Grazing the crescent with outstretched fingertips.

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His lips were the softest I'd ever kissed, I decided, and the more we kissed the less I wanted it to stop, I found myself tugging him back, wanting to taste him constantly, as if I could die from suffocation just so long as it was those lips and that mouth which were the culprit. Gray was a tease, I found, as he spent minute after agonising minute skating his fingertips over my body, grinding up against me, making these soft little noises that made me want to just flip him over and fuck him, but I wasn't really too sure what to do. I mean I had ideas, of course, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway because Gray was determined to take the lead tonight. His fingertips drifted down over my wrists from where they'd been pinning down my hands, and his lips worked at my throat and jaw and earlobe, I felt guilty for just squirming and sighing and moaning beneath him but he seemed to find it satisfying enough, and as he slipped down to my chest, seeming to become impatient as he finally wriggled down to between my legs, I didn't stop him, instead I sat up, slipped my fingers into his hair gently and watched him envelope my jutting arousal with his angelic mouth, I couldn't watch for long though, the wet heat and the sucking, the fact he slid it all down his throat with ease, and the insistent licking and manipulating of his tongue almost seemed too much to bear, and my head was tilted back, my legs apart, my hips squirming beneath the firm grip of his hands, so firm I wondered if I'd have bruises afterwards and hoped just a little I would. Marks like those would make for sweet reminders of this moment. Just as I thought I was going to reach my peak, and muttered to him a warning that I would, he stopped. Before I could stop myself, I whined, a whimpering and virginal sound that embarrased me so much I found myself turning red at the same time. He laughed, and kissed me again.
'You're so cute... And sexy,' His voice lowered and became sultry with the last part, before I could respond he continued. 'Let me fuck you... Trust me not to hurt you,' the breath caught in my throat, my heart was thudding so noisily I could hear it myself and my whole body seemed to be tingling with nerves, I wanted him to more than anything I'd ever felt in my life.
'Do...' I paused, then, I made a decision. A decision to stop analysing everything, to stop second guessing myself, and even if just for tonight (after all, it's not as if I'm afraid of being inconsistent) to be natural. To say what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted. 'Do you promise?' a small and amused smile curled his lips, the kind I'd grown to love on his features.
'Yes, I promise, I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, Caleb, we'll take it really slow... I could spend the rest of my life touching you in any way,' I knew Gray thought he was a bit of a smooth talker, and he was, his words hightened my arousal and I hardly responded when he was gripping my hips, flipping me over and pushing me into the position he wanted me in.

For a while I grew nervous, he stayed still, doing nothing apart from resting his hands on my back side. Only when I fidgeted a little did he plant a kiss on my lower spine.
'You're gorgeous,' I didn't bother to answer him, just made a sort of 'Mmf'ing noise into the pillow as I tried to relax, I knew relaxing was an integral part of this, and if I started to think about the fact my backside was poking up in the air whilst another man sat behind me getting ready to screw me, it would never work out. His hands slipped gently down to my hips and I felt something strange, something warm and soft and wet pressing up against me, I gasped and tried to squirm away, and he held on tight, I slowly realised what he was doing and a strange mixture of embarrasment and arousal flared in my stomach, making my cock twitch, I couldn't help squirming, but he didn't seem to mind. I began to settle, closing my eyes, I heard strange mewling noises and realised with self conciousness it was myself and that instead of squirming away from his talented tongue and lips I'd actually arched my back a little to make things easier for him, his fingers had slipped between my legs and were toying with my cock so casually, I bit down on my lip hard to keep those noises to the confines of my throat and he almost seemed to know as he whispered just loud enough for me to hear
'You make the hottest sounds, so responsive and sensitive,' before he went back to eating out my ass. By the time he was done I couldn't seem to stop the occasional twitch, my hard on was aching from need and my breathing was ragged and long. His tongue was replaced by his fingertip, slick with something as it slipped in slowly, instanty I tensened, but then encouraged myself to relax, the feeling was unusual, not entirely unpleasant but too alien to easily enjoy. His finger began to slide in and out slowly, because I couldn't see I wasn't particularly sure of what he was doing, just the feelings it caused. Gray promised he'd take it slow, and he took it so slow I was infuriated, actually resorting to such teenage tactics as bucking back against his fingers, grinding myself against the matress, and whining for him to get on with it. He just laughed though, carried on fingering me and touching me just enough to keep me hard and desperate but never enough to come. I'd almost given up hope of him ever fucking me until his fingers slipped free and his hands were gently gripping my hips as he positioned himself, I could hear now just how hard he was breathing and how horny he must have been too. Slowly, seemingly inch by inch, he began to push inside. I winced at first and tensened, and he shushed me, massaging my hips gently and slipping one of his hands back down to grasp my arousal. I relaxed, concentrated on his touch, and when he was fully inside and I felt his hips pressing up against me I'd never felt so completely and utterly close and intimate to somebody before in my life. All the mushy stuff was gone though when he began to move, creating a slow rythm at first, his cock sliding in and out, he repositioned himself a few times until finally I think he found what he was looking for, the little spot which envoked such embarrasing reactions from me when he was preparing me, and when he had found it the tempo changed completely. His cock pistoned in and out of me and I had to grip the matress tight not to move back against him and spoil his rythm, he finally became vocal, repeatedly cursing behind me as his hips moved faster and faster, his hand moving on my cock at the same rate, and I tried to hold off from my climax for as long as possible. Strangely, what sent me over the edge was when I felt his tongue, sliding slowly up my spine, compromising completely with the way he was fucking me like an animal, and I barely had chance to warn him with the customary 'I'm gonna cum!' before I tensened up and moaned into the pillow so loudly I could've been screaming. He followed suit almost immediately, his thrusts turning erratic as he collapsed ontop of me, before he finally became still.

'That was amazing,' his voice was soft and breathy, right by my ear. I laughed into the pillow softly. I heard him snickering behind me, his hands stroking my ribcage.
'Let me roll over,' I replied. He pulled out, and turned away from me a moment, I arched my eyebrow slightly. 'What're you doing?' I asked curiously.
'Getting rid of the condom, duh,' I blinked a couple of times. I'd never even thought of that. Ah well, no point stressing over it now. When he was done I tugged him back into bed. Gross as it was I decided we could clean up later, for now, I curled up around him, made sure I'd gathered him as close to me as possible, and kissed at his cheek softly. A part of me was telling me to make some declaration, perhaps even of love, but I hated it when people screwed and then said they loved eachother in the afterglow, you could love anybody in afterglow after a satisfying fuck.
'You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time,' I mumbled instead. He smiled, it wasn't a real smile though, I noted, it was a sad smile. A wistful smile. Maybe... Even an apologetic smile and fear reared it's ugly head in me, but Gray pressed his lips to mine and shushed me before I could say anything.

We lay still for half an hour, the conversation wasn't fluid, just mostly the occasional mutter of admiration or affection, and an equal one returned, before I took his hand and led him slowly to the shower. By slowly, I mean I limped. I stepped in, the water was scalding hot how I liked it and Gray refused to climb in until I turned it down.
'It's practically freezing!' I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes, even though neither of us were large in any terms apart from maybe my lankyness, we were pressed close together in the cubicle, and I ended up kissing him, slipping my hands down to his backside, gripping it in my hands and rocking my hips against his as he moaned against my lips, he fit me so perfectly it was unbelievable, as if every contour of my body was made to fit with his. I pinned him against the cold glass and he shivered, kissing and biting at his neck, he whimpered and pushed at me a bit.
'Let me just do this,' I whispered. He looked apprehensive but let me continue as I left an angry deep red mark on his pale skin, to hopefully bruise, a mark of what was mine. I stroked his cock whilst I did this, his hips bucked into my hand and my other hand found it's way to his nipple, teasing at it gently, slipping down over his chest and ribs and waist and hip again. I bit his earlobe and he squeaked, his hips bucked against mine and I gripped his shaft tighter, jerking it extra fast as I felt his seed splatter on my stomach, slide down my hip and thigh, something which before this would have grossed me out but now it was coming dangerously close to arousing. I pulled back and began scrubbing down, insisting on washing him too, he blushed and let me have my way as I scrubbed him clean and wrapped him up in a towel. I dried myself off and wandered into my bedroom to pull on a new pair of underwear and a loose shirt.
'So... Uh... What do we do now?' he asked awkwardly. I shrugged a little, I was gonna stick to my promise to myself tonight, no second guessing, no worrying. After that experience I sort of felt like if I could trust Gray not to hurt me in as intimate a situation as that, I could trust him with anything.
'Why don't you spend the night with me?' I smiled at him. He smiled back, infact beamed, and threw his arms around me. I squeezed him tight. 'I'm not ready to sleep yet though so let's go watch something on TV. I feel like some gore.' he looked at me and quirked an eyebrow for a moment. A wicked grin curved on my lips and he feigned fear, fake screaming as I chased him down the stairs.