With a short huff and a fiery glare, Patrik stops what he's doing and sits back on his heels, his erection standing tall against his pale thighs. "What, am I not good enough for you?" he snaps, defensive and humiliated. "Not like all those - those other guys?"
Tristan props himself up on his elbows and parts his knees so he can see Patrik clearly. "That's not it, Pat," he says. "You were literally hurting me. I don't think you know what you're -"
"I know what I'm doing!" Patrik snarls. Tristan tenses, knuckles pale as he grips the sheets. His face is unreadable, it always is, but Patrik sees his knees tremble and seems to come back to reality. Tristan's reality.
He sighs.
"...Sorry," he grumbles, sitting back fully on his rear and frowning down at his softening arousal. "I'm just... Fuck, Tris. I just wanted it to be good." He lifts his knees and wraps his arms around them, glowering off to the side of the room. "You're my first... guy, y'know? But you're... you. I wanted it to be special."
They hadn't been together too terribly long, but Tristan took full notice of the way Patrik changed for him. He was more open, more honest about his feelings; he did his best to not yell, or make loud noises, or be pushy. He shoved aside his own feelings for Tristan's sake.
Surfacing from the depths of his brief emotional flashback, Tristan feels his heart swell with love for his dream boy.
He pulls himself up and crawls to Patrik, catching his gaze and wordlessly leaning in for a kiss. Patrik does not question him as Tristan pushes him towards the pillows, then down onto his back. His thighs are clamped tight, however, as he says, "I don't wanna be on the bottom, Tris."
"You're not going to be," Tristan purrs as he situates himself above Patrik, a coy smile playing at his lips as he eases his boyfriend's thighs apart and strokes their inner sides. Patrik is intrigued, and quickly hardening again as he hungrily watches Tristan trail slender fingers up the length of his shaft. They are both still lubricated, and Tristan pulls his hand back sticky.
"Let me be in control," Tristan says as he aligns himself properly, teasing Patrik's cock with his ass. Patrik can only nod; he decides this is a fair compromise for their first time... and Tristan definitely knows what he's doing. Patrik grabs his younger cousin by the hips, thumbs running over the smooth edge of his bones against his flesh as Tristan carefully lowers himself, groaning contentedly as he is filled.
All in all, it goes better than Patrik had expected.
5. bad sex/sex fails
With a short huff and a fiery glare, Patrik stops what he's doing and sits back on his heels, his erection standing tall against his pale thighs. "What, am I not good enough for you?" he snaps, defensive and humiliated. "Not like all those - those other guys?"
Tristan props himself up on his elbows and parts his knees so he can see Patrik clearly. "That's not it, Pat," he says. "You were literally hurting me. I don't think you know what you're -"
"I know what I'm doing!" Patrik snarls. Tristan tenses, knuckles pale as he grips the sheets. His face is unreadable, it always is, but Patrik sees his knees tremble and seems to come back to reality. Tristan's reality.
He sighs.
"...Sorry," he grumbles, sitting back fully on his rear and frowning down at his softening arousal. "I'm just... Fuck, Tris. I just wanted it to be good." He lifts his knees and wraps his arms around them, glowering off to the side of the room. "You're my first... guy, y'know? But you're... you. I wanted it to be special."
They hadn't been together too terribly long, but Tristan took full notice of the way Patrik changed for him. He was more open, more honest about his feelings; he did his best to not yell, or make loud noises, or be pushy. He shoved aside his own feelings for Tristan's sake.
Surfacing from the depths of his brief emotional flashback, Tristan feels his heart swell with love for his dream boy.
He pulls himself up and crawls to Patrik, catching his gaze and wordlessly leaning in for a kiss. Patrik does not question him as Tristan pushes him towards the pillows, then down onto his back. His thighs are clamped tight, however, as he says, "I don't wanna be on the bottom, Tris."
"You're not going to be," Tristan purrs as he situates himself above Patrik, a coy smile playing at his lips as he eases his boyfriend's thighs apart and strokes their inner sides. Patrik is intrigued, and quickly hardening again as he hungrily watches Tristan trail slender fingers up the length of his shaft. They are both still lubricated, and Tristan pulls his hand back sticky.
"Let me be in control," Tristan says as he aligns himself properly, teasing Patrik's cock with his ass. Patrik can only nod; he decides this is a fair compromise for their first time... and Tristan definitely knows what he's doing. Patrik grabs his younger cousin by the hips, thumbs running over the smooth edge of his bones against his flesh as Tristan carefully lowers himself, groaning contentedly as he is filled.
All in all, it goes better than Patrik had expected.