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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. 

The drag of Scar's hot, wet cunt over Grian's cock is just magical, and Scar knows how wrecked Grian already is for him. They've barely been going at it, Scar isn't even close to coming, but Grian is falling apart beneath him with every whisper of "good, good boy Grian," or "fuck, filling me so well..."

There's a strong hand on his hip holding him in place, making sure he can't move further in or out of Scar, that every bit of Grian's pleasure is out of his control, in Scar's hands. Grian had wanted to buck up into Scar's heat originally, had shifted his hips slightly, and Scar had done nothing but tut at him and pull off. "No, you take what I give you. I don't have to fuck you, y'know?"

And at that, of course, Grian crumbled. "No, no please Scar, I'll- I won't move- I'll be good-"

Scar:

I think Scar has a huge thing for showing off or being seen as a whore. Whether he tops or bottoms, subs or doms, he wants people looking at him with lewd intentions and therefore. He also acts SO oblivious to what he says but he manages to never miss a "that's what she said".

I personally think he's a top, whether dom or sub, but for receiving...

• Exhibitionism

• Humiliation

• Hair Pulling

• Edging

• Restraints (wrists)

• Degradation

• Objectification

For giving and in general, however...

• Praise

• Size difference

• Humiliation (again)

• Overstimulation

• Dacryphilia

• Breeding

Grian:

I think Grian is an absolute bottom. Just gotta get that out there. I think he's a whore and wants to be told as such, but I also think he's a mean dom <3

For receiving...

• Praise

• Degradation

• Humiliation

• Asphyxiation (by giving oral)

• Overstimulation

• Impact Play

• Dacryphilia

• CNC

For giving and in general...

• Size difference (he's a size queen I know it)

• Degradation

• Edging

• Breeding (he wants to be bred)

• Sensory Deprivation (mainly blindfolding)

Cleo:

I think Cleo really likes to mess with their partners, tease them for ages until she starts getting bored of it. She definitely likes the surge of power, and I think they'd only want to top and dom.

For receiving...

• "Ma'am" kink

• "Sir" kink

• Mommy kink

For giving and in general...

• Degradation

• Praise

• Edging

• Begging

• Dry humping

• Dacryphilia

• Humiliation

• Force Fem

• Breeding

Etho:

I don't think Etho would be super sexually active or involved, but I think he would really like to watch his friends fuck! I do think he would prefer to bottom, if he were to have sex.

For receiving...

• Praise

• Force Fem

For giving and in general...

• Voyeurism

• Dacryphilia

• Praise

• Size difference

• Bondage (specifically that Japanese rope)

Skizz:

I think Skizz would honestly be open to do anything at all. That man is both vanilla and a freak he just goes with the flow I think

For receiving...

• "Daddy" kink

• "Sir" kink

• "Mr." kink

• Putting his partner in subspace

For giving and in general...

• Omorashi

• Praise

...

Your first instinct is to shy away from it- whine, push his hands away. He pulls you closer, asks in a hush tone, "please, pretty. Please, let me make you feel good?"

And God, how could you ever say no to that? To him? You nod jerkily, one of your canines catching on your bottom lip. Scar speaks up- still soft, but more coaxing now. "Words, sweetheart."

...You'd love to. Really, you would. Though, despite the familiarity of Scar and his touch, his lips, his voice- this is all so new. You've never done this before. "Scar, I've- um," you take a moment, darting your tongue out over your bottom lip as nerves dry your mouth out. "I've never done this before."

One of his hands that are on you, somewhere between your inner thigh and your knee, squeezes for barely a second. You raise your knee a bit, almost instinctively covering yourself up. He squeezed again, more intentionally this time. "Never? Really? You're this perfect, and you've never done this?" He's not meaning to make fun of you in any way.

He's not making fun of you, or teasing you, or- or whittling you down to the amount of times you've had sex. And he's not meaning to put so much emphasize your body, but...

"Sweetheart, you're perfect. I think about you, beneath me like this, a lot. Y'know that?" He leans in close when he speaks, lips brushing against your neck, the feeling of his warm breath eliciting a shudder from you.

It emboldens you, the praise, the feeling of it all, and so you gently raise a hand to cup his face.

Smoothing your thumb up and down his cheek, you whisper to him- "will you be my first?"

His breath hitches, and you watch him bite his lip for a few seconds. It's a pretty reaction out of him, one he usually gets out of you instead. His response is quiet and breathy, but to you it's loud and clear, "I'd do anything for you."

Minutes fly by and quickly, somehow with both your eagerness, clothes fall onto the floor and the back of the couch you still lay on. Scar's fingers work you open from the inside, kissing and touching up and down your body all the while. Again, he's painfully soft and deliberate, worshipping. Your hand is buried in his soft brown hair, twisted gently to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

He says something about needing to open you up more, get you wet and dripping (as if you aren't already) and ready for his cock. The permission you give him is immersed in high whines and moans, turning higher and louder when he brings his mouth to your lovely cunt, fingers still buried inside of you. Going from kitten licks at your clit to smooth swipes of his tongue in and over your hole, you've gotten so close, you're almost there. "Please, Scar- please, please, 'm so close, so good, so close...!"

You come on his tongue, clenching and fluttering around his fingers as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing out low groans from your partner that only pleasure you more, creating a feedback loop for a few moments.

You still need more, when you come down from your high. He's right there, out of his clothes, and you're so close to getting his thick cock buried deep inside you. You need it.

"Scar, please, I- I need you-" he cuts you off, just momentarily, to steal a kiss. You continue after pulling away, undeterred. "Need y'r cock, please..."

And of course, like he said, he would do anything for you. You're wet and open for him now, stretched on four of his fingers and his tongue. He grasps his cock in his right hand, dragging his wet fingers over it up and down for not even five seconds, already achingly hard.

Still, when he lines up his cockhead to your cunt, he meets resistance when he first pushes in. You push your hips onto him, and the head pops in with a stretch. "Fuck, you're tight..." The swear catches you off guard, only serving to get you wetter as you take in the fact that it's you, taking him apart like this.

He pushes in inch by excruciatingly slow inch, wanting nothing less than to make this perfect for you, not hurt you whatsoever. Of course, it still burns, the stretch. He's big, of course it burns.

When he thrusts in that little bit more at the end, finally pushing in to the hilt, your breath leaves you in one high gasp as the tip of his dick pushes against your cervix. He's so deep, and you'll be feeling it for days, you know that. Still, you want more.