Page 51 of Gunpowder

“What do you mean, you haven’t been with anyone else? You mean recently?”

“At all. Not like this,” Blair said, trying to shrink into the bed but not really having anywhere to go.

Wren flicked the condom aside, his face was unreadable as he said, “You’re… a virgin.”

“I told you at the hotel I’d never done that to anyone before!” Blair said defensively. He thought Wren already knew.

“I thought you meant something specific, not that you’d never done anything like this at all.” Wren ran a hand down Blair’s side, eyes raking over his body like he was seeing it for the first time.

Blair relaxed a little at his touch. “I had a girlfriend in highschool that went down on me once. That’s pretty much it for what I’d done before you.”

Wren looked conflicted for the first time since Blair had met him. Uncertainty was an oddly endearing expression on his pretty face. “This might hurt at first,” Wren finally said, laying over him.

“I know,” Blair said around a sharp exhalation as he felt every inch of Wren’s body against his.

Wren slipped a hand under Blair’s head and pulled him up into a kiss. Wren’s lips were ravenous, but when slick fingers reached between them to brush over Blair’s entrance, they were careful as they breached him. Wren worked them in and out slowly at first, then faster when Blair started rocking his hips to meet them. Blair thought it would be nerve-wracking, preparing to lose his virginity, but all he could think as Wren fingered him was that he wanted more. He wanted everything.

Blair hooked his good leg around Wren’s waist to keep him where he was. Maybe it would be easier if he gave Wren more space to move, but Wren’s weight on top of him was calming, keeping him from focusing on the slight sting as a third finger stretched his hole.

Blair knew what was coming when Wren withdrew his fingers, and he tightened his grip on Wren’s shoulders. “Start slow?”

Wren kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek, all so softly that it was throwing Blair’s entire equilibrium off balance, making him unsteady in Wren’s arms. “I was planning on it,” Wren murmured.

Blair’s heart stuttered in his chest, watching Wren’s arm move as he slicked himself up. Wren rested the head of his cock against Blair’s entrance, still holding the back of Blair’s head, not letting Blair turn to bury his face in the pillows as he was trying so hard to do. Wren’s glasses were starting to slip down his nose, but he shook his head when Blair reached up to take them off.

“Leave them,” Wren said as he started to press into him, thumb sweeping over Blair’s lips as they parted to suck in a breath. “I want to see you.”

His injured leg be damned, Blair wrapped it around Wren, too, unable to keep it still even if he left it laying on the bed. Blair shook from head to toe. It stung as his body accepted Wren but it was also good, frighteningly good, addicting in a way he didn’t know something as simple as sex could be. His mouth fell open wider as he stretched for Wren’s cock.

“Fuck,” Blair gasped, staring helplessly up at Wren, held captive by the bright blue eyes that hadn’t left him once.

“Yeah?” Wren smiled at the almost awestruck pleasure cracking Blair’s voice, his hair falling forward past his shoulders to hang around his face.

Blair nodded, his words failing him as Wren finally sheathed himself all the way inside. Wren didn’t move, letting Blair get used to the burn. Blair tilted his head to bite Wren’s thumb that still rested against his lips. Wren let out a sharp, startled moan, his cock twitching inside Blair and what a feeling that was.

The pain started to ebb and in its place was an all consuming need for more, for Wren to open him up and make a space for himself in Blair’s body that no one else would ever be able to fill. Blair’s cock was furiously red and leaking precome all over himself. He heard a noise that fell somewhere between pleading and demanding, and only realized it was him who made that noise when Wren obliged him and started to move.

Wren kissed him before sliding almost all the way out, then back in, and this time it was all pleasure. Blair clutched at the back of Wren’s neck, keeping their mouths pressed together even if it was overwhelming, almost unbearably intimate to share the same breath as Wren started to thrust into him. He felt taken apart by the slow and steady rhythm. Every time Wren bottomed out, it felt like the air was being forced out of Blair’s lungs and into the mouth of the man above him.

Blair understood all at once why people made such a fuss over sex.

Wren broke the kiss to hitch one of Blair’s thighs a little higher on his side, the angle of his thrusts changing the slightest bit. He resumed that slow, deep pace and Blair cried out as Wren's cock hit his prostate. Blair almost sobbed with pleasure when Wren did it again, the new angle letting him hit the same spot with every thrust. Blair didn’t realize he’d dug his nails into Wren’s neck until he felt skin dragging beneath his fingertips and Wren moaned an unintelligible string of curses.

A particularly hard thrust made Blair’s back arch and his cock slide against Wren’s stomach. “Oh god,” Blair said, the words getting strangled in his throat, caught in the crossfire between a moan and a desperate intake of air.

Sweat clung to both of them, glistening on Wren’s skin as he wrapped his arm around Blair’s waist, raising Blair’s hips up off the bed. “You feel so fucking good,” Wren whispered in his ear, sounding just as wrecked as Blair felt.

“Touch me,” Blair begged.

“No,” Wren said, pushing Blair’s damp hair off his face, an almost sweet gesture compared to his denial. “It’s your first time taking cock, so you’re going to come on my cock.”

Blair couldn’t even move against him for any kind of relief. With his lower body held off the bed, he could only cling to Wren with his legs and take whatever Wren gave him, unable to get any leverage with all his weight resting on his shoulders. The pressure mounting inside him was almost more than Blair could handle. It wasn’t the climb to orgasm that he was used to, with pleasure starting in his dick and moving into him to build higher and higher until he went over the edge; no, Wren was fucking the pleasure into him, filling him with it until Blair just knew it would burst through his skin and bleed him out in ecstasy.

He grasped the side of Wren’s neck and saw his long, dark eyelashes flutter, felt his pace falter for an instant. Blair knew what he needed and maybe he should have taken the opportunity to get back at Wren for refusing to touch his cock, but his hand moved of its own accord. He stroked his fingers over Wren’s neck before wrapping them around it.

“Fuck,” Blair cried out as the tension within him threatened to snap. He couldn’t stop shaking. “Fuck, Wren, don’t stop.”

Wren leaned down, uncaring of how it pressed his throat harder into Blair’s hand, choking himself on it to kiss Blair and grabbing Blair’s hand to hold it in place when Blair tried to take it away. Wren released it once he was satisfied that Blair wouldn’t let go and started fucking him harder. Blair didn’t realize just how careful Wren had been with him up until that point, his body getting inched further up the bed with each thrust, and it only took Wren slamming against his prostate once to end him.

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