Brock didn't even know how much he really wanted Brian until he had him. He could feel himself becoming dissolved into the kiss, letting his complete feelings and instinct take over. Their bodies were laced together in the most intricate of knots as they stayed a heaping mess on the kitchen floor. Honestly, neither of them noticed that that's where they were. Lips on lips, fingers gripping skin wherever they could reach, and Moo was already breathless. If he'd had known how good this was going to be, maybe he would have let his feelings come through a whole lot sooner. "Are you completely sure about this?" Brian inquired, pulling Brock from his dreamy thoughts. His mind was cloudy, reverie incoherent and brazen.
What kind of question even was that? Of course he was sure; he was sure about Brian. And he wanted to feel him. Him and his tongue, and his fingers, and his lips... Down to the very last inch of him, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he completely got it. He nodded, dark eyes molding to Brian's crystals. "I've never been more sure of anything." His voice was breathy, and he didn't mean for it to be. He couldn't help it though; Brock was so needy for his boyfriend already. Another kiss was pressed into his temple, and Terroriser stood, helping the older man up from the kitchen floor as well. He pulled him into his lanky arms, wrapping him up, kissing him, feeling him, as they made their way to the bedroom upstairs. They couldn't really stay entangled in each other with the steps in the way, but they damn near tried their hardest.
The bed became vital as Brian pushed Brock down onto it, leading the lovemaking act so far. He hovered over him, eyes dark, like a storm was rolling in, and let a smirk cross his lips as the older man made eye contact with him once more. He had to admit he was a bit nervous considering it was his first time and all, but this was important to Brock, and he was going to make sure that the older man enjoyed himself. However, Brock wanted to make sure Brian got the most out of it as well. They were both aiming to please each other, and that was how they knew that this was it. This was love. And communication was necessary. It couldn't be too hard though; the lover's dance had been around for quite some time, and both the men were letting their bodies take over, do what they felt was right.
The kisses got more sloppy with each one that passed, hands became more curious, breaths became more heavy, and the patterns they drew on each others skin became more ornate in their own way. Slow was the pace, and gentle was the feeling, neither of them wanting to rush this. It was the first time their anatomies were meeting in this particular way, and the emotions needed to be savored, the touches needed to feel like they lingered even way after they were done. "Can I undress you?" Brian's words were so hesitant, and his fingers were even more so. They shook ever so slightly as they remained at the bottom of Brock's t-shirt, brushing against the exposed skin where the fabric was pushed up. He tried to suppress his nerves though.
Brock locked eyes with him again, nodding, "...Yeah." It was more of an exhale than anything, and the mere sound sent chills through Brian's being. But he obliged to Brock's words, pulling his shirt over his head, carefully, slowly, and threw it down on the floor. From there, the Irishman went to work, pressing butterfly kisses into his boyfriend's neck, tracing patterns with his tongue in the crook there, and drinking in Brock's sighs as he let them escape from his lips. His body was beautiful, his soul even more so, and Brian couldn't believe that he was going to get to share this moment with the older man.
"I love your neck," He murmured into it, trailing kisses where he went. "I love your jaw, I love your chest..." He continued downward, nose skimming the bare flesh, causing Brock to flush. "I love your stomach..." His fingers went to work on the button of Brock's pants, and once they were completely off, Brian could really see just how needy he was for him. He kissed him once more, making his way back to the top. "I love you, Brocky." He got out, meeting his gaze, studying the redness of his face. It would never be enough, ever. He could tell Brock time and time again, and it would still never be enough.
And Moo took that as a sign that it was his turn; so he moved Brian, pushing him down on the bed, hovering over him so that he too, could become undressed. After pulling off his shirt, Brock started at the top, just like Brian did. "I love your hair," He began, letting his fingers play in it. "I love your freckles," He kissed his shoulders, almost as if he were connecting the dots. "I love your chest, and the hair there..." He smiled playfully, leaving a trail of saliva down to his pelvis. He fumbled with the button on his jeans, but soon, the younger man was undressed as well, and they were both there, bare and exposed to each other for the first time. Vulnerability came to mind, but Brock didn't care; he was already vulnerable enough with the emotions he'd been feeling these past few days. "I love you." He moved back to Brian's lips, planting a firm kiss there, before sinking to his knees and burying his face in his boyfriend's thighs, tasting him.
Brian quaked, letting out a sound he didn't know he was holding in. "B-Brock," His voice was low, cheeks flushed, redder than they'd ever been, and his hands moved to the older man's head as he dug his fingers into his scalp. His soft sighs echoed through the already thick bedroom air, and his stomach clenched with euphoria. It was too much, and this night, was supposed to be about Brock, not him. But he watched with half lidded, blue eyes as Brock greedily took him in and out of his mouth, and that sight alone was enough to make Brian reach the end. He stopped his lover, pulling him back up to kiss him. He had to reciprocate somehow, after all, he wanted this to be equal for the both of them, so he took charge again. Brian moved so that he was now kneeling in front of Brock, and he mimicked his ministrations, taking him into his mouth as much as he could.
For the first time that night, Brock moaned, and it roused Brian like no other. He was giving him pleasure, he was making him feel good, and he felt a sense of pride in that. "Brian, please." He crooned, lying back on the bed, fisting the younger man's hair. It was time, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to know what Brian felt like. And before they did anything, Brian made sure Brock was comfortable on his back, with enough pillows to support him as he hung over his body, almost ready to enter. Albeit, Brian's first time, he wasn't stupid, and he knew this was going to hurt Brock. Once it was done, it would be done, no going back. So Brian asked him again.
"Are you sure?"
"Show me how much you love me."
Their foreheads touched one another, eyes never leaving their matched gaze as Brian tried to enter his lover. Their first time was everything one might have thought it would be. Full of shy smiles, awkward touches and kisses... The only thing that mattered though was that Brock knew just how much Brian did actually love him and care for him. Brock couldn't help but to focus on the purse of Brian's lips as the younger man lingered overtop of him, the calculated concentration drawn out in his eyes, as he figured out exactly just where to go. He wasn't embarrassed, it was just sort of protocol for the first time. But after a few more moments of frustration, and fumbling around one handed in the dark, Brian reached and grabbed Brock's hand as he laid on the pillows that smelled of his hair, and placed it on him.
"Help?" He had whispered, breath hot and secure. Brock gave a quick grin, and kissed the tip of Brian's nose before he helped the younger man guide himself into his opening. It was slow; hell, he had to go slow, his body was so tight and non accommodating that it was impossible. But Brian let out a groan, and Brock inhaled a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from leaking out of his eyes. "I'm sorry," Terroriser whispered, kissing Brock's cheeks, trying not to focus on the immense pleasure he was getting to experience while his boyfriend only felt pain. In that moment, he wished that they had been better prepared for this, because he knew the burning and stretching were probably unbearable.
"Hey," Brock smiled. "I'm fine." He wrapped his arms and legs around the man on top of him, hoping his body would be able to fit him soon. And Brian was still as he waited for the signal from Brock. Meanwhile, he kissed him, praying the pain would dissipate soon. When Moo finally did nod, the younger man moved slow and sharp, letting out a deep sigh each time he entered and exited. The couple breathed in each other's oxygen, foreheads still touching as they raced at a steady pace towards the end goal. "Oh god, Brian..." The older man's raptures were certainly a sound to hear, and since he sounded like he was enjoying himself more, Brian decided to pick up on his thrusts if only slightly. The snap of his hips were acute, circular, as he dug himself into his boyfriend.
Tears pricked Brock's dark eyes, falling down his rosy cheeks, and when Brian thrust a certain way, it caused the older man to cry out; the sound echoing through the walls. However, the noise made Brian stop his movements, "Brock..." His voice was low, laced with worry. "Did I...?" He didn't know what to say, he couldn't tell if he had hurt him, or done something else, but it scared him. The noise, the broken sob lingered in his mind, replaying itself.
Brock merely cupped his boyfriend's cheek, running his thumb over the stubble there, "I'm okay..." He said with a nod, "I'm okay."
"Do I need to stop?" The Irishman whispered, afraid he was causing Brock pain.
The other man shook his head, smiling softly, "It feels so good Bri," He was a little embarrassed about the noise he made but he didn't care.
Terroriser's cheeks burned but he couldn't help but to laugh, almost a giggle as he picked up on his movements once more. "You feel so good Brocky..." He replied sweetly. "I love you."
"I love you too..."