the movie was some mindless rom-com you'd picked, the kind where the leads fall in love in improbable ways against a sparkling city backdrop. you were curled up on your bed, tucked against his side, but you weren't watching the screen. you were watching him.

aerion was rigid. not his usual confident, take-what-he-wants self, but a statue carved from pure, undiluted anxiety. his eyes kept flicking from the television to your face, to the hand you had resting on his thigh, back to the television. he'd swallowed about a dozen times in the last ten minutes.

"you hate this movie, don't you?" you whispered, nudging him with your shoulder.

he startled, like you'd caught him doing something wrong. "what? no. it's... fine."

"it's fine?" you repeated, a smile playing on your lips.

"was just thinking," he mumbled, refusing to meet your gaze.

you knew what he was thinking about. the plan. the one you'd made a week ago, before you'd left for summer camp, a plan that had felt both terrifying and thrilling. your parents were out of town until tomorrow.

you were in your favorite soft pajamas, the ones with the little clouds on them. and you were almost certain he had condoms burning a hole through his wallet in his pocket.

you decided to put him out of his misery. you shifted, turning to face him fully, and placed your hand flat on his chest. his heart was hammering against your palm.

"aerion," you said softly.

he finally looked at you, and his eyes were so dark, so full of that intense emotion he always tried to hide. "yeah?"

"do you still want to do it? i want to if you-"

he let out a shaky breath, a sound that was half laugh, half pure relief.

"god, i was trying to figure out how to... i didn't want to..." he trailed off, just shaking his head.

he leaned in and kissed you, and it was different from his usual kisses. it was soft, almost hesitant, like he was afraid you might break.

you kissed him back, deepening it, threading your fingers into his hair. his hands came up to frame your face, holding you gently as he explored your mouth. when you pulled back, you were both breathing heavily.

"okay," he said, his voice a low rasp. he fumbled in his jeans pocket, his movements clumsy as he pulled out his wallet. he shook not one, but three foil packets onto your bedside table.

you burst out laughing. "three, aerion? really?"

his face flushed a deep red, spreading all the way to his ears. "shut up," he grumbled, but there was no heat in it. "i just... i wanted to be prepared. in case... i don't know, in case one ripped or something."

"that's sweet," you said, your voice soft as you reached out to trace the line of his jaw. "it's really sweet."

he captured your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss your palm. "let me..." he started, then stopped, taking a steadying breath. "let me take care of you."

you just nodded, your throat too tight to speak.

he helped you out of your cloud pajamas, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on your top. his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get the last one, and he made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. you gently brushed his hands aside and did it yourself, letting the shirt fall open.

he stared at you, his eyes wide and reverent. "you're..." he breathed, but couldn't seem to find the rest of the words. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the hollow of your throat, then another between your breasts. his mouth was warm and his lips were soft.

he stripped off his own shirt, and you got to touch the hard planes of his chest, the smooth skin stretched over lean muscle.

he shivered slightly under your touch.

when it came to the rest of your clothes, it was a symphony of awkwardness. knees knocked, limbs got tangled, and he nearly fell off the bed trying to get his jeans off. you were both giggling, the nervous tension breaking apart into something warm and comfortable.

finally, you were both naked, the movie still playing forgotten in the background. he knelt over you, just looking, his expression so full of adoration it made your chest ache.

"you're sure?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"i've never been more sure of anything," you replied.

he took one of the condoms, his fingers still clumsy as he tore the foil. he rolled it on with a concentration usually reserved for finals, his brow furrowed in focus. then he settled between your legs, his weight a comforting pressure.

he looked you in the eye as he positioned himself, his gaze searching yours. "okay?"

"okay," you breathed.

he pushed in slowly, so slowly, and the sensation was overwhelming. a strange, stretching pressure that was a little bit painful and a little bit perfect. he stopped, his whole body tense, waiting for you.

"are you okay? did i hurt you?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

"no, it's... it's just-" you gasped, trying to find the words. "it's just... big."

a flicker of pure, unadulterated male pride crossed his face before he could tamp it down. "yeah?" he breathed, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

you wanted to roll your eyes, but the feeling of him starting to move, slow and shallow, wiped your mind clean of any witty comebacks. he was trying to be gentle, trying to make it good for you, but you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his breath hitched every time he sank deeper.

he was holding on by a thread.

it was over almost before it began. with a choked gasp of your name he came, his hips stuttered and he froze, his whole body shuddering against yours. he buried his face in your neck, his breathing ragged and hot against your skin.

for a moment, there was only the sound of his harsh breaths and the distant dialogue from the tv. then he lifted his head, his face a mask of utter mortification.

"fuck," he whispered, his voice cracking. "i'm so sorry. that's…i'm sorry."

"hey," you said softly, reaching up to push the damp hair off his forehead. "it's okay. it's our first time."

"it was supposed to be about you," he insisted, his voice thick with frustration. "i was supposed to make it good for you."

"it is good," you lied gently.

he just shook his head, his expression devastated. he looked so wrecked, so utterly unlike his usual confident self. then, a spark of determination lit his eyes. "no. we’re not done." he started to pull out, but you stopped him.

"aerion, wait."

"i can make you cum," he said, his voice firm. "i can. just...let me try."

before you could protest, he was moving again, his hips resuming a clumsy, determined rhythm. he shifted his angle, trying to find the spot that made your breath catch, his hand slipping down between your bodies to rub clumsy circles against your clit.

it was sweet, and it was earnest, but it wasn't quite... enough. the pressure was building, but it was a slow, frustrating climb.

"you know," you said, your voice a little breathless. "we could... we could use something else."

he stopped, looking down at you in confusion. "what else?"

you gestured with your chin toward your nightstand. "in the drawer. its purple."

his eyes widened as he processed what you were saying. he slowly pulled out, dealing with the condom before leaning over to open the drawer. he pulled out your small, bullet-shaped vibrator, holding it like it was a foreign artifact.

"you want me to... use this?" he asked, looking from the toy to you, a new kind of nervousness in his eyes.

"yeah," you said, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "if you want to. it feels really good."

a slow, wicked grin spread across his face, the first truly confident expression he'd worn all night. "oh, i want to," he purred, clicking it on. a low buzz filled the room. "show me how."

you took the buzzing toy from his hand, your fingers brushing against his. "here," you said, your voice a little shaky. "just... like this."

you guided his hand, showing him how to hold the vibrator, how to press it against your slick folds. he watched, his eyes dark and intent, as you moved his hand in slow circles. the buzzing against your clit was immediate, a jolt of pleasure that made you gasp.

"right there?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"mmhmm," you breathed.

he took over, his movements clumsy at first, but quickly growing more confident as he watched your reactions.

he learned you, his eyes never leaving your face as he experimented with pressure and speed. the buzzing was a steady thrum of pleasure, building inside you, a slow, delicious coil of heat.

"you like that?" he asked, a smug satisfaction in his voice now that he knew he was doing it right.

"yes," you moaned, arching your back. "don't stop."

he didn't. he kept the pressure steady, his other hand coming up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. the dual sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

he watched you, a predator learning his prey's every tell. the way your back arched, the sounds you made, the way your thighs started to tremble. he was a quick study, his confidence growing with every gasp he pulled from you.

"look at you," he breathed, his voice a low, filthy rumble. he slid two fingers from his other hand down, teasing your entrance before sinking them knuckle-deep inside you. you cried out, your walls clamping down around him. "fuck," he groaned. "tight, too. so goddamn tight and wet…”

he started a rhythm with his fingers, a slow, deliberate curling motion that hit that spot inside you every time, all while the vibrator continued its relentless assault on your clit. he was playing you like an instrument, and you were completely at his mercy.

he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss. it was all teeth and tongue. "can you feel how hard you make me?" he growled against your lips, grinding his once-again-hard cock against your thigh.

you could only moan in response, your mind going blank with pleasure. the coil of heat in your belly was winding tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap.

"that's it, pretty girl," he coaxed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "let go. i wanna feel you cum all over my hand. i wanna feel this pretty little pussy squeeze my fingers c’mon."

he increased the pressure of the vibrator, his fingers pumping faster, and that was all it took. your orgasm hit you like a freight train, a blinding, explosive wave of pleasure that ripped a scream from your throat. you came hard and fast, your juices flooding his hand.

he didn't stop, drawing out your pleasure until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess. only then did he slowly pull his fingers from you. he brought them to his face, his eyes locked on yours, and deliberately, slowly, sucked them clean.

“oh my god aerion-”

he smirked around his fingers, slowly pulling them from his mouth with a wet pop.

he tossed the vibrator onto the nightstand, its buzzing suddenly silent in the room. the absence of the noise made your own ragged breathing seem impossibly loud. he shifted, moving over you, his knees nudging your thighs apart. his cock, hard and heavy, rested against your stomach, a hot, insistent weight.

"you taste so fucking good," he groaned, leaning down to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his tongue. he kissed you deeply, hungrily, like he couldn't get enough. "all that just for me hm?"

he reached down, taking himself in his hand, running the thick, swollen head of his cock through your slick folds. he teased your entrance, not pushing in, just letting you feel him.

“condom aerion-” you gasped, your fingers gripping his hair.

he froze. the thick, swollen head of his cock was still nestled against your slick entrance, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

for a second, he didn't move, his body a tense, rigid line above you. then he let out a harsh, frustrated sigh and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

"shit," he muttered against your skin. "oh shit, right. fuck."

the foil wrapper crinkling in his hand. he tore it open with his teeth, his movements sharp and impatient. he rolled the condom on, and was back on you in a flash, his body covering yours, his weight a familiar, possessive pressure. he nudged your legs apart with his knee, his cock now sheathed in latex, pressing against your entrance.

"there," he said, his voice a little rough.

he pressed forward, just the tip breaching you. "tell me," he demanded, his eyes dark and intense. "tell me you want it."

you were still floating in the hazy aftermath of your orgasm, your body pliant and eager. "please," you whimpered, your hips rising to meet his. "please, aerion."

that was all he needed. with one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt. you both groaned at the sensation, the perfect, full feeling of him stretching you. he stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing ragged.

"fuck," he breathed. "you are so pretty…"

he started to move then, a slow, deep rhythm that had your toes curling. he was watching you, his eyes dark and intent, as if memorizing the way your face contorted in pleasure.

"you like the way i stretch this little pussy open? mm? my girl?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

you could only nod, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. he was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

"say it," he demanded, his hips snapping forward, his rhythm growing more erratic. "tell me this is for me."

"it's yours," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. "i’m all yours, aerion."

"damn right you are," he grunted, his pace quickening.

you were lost, lost in the sensation, lost in him. you could feel another orgasm building, a slow, delicious coil of heat in your belly. "don’t stop-" you cried out. "please aerion-"

“i know, i know. i’ve got you-” he panted, his fingers coming down to press hard against your clit.

he came with a guttural groan, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he spilled himself into the condom, in you. you followed him over the edge a moment later, your body convulsing around him, a silent scream tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure washed over you.

he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent, his face buried in the crook of your neck. for a long time, the only sounds were your ragged breaths mingling in the quiet room.

finally, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and sated. "told you i'd make you feel good," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face.

you laughed, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "you're very proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"i am," he said, kissing you back, his tongue delving into your mouth.

"you always do, make me feel good-" you whispered against his lips.

he rolled off you, but immediately pulled you into his arms, tucking you against his side. he was quiet for a long time, just stroking your hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your scalp. the post-orgasmic haze settled over you both, a comfortable, warm silence.

you could feel his heartbeat against your back, a steady, reassuring rhythm. his hand stilled in your hair, and he shifted, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. the smugness was gone, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable expression.

"so," he started, his voice a little rough. "that was...okay?"

you turned your head to look at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "just okay?" you teased gently.

a faint blush crept up his neck, a rare sight that made your heart flutter. "no, not just okay," he amended quickly, a hint of his usual defensiveness creeping in. "it was...it was good. it was fucking great. but was it...good for you? like, really?"

you rolled over to face him fully, draping an arm over his waist. "it was more than good, aerion," you said softly, sincerity in your voice. "it was perfect."

he let out a breath he didn't seem to realize he was holding, his whole body relaxing. "yeah?" he asked, a small, genuine smile finally touching his lips. "even when i was being a...you know. a bossy asshole?"

you laughed, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "especially then," you admitted. "i like it when you're a bossy asshole."

he leaned down and kissed you again. "it's not just about me getting off. i want... i want you to feel good. i need you to feel good. seeing you like that... it's the best part."

he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around you, holding you tight. "and the vibrator?" he asked, a hint of his usual cockiness returning.

"you're a very fast learner," you said, your voice muffled against his chest.

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "what can i say? i'm a man of many talents."