You weren't really expecting this to happen tonight. You didn't think that he was actually going to follow through, even though you had been hoping after what had happened in the station. But when you feels his lips on yours in the bedroom, you can't help but to just want for this to work. To want for this to happen tonight. You pull him back to the bed and he lands on top of you with a soft huff.
"Cronus..." He keeps his eyes on yours. "I want to do this, but..."
You sigh and stare right back at him. "But what?" There are so many ways the but could lead, and you're hoping that it's not where they normally do.
"But I'm nervous. I haven't... I mean not like this..."
You laugh and bring your hand up, ruffling his hair. "Babe it's been a long fuckin' time for me, too and I get it if you don't wanna."
"No! I..." He takes a deep breath before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "I do. I really, truly do." He sits back up and you lean up with him, resting your hands against his hips.
"You mean it? You ain't just sayin' that to make an old guy feel better?" You give him a playful squeeze as you grin at him.
All that it earns you is a shove to your shoulders. "I would like to think that this would be seen as more than a courtesy."
You pull him down and give him a soft kiss to his lips, moving at a gentle pace. "Nah, babe. I was just picking on you." With a gentle rub of his hips you attempt to reassure him and, from the soft hum in his throat, it seems like it works.
He leans back into your lips and returns your kiss with one of his own, his skinny arms wrapped around your neck like you're a life line. And you really are to him, aren't you? You've saved him from himself twice, in a sense. Though you don't want that to be why he's here. You hold him tightly, rubbing your hands against his back in little circles.
Your lips move against his again, though and you just try to push that to the back of your mind. Instead you focus on the carnal heat between you. It's burning in your stomach and groin and all you want is for it to be more intense. You love the feeling of skin on skin. That slide of flesh and that drag of desire. You take a chance and move your hand up under his shirt. The planes of his stomach are soft, but your calloused hands brushing against him cause him to shudder. You take it as a good sign and move your hand up further, tracing shapes as you go.
His lips move more fervently against yours as you trail your fingers up. You brush against a pert nipple and feel him shudder suddenly. Taking it as encouragement you keep your hand there and hold him to you tightly. He presses against you hungrily, lips seeking for more and body shuddering against you.
After a moment of hurried passion he pulls back from you and holds your face. "Babe?" Your voice is low and breathy as you search his face. "Is there something wrong?" You tilt your head as you ask him.
He breathes deeply and just keeps is hands on you, rubbing against against you softly. "Too much..." he speaks with a sigh and you frown a little more he kisses you again, laughing a little. "Too much clothing." The words are practically a whisper and you moan a little in anticipation.
"Oh fuck babe I could not agree more." You take your hands from him and take your jacket off, tossing it carelessly to the side then doing the same with your shirt.
He watches you, wide eyed and open mouthed before he does the same. He's skinny but not in shape to no surprise. But you're so glad that you can see his body. Though he just studies you and runs his fingers along the scars on your shoulders and chest. "Are these...?"
"Yeah." You know what he's going to ask. Everyone does. Everyone that knows.
He swallows and leans forward, pressing kisses to the scars. "I'm sorry."
"Babe, don't worry. I'm feeling better. Haven't done nothin' to myself in a long time." You smile at him and run your fingers through his hair, noting his fresh cuts as well. "Babe..."
"I know. I know that they're there." He sighs and sits back.
"I can't make you stop. But I can try to make you feel a little better. At least for a little bit." You give him a weak smile.
He furrows his brow. "You'll try?"
"No one can just sweep in and "fix" you babe. You're not broken." You kiss his narrow, scarred shoulder. "No one can come in and heal everything. But I can stay here and help you. I can talk to you when you need someone to talk to and listen when you just need an ear."
He keeps his brow furrowed, though and you aren't sure if he understands. "What ever happened to having to love yourself and all of that?"
"Babe if that were the case then there would be a lot of unhappy people in the world. Well, a lot more. But the thing about feeling better is that it happens in stages and sometimes, well, sometimes knowing that someone cares about you can make you care a little more about yourself." You flash him your brightest smile and he just nods.
"I think I get it." He leans in and you meet his lips.
"Yeah? Well good." You put your hands on his waist and rub small circles against his soft skin.
"Do you... care about me?" His voice is quiet as he asks and you can hear the worry in his tone.
"Of course I do, babe." You kiss his neck, sucking lightly at the expanse of skin.
He lets out a tiny whimper and his arms are around you again. Your own hands move down and pull at the button of your jeans, undoing them as quickly as you can before moving to pull down his shorts. You lean back, pulling him with and his hips raise in the air while you pull them down.
Once they're down you can feel him make a soft whimpering noise at being so exposed. Has he never done this? Really never been naked in front of someone? You push the thoughts to the back of your head and reach over to your bedside table, pulling out your Handy Loving Kit as you call it. You move back onto the bed, Kankri still on your lap, and pull from him for just long enough to open it out and get out lube and a condom.
He tilts his head, eying up your treasures. "Why do we need a condom?" He furrows his brow in confusion and you just give him a grimace.
"Have you ever had to clean jizz out of your ass?"
He scrunches his nose and shakes his head. "No. Why?"
"It is un-fuckin'-pleasant and I figured that I'd save you from the experience." You sigh. "Now you wanna stay up there or you want me to take the lead?"
He bites his lip, thinking for a moment. "Please take the lead. I'm not sure how this is going to go."
You nod and take care to flip him onto the bed. He looks so small and vulnerable under you, even though he really isn't that small. But he most certainly is vulnerable. He seems to trust you, though, and with practiced ease you coat your fingers in a generous amount of lube so that you can prepare him. You make sure to warm it a little before you try anything. "You ready?"
He takes a deep breath and nods. "I think so."
You lean down and kiss him gently. "Relax, babe. It'll be uncomfortable at first but you'll get used to it." You press your first finger against his entrance and he hisses a little. The pressure does that, though. You remember your first time bottoming and your partner wasn't courteous about it at all. Just shoved the whole length in there and made you scream.
Which is why you do your best to prepare your partners, because you never want them to experience that particular pain in the ass.
When Kankri seems to have adjusted to the first finger after a few minutes, you calm him and start to press in the second. Both of them move together and you feel the differing textures of his walls. The other hand teases at his length and he starts to let out soft little moans that go straight to your dick.
You hum, proud of what you can do to the boy and press in the third finger when you feel he's ready. He hisses again, though he lets out a loud moan when you press against his prostate. He looks down at you and you feel him shaking beneath you. "Cronus?"
You smile when you hear your name. You were afraid that he wouldn't use it. That he'd call you Dualscar. But this makes you so much more hopeful. "Yeah, babe?" You keep your movements slow so that he can speak.
"I-I'm ready..." His breaths are shallow and his voice is a mess of need.
"All right babe, if you say so." You lean forward and give him a soft kiss. When you sit up, you pull your hand out slowly and open the condom that you'd grabbed.
Slipping it on with just a little trouble due to your lube-slick hand, you slather what's left on your hand onto your cock and line yourself up with his entrance. "Okay, baby, I need you to relax again, okay?" You keep your voice soft and low as your tip nears him. He just nods and breathes deeply again, spreading his legs.
Slowly, you press into him and his tightness and heat forces a moan out of you. You keep your hand there to guide yourself in inch by inch, watching and listening to Kankri to make sure that you aren't going to fast. But before long, you're inside of him to your hilt and you're both left panting and breathless. You smile and lean down, pressing a kiss to his parted lips. "I'm gonna move, that okay?" He nods wordlessly and as you start moving in shallow thrusts his sounds are the first thing that hit you.
He lets out loud, desperate moans. So much different from the noises he's made so far. They're uninhibited and primal, and they tell you that he has something pent up inside of him for a long time. Something desperate and long forgotten, buried under layers of repression and denial. You keep moving and your own noises escape your throat, low and desperate and needing. But then that's always you isn't it?
Though as you go, your thrusts move faster and the only thing you hear from Kankri is more and harder and you listen. You hold him tightly, and his arms stay around your neck while your hand rubs at his dripping length. Before long he comes on your hand and stomach, a cry of your name on his lips. You thrust still, bringing your lips to his as your climax overtakes you with a shudder.
You pant as your eyes stay locked on his and notice the first true smile you've ever seen on his face. In a quick but rather sloppy move, you pull out of him and pull the condom off. You tie it and toss it into your bedside trash before laying down next to him. With shaking arms, you hold him and he nuzzles against him. "Cronus?" He practically whispers your name.
"Yeah, Kankri?" You smile down at him.
"That was... That was wonderful." He kisses your shoulder and you just sigh contentedly.
"Yeah, babe. It really was."
He lets out a little yawn, moving closer to you. "I'm tired now, though."
A soft snicker escapes you and you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his head. "Yeah babe. Me too. Ready for bed?" He nods and looks up at you, meeting your lips in a soft kiss before the two of you drift into a soundless sleep. It's been so long since you've had anyone fall asleep beside you after sex and you'd almost forgotten how much you missed it.
But this feels like the beginning of something really excellent.