So when discussions of sex between them came up, Scar insisted Grian could never ever take his dick up his cunt. He would tear him open even if he had all the prep he possibly could. That Scar bets his fingers would be more than enough to make Grian feel real nice and full. Grian scoffs, absolutely offended. Scar waves him off, chuckling, saying he’ll be the one topping anyway, so it’s his duty to keep the bottom safe.

Grian is shoving him down on the couch in an instant, straddling over his chest and looking down at him. Telling him that, actually, he’s going to be topping Scar. Scar finds this…amusing, to say the least. But, hey, he’ll let Grian have a go, let him have a try. He’s fine swapping places whenever Grian’s over it.

….And yeah, that never happened. Grian fucked Scar so well that Scar started forgetting his own name for a little while there. Whether it was Grian fucking his ass with a strap-one of Grian’s own, it was a length that made Scar a little concerned for his first time with anal-or Grian riding his dick, his first time as a bottom made him realize a couple things.

One: that Grian owned many dildos, most of which would make an average-sized human squirm in intimidation. Scar’s dick was indeed closer to the larger end of the spectrum of sizes Grian owns, but it really didn’t phase him. Even with such a large bulge in his stomach, the end of his cock pierced into Grian’s womb, Grian never backed down. Fucked himself until they came, flooding Grian’s insides with cum.

Two: he was definitely more of a bottom than a top, especially with Grian. He’d always assumed he’d be top in every relationship he’s had, given his size. No past partners complained, either being bottoms or switches with others before. But void, everything about bottoming felt to insanely right. He got much, much more pleasure out of being in that position than he did as a top. It didn’t have moments of feeling awkward or forced. Also, him being topped by someone who is eye-level with his stomach is insanely hot.