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Lewis was unsure about this. When Warren suggested something special at the ball, he didn’t exactly plan for this to happen. The two were having fun until the ball (hosted by his ex’s mother, ugh) ended and Warren dragged him towards the bedrooms. His bedroom. Lewis didn’t even know his partner had one in this place, let alone one at all. But whatever floats his boat is fine with Lewis.
Once the two settled in, both of them undressed and sat on the bed together. It was… Well, it wasn’t awkward per say, just strange. The two had never done it with each other before. It being sex. Sure, Lewis has had sex with Astrid (which ended in a pregnancy and a child he didn’t want) but with Warren… It was different. Warren was sweet and loving towards Lewis and he was rough around the edges.
So Warren’s suggestion of Lewis taking pictures of him during their time was unexpected, even Warren didn’t expect to say it. But he did and now they were here. In bed with each other, Lewis on top of Warren as he slowly stretched the ginger open with two fingers. They used whatever shit was handy, they didn’t have lube. Not like it mattered, if Warren asked, Lewis would do it raw.
Slowly he pulled his fingers out, taking a deep breath as he paused. Did he really want to do this? What if he messed something up and Warren hated him for the rest of his life? Warren would probably never forgive him and he’d be all alone again with no one around.
“Lewis," Warren said. "Are you sure?" No, he wasn't. But he'd be damned if he didn't do this. Lewis was many things, and being a good boyfriend to his partner was one of them. "I'm sure." Lewis pushed in, groaning as the tip got into Warren's hole. "F-fuck.."
“Shit, Lewis. Who taught ya ta do this, huh?” Warren joked, his face flushed and his cock spilling pre-cum on his stomach with arousal.
Lewis just huffed, he did that a lot, and pushed in deeper until he bottomed out. And was Warren’s face worth it. His face was about as bright as his hair and his chest heaved as he breathed heavily. Lewis scrambled for his camera, quickly snapping a picture before tossing it on the bed somewhere and pulling back before thrusting into his partner again with a renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping together and the duo’s moans and grunts echoed in the dim room as Lewis grabbed Warren’s legs, throwing them over his shoulders.
“So purdy, just for me ta see.” Lewis continued his fast paced movements, not stopping for a moment. “No one else gets this view but me. Yer just so perfect, Warren. Too sweet for me, but I love it, never will stop loving it.”
“Lewis!” Warren clawed at the undertaker’s back, his walls tightening around Lewis’ cock as he stared up at him with those big, doe-like eyes. “F-fuck, Lewis, I love ya!”
“I love ya too, doll.” Lewis continued on, feeling his edge coming near. “Just hold on tight for me, yeah?
Lewis pounded into Warren before stopping as he felt cum shoot out. “Shit!” He panted, slowly dropping Warren’s legs. “So good for me, doll. So good.” He’d run a hand across Warren’s face, wiping off the sweat from his brow. “Did so well.”
Warren slowly nodded, whining as Lewis pulled out. The older man watched as cum dripped from his hole before scooping it up and pushing it back in. Warren hummed as he shifted on the bed, stretching. “So nice t’me, eh, pardner?” And Lewis had to agree, this time at least. There was nothing more than he loved than seeing Warren happy and having that big, dopey smile on that beautiful face of his.