#gr.an

Grian sat in front of Tuartis, who was running his hands along Grian's legs. Grian was trying to keep himself from shivering at the feeling of Tuartis' hands on him. He could already feel a heat building in his lower abdomen and knew he was already getting hard.

Tuartis looked up at Grian, and then slid his fingers further up his legs, then began to pull them off. Tuartis started to stroke Grian's cock, slowly, making it harder and harder. Grian gasped in response, then started to moan softly as Tuartis kept stroking. Tuartis moved his other hand down Grian's body and began to play with Grian's nipples, making Grian moan louder. He started to stroke faster, making Grian groan, and his other hand moved up Grian's chest, teasing Grian's nipples.

Grian leaned back, letting out a low moan, as Tuartis continued to tease him. Tuartis could feel his own cock harden at the sound of Grian's moans. Tuartis pulled one of his hands away, lubed it with spit, and pushed a finger into Grian's tight ass. Grian gasped, but didn't protest, and instead leaned forward into Tuartis. Tuartis continued to stroke Grian with one hand, as he pushed another finger in Grian's ass. Tuartis stroked harder and faster, and pushed in a third finger, causing Grian to let out a loud moan.

"Tu-uartis," Grian moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Tuartis continued to finger him.

Tuartis pulled his hand away, and pulled his fingers out of Grian's ass. Tuartis moved away for a moment to take off his own pants. Although he was already leaking pre-come he still added a lot of spit, they didn't have lube, so spit would have to do.

Grian opened his eyes and watched as Tuartis took off his pants. Grian's eyes widened as he saw Tuartis' cock, hard and ready. Tuartis moved forward and pushed the tip of his cock into Grian's hole. Grian moaned and arched his back, pushing against Tuartis, wanting more of Tuartis' cock inside him. Tuartis slowly pushed all of his cock inside Grian.

It hurt a little bit, but it was ok. After a few minutes it wouldn't hurt as much. Tuartis began to thrust into Grian, slowly at first, then harder and harder. Grian felt Tuartis' cock hit his prostate and he practically screamed. Tuartis reached forward and started to stroke Grian's cock as he speed up his thrusts.

Grian's eyes were closed, and he was moaning loudly. Tuartis continued to thrust into him. Grian clutched onto Tuartis' shoulders.

Suddenly, the door to Tuartis' room opened. Both Grian and Tuartis froze and looked at the door, Sam was standing there, rubbing his eyes, he looked like he just woke up.

"Can you guy's quiet down?" He said, his rabbit ears twitching. Then Sam saw what they were doing and his eyes widened, his ears flicked.

Grian and Tuartis sat there frozen, Tuartis' cock still in Grian's ass, as Sam walked into the room slowly. Tuartis started to pull out of Grian, who whimpered at the feeling.

Sam sat on the bed next to them, Grian didn't like the look in Sam's eyes. Tuartis put his arm around Grian, pulling him into a sitting position, and Grian let out a sigh of relief.

"You two don't need to stop." Sam said, looking at Tuartis' cock, then at Grian's. Tuartis' cock was still leaking pre-come.

Tuartis looked at Grian, and shrugged. "Do you want to keep going?" He asked. Grian looked at Sam. He liked Sam, kind of, but something about Sam disturbed him. But maybe it wasn't anything, maybe he was just imagining things. One of his growing wings flicked. "Yea.." Grian said.

Sam scooted closer to Grian. "Can I join in?" He asked. Grian felt his stomach drop, but he wasn't sure why, then Tuartis spoke up.

"Sure," Tuartis said. He moved away from Grian, and Sam moved into his place, kicking his pants off. Sam was already pretty hard, Grian noticed. Sam started to stroke himself, and moved towards Grian.

Grian didn't really like the feeling of Sam's cock on him, but he knew Tuartis was watching and he didn't want to disappoint him. Grian looked over at Tuartis, who was watching them both, softly stroking himself.

Tuartis moved next to them and Sam moved on top of Grian. "He's already loose." Tuartis said and Sam nodded, pushing his cock into him. Grian gasped in shock, he was so hard he was a little bigger, and Tuartis had only prepared him a little bit.

Tuartis moved closer to them and started stroking his cock next to Grian's face, pre-come dripping out of his cock. Sam didn't wait for Grian to adjust to his size, he only slammed in, hard. Tuartis looked at Grian, who had closed his eyes.

"Open your mouth." Tuartis said, moving his cock closer to Grian's mouth and sitting at the top of Grian's head. Grian did as he was told and opened his mouth, Tuartis pushed his cock in. Grian gasped as he felt Tuartis' cock fill his mouth. He started to suck on it as well as he could while being fucked by Sam.

Grian tried to close his eyes, but kept being forced to open them as he sucked Tuartis' cock. Tuartis would pull his cock out of Grian's mouth if Grian wanted him to stop, but he wasn't sure if Sam would. Tuartis would be disappointed at him if he stopped, maybe, so he kept going. He couldn't help moaning as Sam fucked him. Sam was going faster and faster, and Grian was having trouble not biting Tuartis.

Tuartis had his hands on Grian's head, and he started to thrust into Grian's mouth. Grian had trouble breathing, Sam was fucking him harder, and Tuartis was fucking his mouth, and Grian felt like he was about to cry. He felt like he was drowning. Tuartis pulled his cock out of Grian's mouth and Grian gasped for breath. But before he could catch his breath Sam put his hand on Grian's neck, and squeezed.

Grian felt like he was suffocating, he couldn't breathe, Sam was choking him, and fucking him at the same time. Tuartis started stroking Grian's cock, and Grian felt like he was getting close. Tuartis stroked faster, and Grian came, hard. He could feel himself spurt onto Tuartis' hand. Sam's grip on Grian's throat tightened as Grian came, and Tuartis pulled his hand away.

Sam let out a loud moan and shoved himself harder into Grian, causing Grian to scream in pain. Then Sam started stroking Grian's dick, the overstimulation hurt.

Grian saw Tuartis say something to Sam, he was to focused on the pain to know what he said, but Sam looked almost a little annoyed, but the hand on Grian's throat loosened. He could breathe again. Sam kept stroking his cock and Grian could feel himself getting closer, it hurt though, he didn't think he wanted to cum. But he did.

Sam moaned loudly and came Inside Grian, then collapsed on top of him, panting. Tuartis moved to lay next to Grian, who was trying not to shake at the feeling of Sam on top of him. He didn't like it. He liked Tuartis' touch, but not Sam's.

Grian pushed Sam off him. "Get off me." He said, his voice a little shaky, but he tried making it sound more casual.

Sam looked at Grian, surprised, then rolled off him, his ears drooping. Grian stood up. He could feel Sam's come dripping down his leg.

"Where are you going?" Tuartis asked.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Grian said, walking over to the door and opening it. He heard Sam say something, but he ignored him. He shut the door behind him and made his way to the bathroom. He started to shake, but he didn't cry. He wasn't sure why, he wanted to do that, but it hurt, Sam was way too ruff with him. He turned on the water and got a peace of toilet paper and cleaned himself up.

Then he washed his hands and turned off the water.

Grian felt like he should go back into Tuartis' room, but he did. He sat down next to Tuartis and he pulled Grian into a laying position. Sam layed on Grian's other side.

"Good night." Tuartis said, he was already starting to fall asleep.

Grian tried to sleep, but he couldn't, he felt a little cold with Sam's warmth on him. He tried to pretend it didn't bother him, but it did. He would have to deal with it tomorrow. He laid there awake until he finally fell asleep.

He's so desperate for Grian that he doesn't even bother to take their clothes off at first. He comes like that, grinding against Grian's thigh before shuddering to a halt, arms still wrapped around Grian and holding him close.

Grian tries to move slightly, to pull back and get a proper look at Scar, but Scar growls and pulls him closer, head moving so he can look down at Grian with a pout, and oh. His eyes are glowing white and his ears look...pointier. Curious, he leans over and runs his finger along the edge of one of them.

Scar reacts instantly, a low thrumbling noise coming from his throat as he leans further into Grian. Grian chuckles. "Hey, buddy," he says. "You feeling alright?"

"Need you," Scar mumbles, his hips going back to their rocking. Alarmingly, Grian doesn't think he went soft for even a second. He tries to pull away again, just to look properly at him, but Scar quickly grabs his arm.

He bares his teeth, likely as some kind of threat, and they also look a lot sharper than normal. Grian swallows. He wants those teeth everywhere.

"You'll have me," he tries to soothe. "I'm not going anywhere, I just - at least let me get your clothes off?" Scar watches him closely. Scowls, but lets him mostly out of his grip, enough that Grian can start working on pulling Scar's clothes off. It isn't long before Scar's clawing at Grian's own clothes, and Grian yelps as he tears right through them with his sharper-than-normal claws.

He opens his mouth to complain, but he doesn't get the chance to before Scar's kissing him. He nicks his lip with his teeth and immediately licks it to soothe the sting.

This is so different from how things normally go with them. Usually Grian's in charge, Scar eagerly following his every order. But as Scar pushes him down and hungrily stares at him, Grian can't find it within him to mind too much.

His cock drags against Grian's cunt, a heavy weight. A quick glance down shows that even that's increased in size, and Grian gulps. He grinds against his folds a few times, and Grian quickly speaks up.

"Hey, hey, wait," he says, voice a little panicked. Scar growls, but luckily listens, hips stuttering to a stop. Grian lets out a breath. "You're gonna split me in two if you go in without prep. Just - give me a moment."

Scar sits back and waits as Grian grabs the lube and quickly stretches himself. He can tell Scar is getting impatient, and honestly he is too - he needs that dick in him - so he goes a little quicker than he probably should. Oh well, he's sure it'll be fine.

He settles back into place, and even reaches down to help guide Scar's cock into him. If it's just an excuse to touch him, well...can you blame him? Scar's hot like this. He soon realizes his hand doesn't even fit all the way around him anymore and he starts to question if he really did stretch himself enough.

He doesn't have time to second guess himself as Scar starts to press into his cunt. Even from the start, it's so much. He definitely didn't stretch himself enough, but he relishes in the feeling, in the burn as every inch is pressed inside. Scar's claws leave angry red lines in his hips, and he relishes in the sting of those, too.

When Scar bottoms out, finally, he stays there for a bit, much to Grian's relief. He needs a moment to get used to the way Scar stretches his cunt so much more than normal.

While he does that, Scar leans over and kisses him for a moment before pulling back and mouthing at his neck. Grian moans as he finally bites down and he can feel those teeth against his skin. He shifts against Scar who growls, the sound reverberating through him, and then he moves his hips back before thrusting back in.

Each thrust rocks through him, so deep in him as he's left unable to do anything but take the overwhelming pleasure. Scar holds onto his hips, frantically thrusting into him, desperate to come and fill him up. Grian has a bit of drool leaking out of his mouth, head thrown back, hands fisting the sheets.

He startles when he feels it. The base of Scar's cock is getting bigger and catching against his hole. He gasps as it tries to squeeze its way in, and Grian clenches against the cock in him, so very close to coming. He needs the knot. Needs his cunt ruined by Scar, stretched around the knot.

He grinds back against Scar, and comes immediately when the knot pops in. Scar growls, grinds against him a few times, and then he's coming too. Fills Grian up with his cum, painting his insides white. Grian's cunt greedily sucks it in, still working around his cock. When Scar's done, he collapses against his side and pulls him close.

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.”