Note: Not keeping you waiting any longer since this is edited and ready, even if I already updated today :)

Matt
We were both crying and laughing and smiling and it was the best fucking day of my life. I was going to marry Mihael. I had kept that for myself for so long that I couldn't stop my heart from beating like a thousand drums and feeling like it would explode.

My mother had helped me clean and do the laundry yesterday, we had bought a bit of food and drinks and the flowers, and arranged everything, put some fresh sheets and even deposited Mihael's leather to the dry cleaning shop. The cardboard piece though, she hadn't seen, I had feigned to forget something while we were already at the building's door, and realised I didn't have anything to write on so I had ripped off a piece of a beer pack, which was far from being romantic but fuck. I didn't want to wait anymore, and I didn't think I'd be able to ask him another way because everything sounded so cheesy in my mind, I just wanted to see his face when he's spot the sign, and then it gave me another idea and well... I just did that.

The rings though, they had been in my bedside table for months. I had bought them the week before we were supposed to have our first date, I had planned to propose him that night, because I had no doubts back then that he was the one for me. So, wearing mine, and seeing his on his finger, made me so proud. I was lucky.
I had chosen titanium because I wanted to emphasize how strong and resistant I wanted our relationship to be, as a good luck charm, not knowing how much it would mean now, and that it would actually not be an omen, but a proof of it.

When I could finally stop marvelling over the ring to Mihael's finger and his smile and everything he meant to me, I pulled him for a kiss, forgetting an instant about his state. He replied to the kiss but suddenly felt heavier in my arms, I caught him back before he fell, his legs giving in.
I picked him up and carried him to the couch. Sitting beside him, I encircled his shoulders with my arm, and resumed kissing him softly.
"I thought you'd go straight to the bed." he laughed, and there was no malice in that statement.
"I want to take my time." That was true, even if I craved him, sexually I mean, I also wanted it to be perfect, slow, beautiful.

And so we kissed, our lips meeting in small pecks, light nips and happy little smiles, our eyes locking from time to time... and I felt like I was rediscovering him all over again, those clear blue irises that held nothing icy anymore, and this scar, that only made me want to thank whatever power had made it possible for him to be here with me, alive, with a future ahead of us. I traced the line of darker, irregular skin that went from his forehead, along the side of his nose down to his neck.
I realised that he was holding his breath, and he was gorgeous, his lips slightly parted, so I picked him up again, and deposited him on the bed before joining him, staring at him at arms' length, hovering above him with a smile on my face.
"Sometimes, I feel like saying I love you is too weak for what I feel..."
He smiled back, and I knew that he didn't reply because just like me, he didn't have the words for it.
We engaged in a deep kiss this time, my elbows placed on each side of him, my hands in his hair, and fuck, he would have it his way, I wasn't afraid anymore now.

I straightened, sitting on his crotch, and pulled my tee shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor. He watched me intensely, and lifted his upper body to remove his own tee shirt, and shit, this time slow wouldn't do.
I plunged, my mouth and tongue all over his chest, up to his neck, giving small bites to the tender skin, his moans making me go for more every second.
I licked his nipples, pulling softly on them with my teeth, and the feeling of his erection growing under me... damn.
I lowered myself after kissing him once more, loving the breathy moan that escaped him as my tongue ran along the hem of his jeans, right above the beginning of the fine blond hairs.

The buttons popped in no time, and soon I was pulling the pants off him, along with all the rest. But I wouldn't be toying with him, my own clothes landed on the floor the next minute as well just so I could feel his skin against mine, as I laid on him, careful to place myself between his legs so I wouldn't hurt him, and my bodyweight on my elbows.
We kissed even more deeply than before, the friction of our now fully erected members so much to take with the accumulation of sex deprivation of these last weeks...

This time, there was no restrain when I took his cock into my mouth, I felt his hands reach for my head but he was refraining from pushing me down, I could feel it in the way his fingers twisted in my hair, so I deepthroated him, ignoring my gag reflex, my own hand covering his, my palm pressing down to make him understand that I wanted him to do it. Hell, he could do whatever felt good to him, I wanted him just too much to oppose.
He looked at me right when I peered up through my bangs, and I winked, making him smile softly in return. His head fell back on the pillow, and I felt him push the back of my head hesitantly, so I exaggerated the motion downwards, taking him whole again, feeling my throat accustom to this, and he took the hint, still gentle, but pushing more firmly in rhythm with my head bobbing up and down.

We both got caught up in this, I was loving every minute of it, of his length on my tongue, of his moans getting louder, his hands holding me in place, of his slowly growing thrusts upwards, until he was completely fucking my mouth.
The feeling of his cum shooting deep in my throat... oh God... I almost came on the spot as well, but he pulled me up as soon as he was able to come back from his high, sat up and started to suck me.
I was kneeling in front of him, his legs between my knees, his hands on each of my hips, and he was deliberately doing it real slow, as if to make it last and prevent me from coming right away.

It was frustrating and so good at the same time... his hands were now on my ass, squeezing and slightly scratching the skin, making me shiver. Until I felt him probe my ass. Well, I knew it would happen at some point, and I was ready for it, but it was a premiere for me so I was still... not nervous, but expectant.
I had no idea how it would feel, and I trusted Mihael enough to know he wouldn't hurt me, so I just relaxed and tried to enjoy it, instead of focusing on the weirdness.

He stopped everything for an instant, and reached for something in his bedside table before focusing back on me, squirting a bit of lube on his fingers before tossing the pump aside.
When his finger was back inside of me, I realised that I really liked the feeling of it sliding easily in and out. He added a second, and I didn't feel any major pain, just a pinch that disappeared fast, and soon I was moaning because he was repeatedly stroking my prostate, and fuck, I never imagined it felt that good.
He distracted me with an accentuated suction on my cock as he slid a third finger in my anus, but shit, this time it was uncomfortable. I reassured myself by telling me that at least it didn't hurt, and to be honest, the feeling faded, his ministrations to my prostate easing the preparation.

The only reason why I hadn't come yet was that I was slightly more focused on what he was doing behind than front, but I was damn close, and the bastard knew it. He slowed down again, not allowing me to release yet, smirking as he looked up.
His finger thrusts became deeper and faster, and when he added a fourth one, after coating his hand with lube again, I knew I was breaking my barriers completely this time.

I forced him back down on the pillow, and placed myself in his lap, taking both our members in my hand, feeling him harden again. I forgot about mine, and pumped some lube on his, masturbating him until he was fully erected again, which barely took a few seconds, we were both in the same state of need...

Mihael was staring at my every move, his expression half surprised, half of pure lust, and I was surprised as well that I wasn't more afraid than that. He had wanted me to be bottom so he would never doubt me, and even if that wasn't even on the agenda anymore, I wouldn't derogate. It was just my last proof to him that I'd do anything.

He was resting on his elbow, and propped himself on his hand when I came forward, his other hand resting on the small of my back as the tip of his cock touched my anus.
I bit my lip as I lowered slowly. It hurt a bit when the head entered, but it was far from being as painful as I had imagined.
We kissed tenderly, and I decided to do this as you tear a band aid off the skin, thinking it was best to be done with this once and for all. I slid down his entire length, the lube helping, a half moan, half hiss escaping me as my forehead fell on his shoulder, my teeth gritting because of the sharp pain.
"You dumbass, take it slow." he chuckled in my ear, kissing my temple, his hand rubbing my lower back.
"Too late." I squeaked, trying to breathe.

His hand left my back to pump my cock, making me feel a bit better.
I placed my hands on his stomach, and tentatively tried to move up and down his shaft as he laid back. Breathing did help, so I focused on that, Mihael not moving at all, letting me adjust.

When I looked relaxed enough, he placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me slightly to him, bending his legs up so my butt would rest against them, and oh shit...
"Fuck..." I moaned, the intense pleasure coursing through me as his cock hit straight into my prostate.

From there, we both lost it. Mihael sat up, pulling me close, as I continuously buried him in me, the feeling so overwhelming that tears escaped me. I was out of breath, moaning, and he was kissing everywhere he had access to, my neck, my shoulder, my lips, his arms holding my lower back so tightly that it was almost painful, but I didn't care because it was even more arousing, and his own moans were driving me crazy. I had never felt like that... so complete... it felt so right, so... us.

I had imagined this first time to be weird, awkward, a lot more painful, I had read plenty about the first time, for gays I mean, on the internet, and I was prepared for a flop. Never had I imagined that I would tie bonds so strong with Mihael, that there was a way to tell each other about how we felt, so perfect, yet without uttering a word.

"Mail..." Mihael looked up at me, and my forehead fell against his as I felt him come inside of me, and released on his stomach a few seconds later.

Note: Probably the less smutty lemon I've ever written, but dirty didn't belong here ;) STILL NOT THE END!