Desmond and I slip into the dark of my room and we're instantly upon each other. Desmond pushes me against the closed door and I haphazardly drop my things somewhere on the floor. I hook my legs around Desmond's middle and our tongues fight for dominance in a tangle of hot flesh. He moves from kissing me to biting and sucking at my neck.

"Nnnng—Love, don't—ah—Don't leave marks!" I gasp but I'm afraid it's going to be too late for that. With a punctuated bite he leaves my neck and begins kisses along my jaw. I work at the zipper of his jacket and let myself back to the ground. "Bed." I state plainly.

We leave a trail of clothing on our way to the well made hotel bed. By the time we reach the cushions, Desmond and I are palming each other in our briefs. I push him down and straddle his waist. His olive skin is flushed pink and God does he look fantastic. His eyes are nearly black and a light smirk twists on his lips. Those are mine. I claim them again and grind a bit onto Desmond's crotch. He moans into the kiss and, really, it's perfect.

"How long have you known?" I ask on Desmond's lips, running my hands down his taut muscles and letting them rest on his hips.

He chuckles, "A while." I dip my fingers into the band of his briefs and start tugging.

He grips my arse and I lean into the touch—encourage it, "And how long have you …" I'm at a loss for words. I can't think of a delicate way to put this when he's kneading the flesh of my ass and nibbling at my collarbone.

"How long have I wanted to fuck you?" I roll my eyes, "Oh, years. God, do you know how hard it is to live with someone as hot as you?" He snaps his hips up and I gasp. I would blush if I weren't already three shades darker than an embarrassed tomato. It was something else—Getting frisky with Desmond Miles. Something I could definitely get used to.

I press my body closer to his and he tries pulling down my briefs, "Can't believe I never noticed." I remark. He's created a steady rhythm with his hips and he's thrusting up into my groin. The hardness of his prick has become incredibly apparent and I'm so aroused by it. I'm so aroused by it all. It's like we were always like this; it's as if we were never contemplating each others' feelings and doubting ourselves on a 1,000 mile road trip. It's just passion and lust. Maybe the romantic garbage will come later, but for now, this is all we need.

I stand up from straddling him and pull down by briefs the rest of the way. I've decided that tonight I will be shameless. My pasty, unfit body is desired by this man and by God this man shall have it.

"This is a good look for you." He says propping up on his elbows and staring at me with lust filled eyes. "I definitely like you in nothing but glasses. This is what I want to see all the time." He reaches down and pulls down his underwear. His cock bounces out and god I didn't imagine it would be quite so big. He starts rubbing his prick as he stares at me with lust heavy eyes. "God, I can't wait to ravish that body."

"Twat." I say, turning and placing my glasses on a table. "And I don't think there'll be any ravishing tonight, love. I don't have condoms or lube and there's no way I'm going to try to take your sizable cock without them."

I hear Desmond stand from the bed and he walks up behind me. I can feel the sticky hardness of his weeping cock press against my thigh. "I came prepared."

I turn and my face is a combination of confusion and shock, "Is… Is that the thing you forgot? The thing you were making a big deal about at the gas station?" I smack my forehead, "Have you been planning this?"

Desmond kisses my jaw and smirks, "And if I tell you yes?"

I glare, "Well, we're not stopping now." Desmond trods over to his pants. He pulls out the paper bag and retrieves the condoms and lube. He takes my hand and leads me back to the bed.

I lay down first and Desmond towers over me for a moment. He grips his cock, purple and eager, and I can see the muscles along his stomach tighten as he rakes over me with his eyes. The thought of that inside me is a bit daunting, but exciting.

Desmond ducks down and starts kissing my hip. I can't help but buck at his touch. He trails kisses along my hip and to my prick. He takes the length into the hot cavity of his mouth and starts slowly dragging his lips up and down while pressing along with his tongue. I let out a low groan and try not to buck into his mouth.

"Jesus, a-and you've never done this before?" I say breathlessly.

Desmond pulls off with an audible pop. "Been watching a lot of porn lately." He smirks and starts working at it again. He fiddles with my balls and toys with my head with a dainty pink tongue. He's pretty amazing for a beginner. He licks up the shaft and a long, drawn own moan escapes my lips.

I thread my fingers through his hair, "Nonononononooo" Desmond stares at me over my cock and I nearly come at the sight. He drops down on my prick and I have to stop him. "L-Love, I'm gonna…" Desmond pulls off at once. I'm panting and breathless, "God—Oh god, Desmond I need you inside of me." I groan, writhing on the bed.

Desmond blushes and scratches the back of his head quite sheepishly."Now here's the part where I'm a bit… Unversed."

I smirk under lidded brows, "Watch carefully, love." I say, propping my feet up on the bed and giving Desmond a full view of my arse. "Toss me the lube, will you?" I ask and he does so. I uncap the small container and pour some of the cold liquid onto my fingers. Making eye contact with Desmond, I slowly begin pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

Biting my lip, I press a single digit into my body and I instinctively tighten around the intrusion. I groan and shove my index finger in as far as I could reach it and start twisting it around to relax the muscles. I watch as Desmond's eyes widen and his blush darken. It was the most dirty act that I've ever performed. I was finger fucking myself in front of my best made and he's staring like a 13-year-old that's just discovered porn.

I slide my index finger in and out some more and entice some more noises for Desmond's sake. I insert the second finger and start shoving and scissoring my body. "Nnngh… D-Des…." I pour more lube onto my fingers and start rolling onto myself. Desmond's hands have found a home stoking his cock and he's groaning in pleasure.

"Come here." I command and Desmond wordlessly complies. He climbs onto the bed and situates himself between my legs. I reach between my legs and start rubbing lube onto Desmond's cock.

"Oh god, we're really doing this." He groans as I trail slick fingers up and down his length, "Fuck, Shaun…" I position his prick at my entrance and he's already panting. "God, I've never been this nervous about screwing somebody before…" He stares at the sheets beside my hip.

I hook my hips around his waist, "Now's not the time to be nervous. Now's the time to get on with it." I say impatiently.

Desmond smiles and gently begins pushing in. I bite back a gasp as his—christ—huge cock suddenly fills me up.

"A-are you… Are you alright?" He asks, pausing just as the head makes it in.

I nod and smile, "Go on, then." I say and he does. He pushes in at a sickeningly slow pace and I want to tell him to hurry the fuck up but it's his first time. He's just so big and my muscles are going to ache enough as is. "Nnng—Come on."

Another moment and I can feel his thighs meet the flesh of my ass and we're getting somewhere. I urge him to keep moving and I can tell its taking him a lot of self control to keep from just taking over right then and there and ramming ruthlessly into my ass. I mentally thank him for that. He pulls out slowly and pushes in a little quicker than before. I can feel myself relaxing and the dull throbbing has started to subside.

He starts to create a rhythm and instead of a distinct push and pull of his hips he begins rolling them into my body, which earns him some loud moans. It was like a light bulb went off and he suddenly remembered that he was fucking amazing at this.

"Christ you're tight." He groans as he picks up pace. I fist the blanket of the bed and try to keep my breathing steady, but for the first time when I've had sex, I can feel my heart fluttering. "Nnn—Fuck—Shaun." He's moaning my name into my neck and I can't even find words to explain the ecstasy of the moment. Desmond angles himself a little differently and shoves his cock just right and I cry out loud enough for our neighbors to hear. I tighten around his cock.

"Fuck, what just happened?" Desmond asked panting and without stopping his motions.

I just shake my head, "D-Do not stop." I order. He takes that as a command to speed up and when he does I really have no room to complain because I'm reduced to nothing more than a writhing mess under his touch.

I grab Desmond's neck and navigate his lips to mine. He's rolling into my body and pressing against me when he grabs my neglected cock to pump in time with each snap of his hips. "Oh—Desmond! Fuck! I'm gonna—" He cuts me off with a rough kiss and an especially rigorous jerk of his hips.

Desmond's pace tells me that he's close too. The rhythm that he created was fading into erratic pumps of his cock into my body and pulses of pleasure wracking my body. I swear I see stars as I spill across our chests and cry out Desmond's name.

He picks up speed and pauses to cum with his cock inside of me. After his orgasm, he waits a moment in a sweaty, sticky post-sex stupor, so I wriggle my hips to remind him to the out of my body. He pulls out and collapses next to me.

"Come with me to Christmas, Shaun." He says smiling at me with tired eyes.

I chuckle, "Fine you bloody tosser."

And there it is, folks! Have a super happy holiday season! Go ahead and hit that review button, won't ya? 'Cause if I get a good response, ya'll can expect some more from this fandom.

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