see his change, from confused to merely happy. Me looking at him does that. I'm awesome! I brush his cheek. It's trembling lightly, like a leaf in the wind. I've found the wording "Sonny, let's make love. All the way. Guide me through it and show me how you like it. I need to learn."
Sonny
There's a sex god in front of me. And he's not aware he is. I have to show him. I kiss him for as long as I can, inviting his tongue in my mouth to give him a hint. I don't know if he's taken it but he's gaining confident. He's flipping me over to press me on the mattress and that's when we are itchingly made aware of an obstacle : I'm still half-clothed. I even have my shoes on. My chest has been freed and is sliding against his and this is heaven but there's no access to anything else and I can see it frustrates him. I need to find self-combusting jeans to wear around him because this is going to be a waste of Will-groping time. And that's when my timid, blushing, adorable boyfriend finds a way that floors me. He gnaws my zipper and pulls it down, then bites at the fabric of my boxers and undresses me in one go. I'm so turned on, I don't need any preparation whatsoever. I just need a Will. And a word.
Will
"Condom?" What does this word mean? It seems to be important to him, so I focus. Oh, yeah, those. I got some. Somewhere... Somewhere intelligent where I could swoop them up to impress him and where was that already? A drawer, certainly. Yes, the one under the couch! I kneel on the bed to go and get them and he follows me, kissing me in an unsteady way until I open my treasure-trove. He stops and fumbles through it, selecting a lube (the regular kind) and when he sees all the condoms sizes, he smirks "You don't know your own size, Will?" I send him a heavy look "I've never had the use for one of those... and I didn't know if you would want to try one, anyway." He shakes his head. Yesss, at least I know! Back to being terrified. I want to spend time on my being as frightened as a very dumb pigeon but Sonny doesn't like that. He grabs me and pulls me to the bed. I'm now a ready-for the-grill, even dumber pigeon, all wrapped up and coated. Sonny helps me come in and now,...
Wow
Sonny
He's in. I'm floating. He's using what nature bestowed him with (and she was quite generous about it. I feel spoiled.) in an exploratory, unsure way. I want to scream and grunt but I don't, I guide him, tell him what I want. He's a very good student. I'm sure he'll graduate soon from the Sonny's university. I'll make a big diploma. Or rather I'll give him an oral award. I'll think of something.
Oh yes, he found it! I yell. He swears. We shake all around. I will never leave this bed again. I will never leave Will. I'll get his name tattooed on my heart tissues. "I love you, Will, don't stop!" "I love you so much, Sonny!" His voice is the best. It gives me chills and I open my legs more. He takes the opportunity to strike a particularly strong blow and this is his victory and his defeat. We come one after the other. Me on both our chests, him in the condom. Our breath mingled in our kiss. This may be his first time but to me it's also a first. Should I tell him? Or should I wait for other mind-blowing sex sessions to remark on the fact? Anyway, it was so good, I can't picture any other stairway-to-heaven ways from now on. And only through Will.