The squelching sound seemed overly loud in Misha's ears, and intermingled with Gabriel's intermittent grunty moans, it made him all the more aware of what his fingers were currently doing. Three were now inside, pushing, pulling, and spreading to open the tight entrance wider. Gabriel's expression wasn't as taut as earlier, but he didn't appear very comfortable, either. His member wasn't fully erect. Then again, he didn't ask Misha to stop, still encouraging him with butterfly kisses on his jaw, neck, and shoulder. It served as a distraction, but it couldn't hide the fact that his body didn't seem to enjoy being fingered, something Misha couldn't ignore. It was too glaring.
"If you don't like it–" Misha started, only to be swiftly cut off by Gabriel, who gently bit his collarbone and nibbled on the skin. "Ouch!"
"Misha, it's fine," Gabriel reiterated. "The sensations are new to my body. I might not react, or it might take time, but it doesn't matter. You can always get me off later with your hands or, if you feel a little endearing, your mouth."
The words made Misha's ears burn up. After restraining his urges for years, it was a little overwhelming to be so straightforwardly allowed to touch Gabriel however he pleased. This tacit consent was, as of yet, a foreign concept. It'd take time for his mind to accept it fully. Perhaps, deep down, he was still too excited to comprehend how their relationship had changed overnight. Neither had yet to tell the other "I love you", for they had hidden these words in their hearts for too many years. They hadn't clarified aloud what they were now, even if it was clear to both of them that they were officially lovers.
"Your fingers stopped," Gabriel pointed out with a soft chuckle. "What are you thinking about now?"
"Nothing…"
"Really? Well, just in case, let me repeat myself one last time: I don't want you to stop. I want our bodies to join, and it's not because my lower half isn't reacting as expected that I'm not enjoying myself. I truly am."
"I really wasn't thinking about stopping," Misha pouted before whispering in Gabriel's ear, hesitation and excitation rendering his voice hoarse, "Do you think you're ready? I'm about to explode here."
Gabriel tilted his head to peek at Misha's member. It indeed looked about to burst, precum oozing and generously wetting the tip. It appeared eager to go, too eager for Gabriel to make it wait any longer. Misha had been preparing him for a long time already, and three fingers fitted without causing pain. It felt uncomfortable, but not painful. With that in mind, Gabriel nodded and kissed Misha.
"I think I'm ready."
"Do you want me to go slowly, or…?"
"Just put it all in one go and stay still for a bit," Gabriel shook his head. "I'd rather deal with the pain in one setting than gradually."
"You're sure?"
"Mish. Put it in."
The order startled Misha, and he reflexively pulled his fingers out. Still, he couldn't help chewing on his bottom lip an instant before sucking in a deep breath. Alright, let's do this. He grabbed his member and directed it toward Gabriel's now relaxed and slippery entrance. He pressed against it and, with one swift push of his hips, burrowed himself deep inside Gabriel. It earned him a muffled hiss from his partner. However, he barely registered it, for a sudden surge of pleasure took him aback. His body trembled, and a long moan escaped him as his limbs grew limp.
"Did you…?"
"Don't say it," Misha whined as his clouded mind tried to organize his disordered thoughts. The aftermath of his orgasm was overwhelming, rendering him unfunctional, but soon enough, a mix of embarrassment and shame washed over him. It intermingled with the pleasure, making him want to bury himself six feet under.
Too fast, way too fast!
A kiss on his forehead brought Misha back to reality, his hazy mind slowly emerging. He caught sight of Gabriel's tender smile, and shyness took over his rationality. He couldn't help but hide his face in the crook of his neck as his member spasmed a few more times in relief and pleasure. The pressure had been too much for him, and he hadn't been able to keep a hold on himself.
"S-sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Gabriel softly said as he caressed Misha's lower back, his fingers trailing over the top of his buttcheeks. He chuckled, "Although I guess I'll need to take another shower and wash again."
Misha responded with a plaintive grunt. He wasn't wearing a condom, and he had released everything inside. Perhaps he shouldn't have listened to Gabriel. Earlier, he had told him it was all right to do it without protection, as neither had had sexual intercourse with someone else and couldn't possibly pass a disease to each other. They were a monogamous couple, and it wasn't like Gabriel could get pregnant, either. But most of all, from what Gabriel had read and heard, a condom got in the way and significantly reduced the feeling of the one penetrating. However thin it was, a condom still erected a barrier between the warm and wet intimate hole and the sensitive skin of the member. He wanted Misha to feel everything and have the most pleasurable time possible. It might have backfired a little, as Misha had been overwhelmed by the bare, raw sensation.
"If you're up to it," Gabriel teased, "we can always go for a second run."
"Just give me a moment," Misha whined. It wasn't like it could go up a second time right away. But he didn't doubt it wouldn't take long before his member was fully erected again. "In the meantime, can I…? Y'know?"
A smile was Misha's answer. It was tacit consent, and excitement swelled up in the pit of his stomach. He slowly pulled out and retreated to sit on his heels. It gave him a perfect view of Gabriel's alluring body. His flushed skin and the semen, his semen, that was dripping from his entrance, was a messy sight, a little too lewd for Misha to assimilate. He felt his mouth turn dry, for Gabriel's parted legs hid nothing. He could already feel his member throb again.
Slowly, Misha's hands slid on Gabriel's thighs until they reached his hips. There, he paused, unsure what to do next. He was afraid of making another blunder. As if aware, Gabriel didn't say a word and patiently waited. But as he did so, his member, which had deflated after Misha penetrated him, hardened. Misha's greedy stare seemed to arouse him, easing his nerves. Gabriel was excited. Misha gulped, still nervous as his hands grabbed his partner's member, and he bent over. The musky smell hit his nose, and he stalled for a split second. When his lips were close to the tip, just as Misha was about to open his mouth and swallow Gabriel's, he stopped mid-movement to lift his eyes and said:
"I'll probably not be very good at it…"
"Don't worry about that, just watch your teeth," Gabriel replied, licking his lips. Visibly, the wait was excruciating for him, too. "And just to be sure you know, you're not obligated to do it until I come. You can stop anytime."
The reminder made Misha purse his lips. Still, he nodded.
Then, he pulled his tongue out to press it against the tip. The sour taste almost made him gag. He had a hunch it wouldn't taste sweet, but he hadn't expected it to taste this bad. It wasn't to the point of making his stomach churn, and he knew that he'd get used to it at one point. Hence, he pushed the feeling aside and wrapped his front teeth with his upper lip before swallowing Gabriel's member. The moment he did, he heard a pleased moan leave Gabriel's mouth. Seconds later, he felt the man's fingers run through his hair, barely restraining themselves from gripping the scalp of his head. It only encouraged Misha to take his member further down his throat, although he couldn't swallow it all. He took as much as he could. Saliva was smeared all over, soon accompanied by precum.
It didn't take long before his jaw and cheeks began to hurt, unaccustomed to the motion. It was hard to say how long it had been since Misha started sucking, as time seemed to pass awfully slowly. However, Gabriel's constant moans were an incentive to continue despite the soreness. Misha was stubborn and wanted to see it fit that his partner came.
However, Gabriel didn't share his opinion and cupped his face to stop him. Frowning, Misha lifted his eyes to meet his, and his lustful expression was the most gratifying sight he could have ever expected to see tonight. Now, his member throbbed with even more desire than earlier.
"It seems like you're up again," Gabriel pointed out. "How about putting it in now? Since I'm so excited, it might not go down this time. Especially if you keep stroking mine while moving."
The proposition was tempting, and after deliberating for a moment, Misha decided to let go of Gabriel's member, which sprang out of his mouth and hit his lips. He kissed the tip as he pouted, "But this time, I want to go in slowly."
"Alright, alright," Gabriel chuckled as he grabbed his shoulders to pull him up. "Do it at your leisure."
With Gabriel's agreement, Misha quickly covered his member in another massive amount of lube before very slowly pushing his member back inside, little by little. The warm, wet, and tight sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he had to stop at times not to come too fast again. It felt incredible, if not divine. Once he was deep inside, almost up to the hilt, he paused to relish in the sensation and let the excitement slow down a bit. Or else, he'd ejaculate prematurely again. He then glanced down at Gabriel's member. It had softened a little, but was still hard.
"See?" Gabriel grinned as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, sifting slightly under Misha in a more comfortable position. "I told you I didn't hate it: I was just not used to it. It's fine now."
"Yeah, I can see that."
It was a relief, and Misha stole a kiss. He was not completely fooled, however, and could tell Gabriel was uncomfortable. He might not be in pain, but bottoming simply wasn't for him. It might change as they made love throughout the night, but it also might not. So Misha thought that, next time, he should be the one to try it. Perhaps he'd find it more pleasurable than Gabriel. But for tonight… Let him have his way.