Seagull and Crow Do It For The First Time

"I told you," he snarled, "I don't want it if it's going to hurt. I will fucking kill you."

Crow just grinned wider, shoving Seagull's face into the sheets. Maybe he'd shut the fuck up. Fat chance of that happening.

Shrugging slightly, he positioned himself, pressing against Seagull's back, before less than gently entered him.

He grunted loudly, and tears came to his eyes--that fucking hurt.

"Augh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, пошел на хуй, это пиздец...," he groaned. "I told you to fucking stop!..." He trembled; with the pain came pleasure, after all.

Crow licked his lips.

"This is what you wanted," he replied, laughing to himself. "So shut the fuck up and take it, I know women who bitch less than you do."

"Women are supposed to be penetrated, you stupid fuckass!" he hissed, still clinging to the sheets. "How the fuck am I supposed to get off like this?"

He hoped Crow wouldn't notice the pre-cum he was dripping onto the bedsheets. Liking this kind of thing wasn't manly.

"Are you still hard? Or have you gone soft?" he asked curiously, using his free hand to feel him up. "Oh, you're very right; how could you ever get off of this?"

He laughed, as he ran his fingers over Seagull.

"Now shut up and take it, or things will get much, much rougher for you."

Crow resumed thrusting, as his grip on Seagull's hair tightened.

Seagull panted softly as the pleasure overpowered the pain.

"I...I still hate you," he moaned unconvincingly into the pillow. "I...I..." He lost track of his thoughts as he struggled to breathe.

Crow sped up his motions, finally giving Seagull a proper handjob. His stupid smile finally left his face, as he instead began to enjoy himself.

His moans grew louder, and he stopped trying to suppress them. He had wanted to be touched by someone else for so long. The warmth of another person's hands was just as he had imagined it, exciting and pleasurable.

He wished he could say something--perhaps a jeer about how bad Crow was in bed--but it was far too difficult to speak.

Crow panted, feeling his mouth become dry. He was relatively quiet, not making much noise, simply increasing the tempo when he saw fit.

Seagull came very quickly, unable to hold on for even five minutes. He didn't lift his head from the sheets; they hid his blushing face.

Crow let go of Seagull's hair, laying down beside him on the bed. He wrapped an arm around Seagull, quietly laughing to himself.

"I forgot how much of a virgin you are," he replied, laughing louder.

He punched Crow in the chest.

"...Fuck you," he said quietly as he regained his breath. "That was motherfucking awful."

Crow rolled on top of him, pinning him down again.

"Are you ready for another round?" he asked, licking Seagull's lips. "I am."

"The fuck?!" he exclaimed, kicking Crow as a reflex. "We're never doing this again, you stupid asshole--that was horrible. I hated it like I hate you, motherfucker!"

He tried to punch Crow as well, but orgasm had made him tired. He wanted a nap much more than he wanted a fight.

"You're really that tired? You have no stamina, boring," he replied, standing up and stretching out. "Fine, I'm going to go shower and find someone more exciting to have sex with."

His face turned red.

"I'm not tired at all--don't misunderstand, fuckass! I'm just sick of your shit. Like fuck I'm being on the bottom again--screw that shit! We do this my way, or we don't do it."

Crow grinned suddenly.

"You want to top? You couldn't even if you tried, little Seagull," he replied, cackling. "You're too much of a baby."

"I'll fucking do it!" he insisted, sitting up. "I'll fuck your bitch brains out--get on all fucking fours, asshole!"

He moved over to Seagull, licking his lips.

"Make. Me," he hissed, praying that Seagull would do just that.

Seagull tackled Crow, punching him in the face. He grabbed him by the wrists, holding him down and sitting on top of him. He sneered victoriously, spreading Crow's legs apart--then froze.

What was he supposed to do from here? Crow's naked body seemed so vulnerable, but so imposing. How, exactly, did one fuck someone's brains out?

Trying to remember what Crow had done, Seagull started by painfully pinching his nipples and biting his shoulders and neck.

Crow moaned loudly, biting his lips so as to not show how much he was enjoying it. If Seagull knew, then he'd stop. Or, he figured he would, anyway. He hoped the poor little virgin wasn't that much of a pussy, but he knew he probably was.

He squirmed ever so slightly, trying to wince in pain, and not in pleasure.

"Y-you're so bad at this," he replied, barely managing to keep a sneer on his face.

"Good," he snarled into Crow's ear. "Now you know how it feels, you fucking prick--you're a fucking bitch, you should be treated like one."

He licked over the bite marks and began sucking, determined to leave bruises in obvious places. He hadn't forgotten his own new marks, after all.

Crow shifted, swallowing roughly. His mouth was dry from all of his panting, but he barely even noticed. He was almost positive his moans were obvious amidst his fake winces of pain.

He wondered, briefly, when Seagull would realize how very hard he was.

"Gonna get you hard and then fuck you in your bitch ass so it hurts," he hissed. He mockingly licked Crow's ear, chuckling to himself. Revenge was certainly sweet; it was finally his turn to get back at this asshole for all the shit over the years.

He reached to touch Crow, but his hands froze when he realized he was already hard. He was unsure of what to do for a few seconds--he had expected Crow to be disgusted--but in the end simply opted for stroking him very roughly anyway, his grip far from gentle.