“Thomas.”
“Almost done,” he said, before removing the cuffs on Scott’s wrists.
As soon as they were gone, Scott sat up, attempting to climb onto Thomas’s lap. Scott kissed Thomas’s smug smile, demanding entrance, but more than he wanted into Thomas’s mouth, he wanted Thomas in his.
“Kiss me back, you bastard.”
Thomas parted his lips and pushed his tongue into Scott’s mouth.
Scott let out a pleased moan, so Thomas did it again, pulling it all the way out only to stab it back into Scott’s mouth, fucking him with it until Scott couldn’t take it anymore. He took Thomas’s hand, slipping from the bed, and yanked so Thomas would follow.
They ended up in Thomas’s bed with Scott on top, leaning down to keep chasing Thomas’s tongue. Thomas denied him, turning his mouth away, pressing his lips together, all while smiling, but as soon as he opened up, their dynamic began to change.
Scott had all the experience when it came to this. He reached between them, pressing Thomas’s cockhead against his entrance, and bore down to take him inside.
“Fuck,” Thomas grunted, when Scott’s body swallowed his head.
Only the head, Scott didn’t go any further.
Thomas looked down where they joined. They’d not gone this far before, but then again, Thomas hadn’t eaten his arse before.
It was a day of firsts, but this one was huge for Thomas.
The first time always was.
“Why have you stopped?”
“I want you to be sure.”
Thomas nodded. “I’m sure.”
He rested his hands on Scott’s hips, not pulling him down but holding him.
Scott scrunched his eyes shut, unable to continue.
“Hey…” Thomas said softly. “What’s going on?”
Scott didn’t know how to explain it to him. What was a first for Thomas could’ve been a thousandth for him. Whatever he said to Thomas, he had said to someone else, to help them achieve climax. Whatever Thomas said to him, he would’ve heard it before from someone else, breathy and in his ear. The man beneath him wasn’t the only Thomas he’d been with. Thomas’s virginity wasn’t the first virginity he had taken either.
It wouldn’t be the first time he was saying that name while having sex, and he wouldn’t be the first Thomas chanting Scott’s name back at him.
All this swirled in Scott head, weighing him down in despair.
It wasn’t fair that Scott from the past was taking away from his present self.
Thomas shifted beneath him, but Scott didn’t open his eyes. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
“Hey….”
Scott’s face crumpled further.
“Open your eyes," Thomas said.
Scott shook his head.
Thomas didn’t push him, but he shifted again. Scott moved with him, keeping the head of Thomas’s cock inside himself but not allowing any more in. He knelt, and he could tell Thomas had sat up; his hands had gone from Scott’s hips, no doubt behind him on the bed to keep himself upright.
Thomas kissed Scott’s collarbone, but even that wasn’t enough to push away the memories of all the others. Then Thomas licked his way up Scott’s throat with that forked tongue, and he started to melt.
