Don't Give In

"I....didn't like him as much as I like you."

He pulled him close, kissing him on the lips and stroking his hair.

Without much thought, Mars pushing Priestly against the bed, rolling on top of him as he kissed him deeply. Unsure what to do with his hands, he used them to prop himself up, so that he wasn't necessarily laying on top of Priestly.

He pulled away and stared, wondering if Priestly would speak.

Instead of speaking, Priestly ran his mouth over Mars's collarbone to the other side of his neck, where he kissed and licked insistently. His arms wrapped around Mars, effectively trapping him. He gently nudged Mars's crotch with his knee.

He inhaled sharply, feeling the pressure against his crotch. Swallowing, he clenched the sheets with his fists. Mars felt his heart beat against his chest and it was painful.

Mars pressed against Priestly without reservation, craning his neck and allowing Priestly to have his way with him. He felt Priestly's tongue against his neck and it killed him with pleasure. He shuddered and moaned softly, amazed at his own noises.

At the same time as he wanted it to continue, he wanted it to stop. He felt good, but strange too. The sensation was pleasant, and God knows how long he had wanted this for. But the constant nagging in the back of his mind was enough to give him pause. A lot of pause.

Suddenly, he felt panic rise up within him and he gasped involuntarily. He couldn't do this. What could he possibly be thinking?

"L-let me go," his voice shook with no real conviction. "I...I can't, you...I...! Just...stop it!"

"Shhhh," whispered Priestly, stroking his hair, his back. "It's okay, Mars, it's okay."

He kissed him again, holding him close so their hearts were pressed together. Mars's heart seemed so anxious and cold; he wanted to share his warmth.

It wasn't okay. Mars knew it wasn't, but he did feel better.

"Please..." he said quietly, unable to even look him in the eyes.

He kissed Mars's forehead.

"Of course," he replied, running a hand over his crotch. "Lay next to me, would you? Relax, for me."

"Relax?!" he asked, giving him a look. "How...how am I supposed to...?"

Red in the face, he rolled onto his back next to Priestly, cringing even as he did so.

Priestly chuckled.

"Remember to breathe, first of all," he teased, kissing his lips again. He ran his hands over his chest and his stomach and his crotch, gently tickling all the sensitive areas with his fingers.

"Don't!" he snapped, squirming awkwardly. He just wanted to curl up and not let Priestly touch him anymore. "I...I'm not going to...I'm not going to let this happen.

"...whatever 'this' is...I just won't, you...you know that, right?"

"But you will," he said softly, kissing his cheek. "You will because you want it."

He climbed on top of Mars and began kissing his neck, then sucking.