Greg sat apprehensively on the side of the bed, he could hear the shower water running, could envision the stream hitting Vince's chest, taste his skin as he followed the rivulets down his torso…
He quickly shook his head, trying to literally sling the thought from his brain. But it was to late. His prick was straining against his pants, tenting his robes. With a scowl he turned to grab a pillow to hide his predicament before Vince came back in.
He heard a swift intake of breath and froze for a moment before flicking his gaze to a pair of heated black orbs across the room. Vince's chest glistened lightly where the water hadn't completely dried yet. Tattoo's decorated his perfect skin. His mother's name over his heart, a serpent around his bicep, and a large Hungarian Horntail spitting inked flames across his chest.
He started as his fingers gently touched the flames and Vince shivered, not even realizing he had ever crossed the room. But now that he had touched him, he didn't know if he would be able to stop. He skimmed his fingers across the flames again, stopping to gently trace Irma's name. Guilt clogged his throat as he tried to find the words to speak, "Vince…" he winced looking down. Knowing he had not a single valid excuse for not being there for him during his time of need.
His eyes snapped back to Vince's however when he felt the man's hand cover his own firmly. His other hand came up of it's own accord and cupped the other man's bearded cheek. He lowered his face, still not in control of his actions, and fire blossomed in his veins as Vince tilted his upwards, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.
But the kiss didn't stay gentle for long. The next thing that pinged through Greg's awareness was his back hitting the wall, his hands pinned lightly over his head where he could escape anytime. But the Goddess knew he didn't want to. He knew he might hate himself in the morning, but tonight…tonight he would go as far as Vince wanted to. Give and take whatever he could, because for the first time ever, it felt right.
He conceded control to the slightly shorter man, finding them both naked. He wondered when that had happened, but wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Realizing his hands where free, he began running his fingertips gently across Vince's skin. Delighting whenever he would find a sensitive spot that made him gasp softly.
He almost exploded whenever he felt a strong hand wrap around the part of his body that was begging for attention the most, he tore his mouth away from Vince's for a moment to breathe. "You're going to end things before they get started if you don't stop," he gasped, pleasure evident in his voice.
Vince smirked before steering him backwards towards the bed, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Greg fell down on the bed, Vince right on top of him. Their tools brushing tantalizingly against each other's.
Greg saw Vince's wand in his hand and gave him a questioning look, the man leaned down and nibbled on his earlobe sending tingles down his spine before whispering to him, "Have you done this before?" Greg shook his head, and Vince placed a reassuring kiss on his lips. "Trust me, let me take care of you. It can be a bit overwhelming at first."
Vince muttered a quiet incantation and the next thing Greg felt was wet fingers working his puckered hole. His back arched as both pleasure and apprehension filled him. Vince took his time, gently preparing Greg for his hard cock. When he finally felt the hot velvet tip touch his entrance he shuddered.
Slight pain, overruled by pleasure and a sense of fullness filled him as Vince gently pushed himself inside his virgin asshole. He hissed whenever Vince's rod pushed against something that made him see stars. Followed by a guttural groan when he did it again.
A few more slow strokes later, he began to move in earnest. A free hand came up to stroke his cock and he threw back his head in abandon, lost in the feelings being invoked in him.
With a guttural cry he came, his release hitting him in the chest. Vince wasn't far behind, pulling out, his own release joining Greg's. Then with a quick spell he was clean, and Vince leaned down to brush their lips together again before collapsing next to him on the bed. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other sharing sleepy kisses, before losing the battle and succumbing to slumber.