#chfau

The moment Scar sits on the bed, Grian crawls onto his lap, sets a hand on his face, and guides him into a kiss. Scar eagerly kisses him back, hands resting on his waist as he deepens the kiss. 

It’s been a week since Grian last saw Scar. A week without being near him, without being able to touch him, without kissing him. He knows that Scar goes on a week-long trip with his family every summer, he knows this. He goes every year, but he wasn’t able to go with them this year so he was left at home without his boyfriend. 

He tries to press himself closer, to kiss him even harder, desperate to feel Scar against him. Scar’s hands move up to cup his face and the two continue to kiss.

It doesn’t take long before Grian starts trying to grind against Scar. Scar moves a hand to hold him in place and chuckles, pulling away just enough to speak against his lips. “Already so needy, huh?”

“Shut up,” Grian grumbles. “I missed you! It’s been a week.” He leans in to kiss him again. “Also I need you to fuck me now. My hand hasn’t been cutting it.”

Scar gives a full-bodied laugh at that, especially as Grian pouts down at him as he pulls away a little. He doesn’t fully give in, but he does grind his hips up a little, smiling at Grian’s whine as his hands move to his shoulders as he tries to hold onto something.

Grian opens his mouth to say something, but Scar doesn’t give him the chance as he leans in and kisses him again. One kiss turns into another, and then another, and then he finally pulls away only to leave a trail of kisses down his neck. Grian tilts his head back, a low moan leaving his lips as Scar bites down by his collarbone. 

Grian continues to grind against Scar as he lavishes his neck with attention. It’ll be a pain to hide those marks later, but right now he’s focused on Scar and hopefully getting him to fuck him already.

“Scar….”

“Okay, okay.” Scar pulls back and Grian almost whines at the loss, but then Scar is gently maneuvering him until he’s laying on the bed, Scar leaning over him. He sits up for a bit, just enough to throw off his shirt and toss it to the side. While he does that, Grian scrabbles at the button on his own pants before he manages to undo it, kicking them off of him and then leaning up to help Scar out of his own pants. 

With that done, Grian lays back on the bed, now only wearing his shirt and boxers. He hadn’t worn his binder when he went over to Scar’s, having hoped they’d be able to do this. He missed him.

Scar kisses him again, mainly just to feel the slide of their lips, while one of his hands moves down to his thigh. He strokes the inside of his thigh before slowly making his way to the juncture of his hips. Grian pulls away enough to huff, opening his mouth to tell him to move faster, when his hand cupping his cunt cuts him off as he gasps.

Two fingers stroke along the outside of his cunt, Scar grinning as he feels the little bit of dampness from the wet spot on Grian’s boxers. He moves his fingers up and down slowly, watching as Grian slowly gets more and more impatient.

“C’mooooon Scar,” Grian whines, pouting up at him. Scar chuckles, hand continuing to move, never increasing his pace.

“Yes?” he asks, using his other hand to move the hair away from Grian’s face so he can look down at his boyfriend.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Oh, but you just sound so pretty…” He leans in and kisses him, and Grian nearly melts into the kiss for a moment before remembering himself and pulling away.

“Scar.”

“Alright, alright,” Scar relents. He moves a little further down the bed and his fingers dip into the waistband of Grian’s boxers. “Ready?”

“Please, Scar.”

Scar gives a quiet laugh, and then he’s pulling them down and getting his first full view of Grian’s cunt that night. He’s wet, practically glistening, but more importantly, Scar can see the way his dick pokes just out of his folds, hard and shiny from his slick. He feels his mouth damn near watering.

All thoughts of fucking Grian get thrown out the window as he stares at his dick. He needs that in his mouth immediately. He still wants to tease him a little though, so he leans down to press a quick kiss to it, which Grian whimpers at. He pulls back, breath fanning over it, and grins as he sees it give a little twitch. It’s only a moment after that that Scar is leaning in and wrapping his lips around his dick and sucking.

“Oh!” Grian gasps, legs jerking at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His hands find their way onto Scar’s head, burying in his hair as he tries to hold on to something. Right from the start, Scar is relentless, determined to please Grian as much as possible. Grian was startled at first, but as Scar continues to suck his dick and flick his tongue over it, he slowly starts to grind against Scar’s tongue. Hesitant at first, so Scar moves his hands over to cup his ass and encourage the grind, wanting to get Grian as close as possible. He wants to drown in him, wants his senses to be filled with nothing but Grian. The way he smells, the way he feels, the way he tastes.

It takes a bit, but eventually Grian starts to grind more and more against his tongue. Scar can tell he’s getting close as his grinding gets quicker, more frantic. His mouth goes slack as he lets Grian chase his pleasure against him, uncaring of anything else but coming. Scar can tell when he reaches his orgasm as Grian cries out and he goes stiff with a few more jerky thrusts against his tongue before relaxing.

Scar could pull away fully, check in and see if he still wants Scar to fuck him (he can feel his own arousal hang heavy between his legs, desperate for release) but the sight of Grian’s hole winking as he comes down from his high has him leaning in and licking a stripe along his cunt.

He does pause, at least, but while Grian whines, he doesn’t push Scar away, despite the hands still on his head. So he continues, licking another stripe before dipping his tongue in. Grian pants above him, making such pretty noises, and really, what else is Scar supposed to do? He wants to make his boyfriend feel good. 

Grian’s grinding starts back up again, practically fucking himself on Scar’s tongue. He squeezes Grian’s ass and he whimpers, hips jerking briefly before he continues the grind. Scar tries to bury his tongue as far into him as possible. He can feel his jaw starting to ache, but he’s determined to get Grian to come again.

When Grian gets close, he pulls at his hair, pulling a muffled groan from Scar. He pulls away just enough to focus on his dick again, just briefly, and that’s enough for Grian. He moans as he comes, grinding against his tongue again. 

Scar moans too, relishing in the sounds Grian makes as he goes over the edge, moaning Scar's name. Scar flicks his eyes up to look at him, letting out a groan at just the sight of him. He looks so hot, so overwhelmed with pleasure. Pleasure that Scar caused. The thought makes him feel warm. He’s the one that made him come, made him feel so good Grian couldn’t do anything but grind against him as he sought to tip over the edge. His hands dig into his hair still, pulling just slightly, and he feels so good as his vision goes white and he groans.

It takes a moment for him to realize what happened when he pulls away from Grian’s cunt, and he immediately flushes. He can’t believe he just came from that. Pleasuring Grian was enough for him, he didn’t even touch himself.

He moves away, sitting up and watching as Grian slowly puts himself back together. He’s collapsed on the bed, eyes closed as he catches his breath before he opens them and looks up at Scar.

“You,” he starts, “are a menace.”

Scar smiles and shrugs. He hopes Grian can’t tell how embarrassed he is. “You didn’t stop me!”

Grian huffs. “Yeah, yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “Give…give me a moment, and I’ll return the favor.”

Scar winces. “That’s not necessary -”

“No, no, you made me come so hard twice, of course I’m gonna help you out, too.”

“No, I mean…” His words trail off and he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.

Grian blinks and then sits up. His mouth drops open slightly when he sees what happened. Scar hadn’t even taken his boxers off, but there’s a wet spot at the front and his dick has started to go soft.

“Oh,” Grian breathes out. “Did you -”

“Y-you just looked so good!” He rushes to explain. “And, and you sounded like you were really enjoying yourself and I - I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh,” Grian repeats. And then, “Shit, that’s hot.”

Scar buries his red face in his hands. He whines. “Grian -”

“What! It is! You came just from - from - and you didn’t even touch yourself! It’s hot!”

Scar peeks at him from between his fingers, seeing the way he looks at him. He sighs and moves his hands away, moving further up the bed and leaning in to kiss him. Grian eagerly kisses him back, hands going back to run through his hair. Scar settles in between his legs to continue kissing him only to wince a moment later at the feeling of his cum in his boxers. He pulls away, giving an apologetic smile to Grian, to pull his boxers off and toss them off to the side. Then he resettles and continues kissing Grian.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough to say the words against Grian’s lips. Grian doesn’t respond, just dives back in to kiss him some more, before finally pulling away a moment later.

“I love you too,” he says. “But you better actually fuck me next time.”