Gilbert had no idea on how to react. Well, he is happy that Break wanted him, so happy that he could hardly breathe. But...
"You're drunk, aren't you?" he blurted out his doubt, eliciting a sharp bark of a laugh from his boss. He suddenly felt foolish for asking.
The older man tapped a finger on Gilbert's forehead. "Gil, Gil, Gil... My foolish little seaweed head... Even if I were drunk, I wouldn't be so crass as to, as they say, 'pop your cherry,' while completely inebrated and wake up with only half-remembered memories of what surely would have been a most pleasurable experience."
Gilbert swallowed hard as the pale-haired man leaned closer.
"No, dear sweet Raven. Every deliciously sinful noise you make, the slightest hitch in your breath, every shiver of pleasure from the lightest touch... I fully intend to remember, no, savor them all." Then Break gave him a wide grin. "With that said, I've decided~" Lowering his voice to a mere whisper, "I'm definitely taking you," sending shivers of arousal down the young man's spine before the older man claimed his lips in a ferociously bruising kiss.
Deciding to throw logic and reasoning out the window and deal with the consequences in the morning, Gilbert finally gave in and threw himself into the kiss, tasting himself in Break's mouth, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck, pulling their bodies closer.
He could feel the other man smile into their kiss. He could care less right now of what the red-eyed man found so amusing. All that mattered right now was the tongue in his mouth, the heat of their bodies moving against each other and the hands roving over sensitive flesh.
Upon reaching the pale-haired man's pants, he tugged at it insistently, an obvious hint to what he wanted. The older man chuckled and obliged him, drawing back as Gilbert fumbled with the belt and button with shaking hands, cursing a bit as said button popped off in his haste.
The laughter this elicited from Break choked off, turning into a long, drawn out moan as Gilbert eagerly dove for his prize. Running his hands on Break's impressive length, he briefly wondered if he'd be able to do what the older man had done earlier.
But as if reading his mind, the older man slapped his hands away and quickly flipped him over. Draping himself over Gil's back, he whispered playfully into the raven-haired young man's ear, "Not yet. Let's just start with the basics first, shall we?"
"But, Break-"
Break pressed himself against the Nightray's backside, earning him a gasp of surprise, making the young man feel his hardness. "One at a time. Once we master this position, we can go through the rest at our leisure," he purred, "We have plenty of time~"
Oh. Gilbert blushed. Oh. He realized that the older man was hinting at the possibility of something more than a one-time thing. He was somewhat glad for his current position. The red-eyed man wouldn't have to see the ridiculously happy and absurdly hopeful look on his face.
But soon that expression contorted into one of sensual bliss and pleasure following a gasp and long, drawn-out moan as Break pinched a nipple while his other hand closed around the Nightray's cock. The pale-haired man pressed a light kiss to his nape, murmurring his name.
The younger man was barely aware of the sound of something popping as he struggled to muffle his groans, moans and the occasional whimpers from the hand lightly going up and down his manhood. It felt so good, so good that he almost didn't feel the cold liquid dripping down his ass before a finger shallowly penetrated his entrance.
It didn't hurt, testament to the gentle care the older man was lavishing him with, despite that it was going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He just felt full, even more so when a second and a third finger joined in. By then, they had established a somewhat comfortable rhythm with Gilbert chanting the pale-haired man's name like a mantra, broken occasionally by a long whine of protest and frustration as Break brought him to the brink only to draw back and deny him release. It was maddening.
Then, he cried out in pleasure as the older man hit a spot inside him.
"Ah, that's better~" the Hatter murmurred, voice tinged with amusement and thick with lust as he hit the spot over and over, all the while withholding the release Gilbert so desperately wanted as he clawed at the sheets, crying tears of frustration and ecstacy.
"Break! Break! No more! I need-! Please," the Raven contractor cried out, nearly incoherent from the sensations overwhelming his five senses, interfering with his ability to think past the hand on his cock and the fingers in his ass.
And all of a sudden, everything stopped. Gilbert collapsed onto his hands, squeezing his eyes shut, panting and body quivering with from unfulfilled lust and need as Break leisurely ran soothing hands over his body.
The older man leaned onto his back, whispering, "Gilbert... This might hurt a bit... Bear with me..."
What he said barely registered in Gilbert's mind before the young man felt something bigger than a finger press against his entrance.
No way... Gilbert thought, That's not going to fit...
Before he could voice out any misgivings or protests, a hand wrapped around his swollen member and squeezed, causing him to jerk back in response, inadvertently taking the older man's cock all the way in. His eyes widened in shock, watering with sudden tears, his body arching back, jaw dropping open, slack, in a silent scream before slumping down onto the bed, pressing his face into the pillow to muffle his hagard breathing as the red-eyed man hissed, the hand on his hip gripping hard enough to leave bruises.
It hurt but not so much as the older man's had already prepared him earlier. His response had been more of surprise and pleasure as the movement he made had not only taken all of Break's member deep inside him but also sent it brushing against that spot inside him that engulfed him in an all-consuming heat, making him want more.
He felt kisses being pressed against his trembling back. There was a slightly strained chuckle.
"Not exactly what I had in mind." A hand cupped his chin, his head was turned and lips brushed against his. "But it seemed to have worked out just fine. It's a good thing that you're such a huge masochist."
"Am not..." Gilbert protested weakly.
Break licked his nose. "Oh?" A hand pinched his nipple, causing him to gasp. "You cling desperately to a master who seems to bring nothing but trouble."
Another pinch. "You let people walk all over you without really trying to fight back."
The older man pulled back slightly and thrust back in, drawing a moan from the Nightray from the sweet friction and the feeling of fullness. "And even more, you want me, this Mad Hatter, as your lover despite knowing that I'm more than capable of hurting you."
"But you won't, you wouldn't..." Gilbert trailed off as the pale-haired man suddenly tensed with an unreadable look on his face.
But as soon as it came, it was gone, replaced by a chilling smile. "Is that so? Why don't we save this conversation for later, after we've thoroughly explored your threshold for pain?"
Gilbert gulped, not from fear but from arousal and excitement at the promise in Break's dark proposal.
"I can give you just as much pain as pleasure and believe me when I say that," the older man pulled him up until he was almost seated on top of him, accompanied by a sinfully obscene wet sound coming from where their bodies were joined together, and Break murmurred, voice laced with honeyed poison, "you'll be begging me for more."