Seagull and Crow Do It For The First Time

He just moaned into his mouth, licking Seagull's teeth. With a grin on his lips, he moved his hips against the younger boy. His grip on Seagull's hands loosened, as he concentrated less on keeping him in place.

He cautiously licked Crow back, wondering if this was what he was supposed to do. If he couldn't get free, he might as well, relax, right? This was sex. It was for adults, and he was 18--he could handle it.

A moan escaped his lips as Crow pressed against him, and he found himself wondering why they were still clothed.

"Hey," he said, yanking Crow's head by his stupid ponytail. "Is this fucking it? If it is, we might as well just stop."

Crow rose an eyebrow.

"Why, we are just getting started," he replied, chuckling. "Though, if you keep being so very rough with me, then the fun part will come very sooner, you are right."

He winked, grinning.

"Is that what you wish?"

He glared at Crow like he was stupid.

"You mean people enjoy this fucking pansy shit? Isn't the definition of 'good part' that it gets fucking better? Don't be a dumbass, I'm not stupid."

He shrugged slightly.

"Fine, fine, if you do not want to take things slow, there is no need to," he told him. "I simply thought you would enjoy taking things slowly, but. This is fine as well. We will quit the foreplay."

As he promised, Crow grabbed Seagull's shirt and proceeded to literally rip it in half. Then, he sat up so he could quickly remove his own dress shirt, before he tossed both to the corner. He grabbed Seagull's crotch, before he undid his pants, practically ripping those off, as well.

"Hey!" he snarled. "Those cost good money, asshole--they're not fucking stripper clothes like yours. I take pride in my motherfucking appearance--I didn't tell you to touch my clothes."

He punched Crow in the chest.

"The fuck's the matter with you, Сука Ёбаная?!"

Crow just looked up at him, grinning.

"No, no take backs, it is too late to tell me to stop, this is what you wanted," he replied, as he pulled Seagull's pants off. That done, he pressed his lips to the bare skin right above his underwear, teasingly running his tongue over the skin. Meanwhile he ran his hands over Seagull's chest and abdomen.

His breathing quickened, though he tried to hide it.

"Stop that," he snapped, not wanting to admit how flustered he was getting. "Just...just hurry it the fuck up, okay? You already tore my fucking shirt" He self-consciously touched his tattoos, first the lotus on his neck and then the cross on his right shoulder.

"You're buying me a new fucking shirt--I wear them for a reason, dipshit."

Crow placed a finger over his mouth, looking incredibly serious as he said, "if you don't shut up, I'm going to shove my dick in your mouth."

Then, without another word, he pulled Seagull's underwear off and ran his tongue along the entirety, from the base to the very tip.

"I'd...I'd bite it off," he murmured, his words trailing off into a moan. Much to his embarrassment, he shuddered visibly.

He gripped the sheets, digging in his fingernails.

Crow stayed silent as he ran his tongue up to Seagull's abdomen, over his bellybutton and up his neck, all the way to his chin. He ran his hands down his sides, down his thighs, and then between his thighs, and up to his stomach and down again. Slowly, agonizingly so, he touched Seagull with his fingers, softly stroking him.

Leaning over, he kissed Seagull on the mouth as he continued to very gently stroke him. He ran his tongue over Seagull's lips, and his teeth. He was slow, and deliberate in all of his movements. He wanted to be teasing, and he did so, as he sucked on Seagull's bottom lip.

Seagull gritted his teeth, annoyed by Crow's fleeting touches.

"I thought you said we were getting to the good part, asshole," he hissed, punching his shoulder.

Crow grinned.

"What did I warn you about speaking?" he replied, kissing him again. "Don't do it if you aren't ready for it."

"If you don't want me to talk, hurry the fuck up," he spat, rolling his eyes. "I didn't agree to this so I could just sit here while you get your creepy kicks, fucker."

"Fine," he replied, shrugging. "If this is what you truly wish, then I won't hold back any longer."

He sat up, pulling his belt off, and then his pants and his underwear. He was already hard, though he showed no embarrassment about it whatsoever.

Then, he grabbed a hold of Seagull by his hair and shoved his face down against the bed. He licked his lips, pressing himself against Seagull, pinning him to the bed. He leaned over him, licking his neck and his ear.

"I don't want to make you bleed, so you had better not squirm," he hissed.

"B-bleed?!" he exclaimed through his mouthful of bed sheet, struggling to sit up. Though he was horrified by his situation, Crow's tongue tickled his skin, sending a wave of heat through his body.

"This had better not hurt!" he demanded, though he was really in no place to.

"It will if you keep moving," he told him bluntly, biting Seagull's neck. Gently, at first. Then, as his grip on Seagull's hair tightens, he bites him harder.

He moaned sharply, digging his fingers into the sheets. He reached for Crow's hand, then dug his nails into it.

"I said I don't want it to hurt," he repeated. "This fucking stops if that's what we're doing. I don't like it at all."

"You can't stop me," he replied defiantly, his eyes flashing with glee. "You couldn't even stop me from killing that man."

He licked Seagull's neck, and with the hand not holding Seagull's hair, he groped his butt.

He bit his lip, not wanting to let Crow have the satisfaction of hearing his pleasure. All the head in his body gravitated toward his stomach and hips, and it was unbearable. He craved relief from this feeling, more than anything else.

"Wha...what do you even want me to do?" he asked, panting. "Is there something you want from me? Is that why you're being such a fuckass?"

"You wouldn't know how what to do with me," he replied, before he began to suck on his neck. Then, he reached over for the lubricant he knew was in the nightstand. Using his freehand, he managed to squeeze some onto his hand, before he ran his fingers over Seagull's butt, again.

"S-stop," he moaned, shuddering. Crow's hands felt but intrusive and pleasurable, to the point where he couldn't decide if he should keep struggling or not.

Finally, sick of the unbearable pressure in his stomach, he ignored his embarrassment and reached to touch himself. If Crow wasn't going to do it, he would have to.

He grinned widely, unable to stop. This was exactly what he had wanted. Crow let go of Seagull's hair, positive now he wouldn't struggle, as he instead focused on preparing Seagull for the next part.

Seagull lifted his face up so he could breath, letting a drawn-out moan out in the process. He swore, even as he stroked himself.

"I'm gonna be done before you're even ready, princess," he sneered. "You are fucking fast enough."

"That won't stop me," he replied, chuckling quietly. Finally, he removed his fingers, using his hands to roughly shove Seagull onto his stomach.

"You might want to grit your teeth."