#s.ize difference

And that's enough for Scar. He tugs Grian's trousers down, purposefully leaving his boxers up just to smile at the wet patch on the front, such clear evidence of the pure want radiating from Grian. He shifts down the length of the bed to mouth at the hard peak in Grian's boxers, warm breath ghosting over the wetness that continues to spread. After a few whines from Grian get the better of him (and his own arousal is straining against the fabric confining it), Scar sits up and brackets his lover’s legs with his knees, if only for better balance. Finally, he moves to tug Grian's boxers down. 

He wastes no time getting his mouth on Grian's dick, sucking in softly just to hear those pretty cries as Grian bucks his hips up against Scar's lips. Grian's already wet, so eager to take Scar in and they've barely even started.

Scar brings a resting hand to feel at the entrance of Grian's front sex, teasing him with just a finger running over his entrance, never fully dipping in- barely holding back from giving Grian exactly what he wanted. Scar just wants to make his lover feel good, after all.

"Scar, just—stop teasing!" Grian's impatient whine comes out not as strict as he wanted it to sound, more simply desperate. Scar can work with that. He shifts away a bit, moving up the bed to press open-mouthed kisses to just below Grian's jaw, one arm moving to support himself right above Grian's head, the other still guiding fingers across a wet cunt. 

Scar doesn’t warn him. His hands are gentle, though, when he pushes a single wet finger into Grian, drawing out a soft and embarrassingly high gasp. A sigh of Scar's name, and another joins it, stretching Grian out and massaging his walls. Scar isn't trying to make Grian cum right now, but God, he's so close already. He knows that two fingers are nothing compared to what's been promised for later this night, but he's already so close.

Scar spreads his fingers—knuckle deep—inside of Grian, smiling against his lover's warm neck as he feels the way Grian moans shamelessly at the feeling of being stretched. A third finger stuffs him full, and a fourth finger makes his wet cunt ache, and fuck, he can't wait to take Scar.

Four fingers rubbing against his sweetest spots and stuffing him so nice and full quickly lead him to throw his head back as his vision blurs, clenching helplessly around Scar's fingers. It takes less than a few minutes for Grian to come down from his high. He's so eager, after all.

When Grian opens his eyes again, unsure of when he had closed them, he's met with the hungry warmth of Scar's own. He nods nonsensically, murmuring out little please’s and Scar’s as he squirms impatiently atop the warm sheets. He can hear the ruffling of clothing, but he's not really paying attention to what he's seeing until he sees a large, scarred hand resting atop exactly what he needs inside of him, at this very moment.

The little moans that Scar lets out as he strokes himself with a hand covered in Grian's slick could be recorded and worshipped, Grian thinks. Grian also thinks, similarly, that he wouldn't mind getting on his knees to worship right now.

Scar's unfairly even voice (Scar really hopes his nerves aren't seeping through) snaps him out of that fantasy, however. Another time. "You all ready, Songbird?" A brief pause follows him.

Quiet, and still. For a moment, only their heavy breaths occupy the barely-there space between.

Then, "yes, please—Scar, I want you." He's almost surprised at how sure he sounds, but then again, he's always been sure of this want; this yearning and desire has always been fact.

He doesn't have control over the way his hips twitch upwards. Not when he feels the head of Scar's cock prodding at his cunt, spreading the wetness to his oversensitive clit and drawing a high whine from him. Scar leans down again to greet Grian's jaw with soft kisses before slowly easing the tip inside. 

And oh, God—Grian’s so gone already. Scar’s cock stretches him out so perfectly, fills him out in all the best ways with every inch that presses deeper inside. His eyes had shut some time ago and he can’t even bring himself to try and remember when, not when he feels this good. He knows Scar isn’t all the way in yet. Logically, he does know—but he also doesn’t quite process that. There’s so much of Scar inside of him that every slip further in just pulls Grian’s breath straight out, again and again, drawing him dizzy and dazed by the time their hips are flush.

Grian's head is thrown back against the pillow, mouth open in a long, now silent moan, and he revels in the feeling of being so full. He's never felt like this before, never felt so ultimately complete. Never until now, every shift against the bedsheets making Scar’s cock rub so deliciously against Grian's inner walls.

Even as still as they both are—Scar panting above him, giving him time to adjust—Grian can feel every vein along Scar's cock. He feels the way his lover fills in every crevice, the tip pushing against his cervix with an aching kind of pleasure that'll turn to bruises come the morning, far beneath where anyone will be able to see. 

Grian’s getting impatient now, with every moment that passes by while Scar's not fucking him into the mattress. He knows his lover is being nice and considerate, letting him adjust—but Scar's just so big. Grian's literally never going to get used to him, so there's no point in waiting. 

Plus, Grian wants to feel him.

It takes about a minute of his insistent whining and grinding his hips against Scar's for his lover to finally break and start to move. The slow drag of his cock pulling out to the tip drives Grian mad, even more so when he pushes in again, taking his sweet time to meet Grian's hips with his. Grian wants Scar to snap his hips hard and fast, make it ache.