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“Johan,” North said one Sunday, completely out of the blue. “I’ve been thinking about anal sex.”
He immediately had to lean back as Johan choked and sprayed half of his americano out his nose. The rest he coughed into his hastily cupped hands. North slapped him on the back, passing napkins and Kleenex to him from the pocket of his uniform apron until the crisis had passed.
“P’Jo?! Are you okay?”
Johan took a panicked look around the coffee shop to see if anyone had heard his faen’s loud announcement.
“Like, you’ve been thinking about it philosophically?” he whispered back.
“No, no. I’ve been thinking about having it.”
Johan just stared at him, face immobile, eyes dark.
“I mean with you, obviously.”
Johan’s shoulder’s relaxed. “Oh.” He looked back to his coffee but was distressed to find it empty. “Alright.” He held the empty cup out to North to take downstairs and refill, while he started dabbing that the ruined schoolwork spread out on the table in front of him. “When were you thinking you’d like to try it?”
“Whenever you’re good. I’m ready now.”
The coffee cup dropped from Johan’s hand, shattering on the floor.
North had no idea why his faen was reacting this way. Surly he must have been expecting this at some point. They had been dating for almost five months now, and so far, had been doing without penetration. They did what North assumed was everything but, and that seemed to suit Johan just fine. North suspected there was actually a lot more possible that he was unaware of, but whenever he asked Johan if there were any other things he wanted to get into in bed with North, his faen’s eyes just glazed over, and he got a bit of a faraway look, only to snap back a few seconds later and assure North that everything he did was perfect, and not to worry, or do anything insane, like ask Terr for advice.
But North knew about anal sex. He wasn’t an idiot. Johan had fingered him a few times in the past, and although it seemed a little arbitrary, he hadn’t hated it. And everyone else seemed to be doing it. At least, that’s what he was led to believe by the gay porn he was attempting to watch every so often, the conversations at the clubs Johan was now taking him to once in a while, and the rhetoric of all the hate groups he saw online. They didn’t come across as particularly upset because men were jacking each other off. No, it seemed anal sex was the real evil - and damn it, North was dying to try it. And he had a hot, caring, sexually stupendous faen to try it with. So Johan could be as shocked as he liked, as far as North was concerned, he should have seen this coming.
Johan met Hill at the usual bar, loud, dim, decorative neon, a place to sip whiskey and exude mystery. Only Johan wasn’t feeling very mysterious. He was feeling exposed and clumsy, and worse, completely out of his depth. It was a feeling he experienced often since he started dating North.
Hill pulled out the chair across from Johan and gave him one of his brightest smiles.
“Ai’Jo. Feels like it’s been ages since we had a chance to talk. What’s up?”
“North wants me to teach him how to have anal sex,” Johan blurted.
Hill almost fell the last of the way into his seat. “Oh.”
“First and foremost,” Johan growled, stabbing a finger in the direction of his best friend, “if you repeat even a single word of any of this to Ter, I swear I will cut you.”
“Okay,” Hill said, leaning back in his chair slightly. “So…you guys haven’t…?”
“Not yet. I’ve fingered him a few times. But I keep it shallow, and usually no more than one finger.”
Hill tilted his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment, as if clearing his sinuses, and then sat forward suddenly. “No. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. You are my brother, and I love you, but I have to go now.”
Hill stood, but Johan caught his sleeve before he could flee and yanked him back.
“Remember that time you thought you had chlamydia?”
“It was a false alarm,” Hill hissed.
“But who found you a doctor who was willing to do a diagnosis without keeping any records?”
Hill sat down slowly. “I see. So that’s where we are. Alright, what do you need?”
“How did you breach the topic with Ter?”
“No.” Hill was back on his feet. “I hang out with you guys. I can’t do this.”
“And I can?” Johan slumped against his seat, looking defeated. Hill paused. He searched his friends face but saw no joking there. Johan seemed to be honestly and truly distressed. Hill sank back down slowly. “Alright, but please, just the necessary details, naaaaa?”
Johan rolled his eyes. “Deal.”
“Okay, well. The truth is, I really didn’t have to do much tiptoeing around Ter. We’d fooled around before, and by the time we made it into bed, he – well, he – I mean, I didn’t have to do much prepping with him at all, I guess he knew things were heading that way and…”
Johan held up his hand. “Stop. I require no more information about that.”
Hill threw his hands up. “What are we drinking? We need to be drinking right now.”
Johan grabbed the already open bottle of wine on the table and poured a glass for his friend, then refilled his own. The men drank in silence for a moment, looking at each other wearily over the rims of their glasses. Music thrummed around them, people laughed and mingled. Johan couldn’t remember the last time he was quite this uncomfortable.
“What I don’t understand,” Hill finally said, “Is why this should be a problem for you at all, Ai’ Jo. You’ve been with men before North. Quite a few, from what I remember.”
“Right, but none of them were anal virgins. With most of the men I was sleeping with I just sort of played it by ear, or they asked. Same with the women.”
“Asked you for anal sex?”
“Of course. Where have you been?”
“Gay since birth, thank God.”
“Sure. I had one woman flip herself over once, get down on all fours and tell me to –”
“Stop!” Hill yelled.
A few of the people at the bar looked over, but no one seemed too worried. Johan covered his face with his hand.
“New idea,” Hill continued. “You’ve got the giving covered. Great. Now just think about your first time receiving, think about what was best for you and do that.”
Johan glared at him. Hill frowned back. What now? He observed his friend, looked hard this time, past the leather jacket and smart buttoned shirt, the perfect glossy black hair and arched brow. There was a bead of sweat there, above his left eyebrow, and his eyes kept shifting, not meeting Hill’s. In his lap, his hands were curled into fists.
“Shia,” Hill sighed. “You’ve never bottomed before.”
Johan shook his head.
“Oh, you should. At least once. I know it’s not for everybody, but you’ve gotta try it. There’s something so,” he spun his hands in the air, looking around for a good way to describe it. His eyes fell on Johan then, who was simply staring. Hill dropped his hands. “Or not.”
“Listen,” Johan said desperately, leaning forward now, “when I met North, with the exception of some make-out sessions and a little heavy petting with his never-to-be-mentioned-bitch-girlfriend, he was a virgin. Like, he was the ‘shy for the first month after we got together about me seeing him naked’, kind of virgin. And I loved it. Loved it. And now he’s come such a long way. I mean, he’s strong, and brave, and willing to try all this stuff that must be new and crazy for him at times, and I love him. Love him. Like I have never loved another living soul on this earth. And now he is trusting me to do this with him and I want to make sure that he has the absolute best experience for his first time that he can. So I am freaking the fuck out here! I mean, I can’t just sneak up on him in the dark and whoops! Or just pounce on him and shove my dick up his ass, I don’t care if he has consented, that’s just damn rude. I want this to be special!”
“Ai’Johan,” a woman’s voice chimed from beside them.
Johan and Hill snapped around to look at the woman now standing beside their table, one hand sliding across the glass surface, the other already resting on Johan’s forearm, over his leather jacket. She must have snuck up while they were too engrossed in their conversation to notice.
“Not now!” Hill yelled, still trying to calm his heart from the shock of her appearance.
The woman jumped a little and backed off, disappearing into the crowd.
Johan watched her go, eyes still a little crazy. When he looked back, Hill had both hands resting palm up on the table.
“Ai’Hill, what are you doing?” Johan said.
“We are connecting. Ter says it’s a good idea when sharing intimate thoughts.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
Johan took a sip from his drink and took Hill’s hands on the table.
“Okay,” Hill said, breathing deep. “Here’s what you have to do. If you want this to be special for him, then treat it like a special occasion. Take him on a date. Like a nice date. Wine. Dinner. Drinks. Movie, whatever he likes best. Go home, get into a love-making frame of mind. Flowers. Whatever you guys do. Don’t tell me. Go at his pace. Figure out your own language around it. I believe in you. You’re going to do great.”
Johan looked at him for a moment. Deep, deep into his friend’s eyes. “You’re going to tell Ter what we talked about, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I’ll die happy.”
“Is it true that you laugh after you cum?”
Hill leaned back slightly. “Shia. That little monster.”
“You don’t want to know what else he’s spilled.”
“Fine. Let neither of us ever mention this conversation ever again.”
They clinked glasses and tossed off their drinks.
Three days later Johan took North out to a fancy restaurant he knew he’d been wanting to try. He had briefed Prang that day about the things that needed to be done in the condo while they were out. Flowers, candles, wine. Rose petals. He never done that for anyone before, but it seemed romantic, so sure, he’d give it a try. He had a fresh box of condoms and a new bottle of scented lube in the nightstand. If the battle to conquer North’s anal virginity was to be his Waterloo, then he was going to make damn sure he was the Duke of Wellington.
Meanwhile, North sat in the chair across from Johan, looking around, eyes wide, cutlery grasped in his hands excitedly, looking like a kid in a candy store. Johan couldn’t help but smile. His faen was adorable. His suit fit a little too big, his shaggy hair a bit of a mess over his eyes. Johan could have eaten him alive right there.
“So, what’s the occasion, P’?”
“No occasion. I just wanted to take you out for a nice dinner. Something sort of romantic, like a second Valentine’s day.”
“Really? That’s so sweet, Phi. Thank you!”
Johan glowed under the praise. He was fine. This was all going to be fine. No need to panic. North was reading the menu, pointing out the dishes that sounded good to him.
“Have whatever you want,” Johan reminded him, leaning his chin against his palm, just watching the younger man. He was wearing some kind of lip balm, his lower lip catching the light just so –
Johan’s phone dinged with a notification. North looked up and smiled. “Do you have business tonight, P’?”
“No, no.” Johan frowned and jerked his phone out of his pocket.
“Oh, maybe P’Hill needs something?”
“I thought I had it turned off.” Johan didn’t even check the message. He just powered the phone down and slid it back into his pocket. Good, he sighed. No more interruptions. He smiled back up at North, ready to give him his full attention, only to find his faen staring at him. Hard.
“What’s going on?”
Johan swallowed. “What do you mean?”
“You never turn off your phone. Not in the shower, not in the hospital, not when I’m going down on you - not even when I’m going gown on you in the shower in the hospital-”
“That has never happened-”
“-have you ever turned your phone off. Spill. What’s going on.”
“Nothing!”
“Fine.” North took out his phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Ter.”
“Alright!” Johan threw his hands up. “I just wanted tonight to be special for you. I was going to take you out, make sure you had a nice meal, that chocolate cake you like, and then go back to the apartment and, you know, have sex. That’s all.”
“We always end up having sex, Phi. What’s so special about this day?”
“Uh…” Johan tired, he really did, but North’s eyes were so big and interested and expectant. He let his breath out slowly. He felt like such a fool. “You’re right. It’s nothing. Nevermind. What would you like to eat?”
North stared at him, long and hard, brow furrowed in concentration. He didn’t look mad, just concerned, and it made Johan feel even worse.
“Okay, Jo, if you say so.” He went back to reading the menu. Johan’s shoulders relaxed.
Suddenly, North’s head whipped back up so fast Johan almost got a case of sympathetic whiplash.
“Wait! You want to have ANAL sex tonight!”
Johan hung his head.
“Ai’Johan,” a female voice from beside the table said. Both North and Johan looked up to find a woman in a slinky red dress, hand perched on the corner of their table, the neck of her dress scooping very low. “It’s so funny to see you here,” she said, free hand inching towards Johan’s forearm.
“We’re dating!” North chirped happily. She took a step back.
“But, Johan….”
“And today is my Anal Valentine’s Day!” North beamed.
Johan waved her away dismissively, not even able to lift his head at this point. “Go. Away.”
North was on cloud nine. He had, literally, the best faen in the world. A man who loved him so much that he had given him a whole new holiday. Yes, Johan was a little awkward about it the rest of the way through dinner, but so what, North was incandescent with joy. He spent the whole drive home with his hand on Johan’s thigh, sliding it ever higher the fasted Johan drove.
“You know, Phi, I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh?” Johan said through gritted teeth. He’d had an erection since they left the restaurant, since North was a menace.
“Maybe the best way to get through my first experience is not to make it super special, but instead, just distract me so much I don’t really know it’s happening.”
“You mean like drug you?”
“Illegal, Phi. I mean like blow me. You know I’m powerless against those lips.”
Johan drove even faster.
The ride in the elevator was the best kind of torture, Johan leaned against the back wall, eyes fixed on North, who stood, facing the door, playing a little with his hair as the car lifted them slowly towards their condo. “You know, P’Jo, I’ve thought of something else.”
“Um?” Johan asked, tilting his head, counting the floors.
“Well, it’s just, would you mind if for my first time, we went without a condom?”
Johan groaned. The elevator doors dinged open.
North’s back hit the condo wall hard as soon as they were in the door, caged inside Johan’s strong arms. Their first kisses already leaving them breathless. The taller man seemed to want to devour North, inhaling his hair, mouth, the juncture of his shoulder and neck, grinding his thigh deep between North’s legs, helping him ride the friction he already needed so desperately. North whined and kicked out frantically until he accidentally hit the door shut.
By then Johan was working North’s pants open, tugging at the waistband of his underwear, sliding in, curling around the heated moist cock he found there, already throbbing. North gasped, shivering as Johan swallowed the sound, pressing kisses all over his face and neck, tasting his tongue, deeper, licking into the slick places inside his mouth, chasing his flavor. North whined, already rolling his hips forward, trying to fuck himself in Johan’s tight fist.
The hand disappeared then, and North barley had time to understand what was happening before Johan’s palm was up against his open, panting mouth. The skin smelled of astringent precome, musky sweat, the soap from the restaurant’s bathroom. North’s mouth watered.
“Lick,” his faen said.
North just blinked at him, already almost entirely lost in the heat of Johan’s body, his greater strength keeping them standing. Johan just smirked at him, then licked his own palm, showing North what he wanted. He held it up to North’s mouth again, dark chocolate eyes intense. “Just like that. Lick, teerack. Make it nice and wet.”
North swallowed thickly. Up until recently, Johan had been an overwhelmingly quiet bed partner, preferring a silent intensity. That all changed after a recent conversation they’d had. Now Johan moaned. He gasped and growled and sometimes he said the filthiest things North could imagine. Things that turned North pink right to the tips of his ears. The change may be the best thing that has ever happened to North.
He gathers as much saliva as he can on his tongue and licks Johan’s palm, making sure to suck his fingertips at the end, showing his tongue, nipping with his teeth, as Johan’s face goes rigid, his dick twitches against North’s thigh, his breath shutters.
Johan dives his hand into North’s underwear again, slippery with spit, tracing the veins of North’s shaft, palming the head, squeezing, kissing North like the younger man belongs to him. Like Johan has the right to every inch of him, pumping him lazily, fingers winding into the hair at the back of North’s head, tugging his head back, baring his throat to Johan’s teeth. It leaves North helpless to do anything but open up, take it, let go of any idea of control, trusting the taller man with everything, even his sanity.
Just as suddenly as they started, Johan stops. Instead he scoops his hands under North’s thighs and lifts him. North winds his arms around Johan’s shoulders, his legs around his waist, realizes he is being carried to the bedroom, Johan’s raw strength a turn-on in itself.
Once they reach the bed, Johan sets North down, kneels on the floor between his spread legs. He tugs North’s pants off the rest of the way, nails tease back up his thighs, grabs the hem of his shirt, yanks it over his head. Johan crawls over him, capturing Norths wrists in his large hands and pressing them to the bedspread, kissing the moans that fall from his mouth, long and deep and frantic. Their hips roll together, tight and with just a smallest amount of chafe against the front of Johan’s now ruined suit pants.
North pushes hard into the discomfort, searching out more of the delicious friction, getting nowhere near enough. Johan slides away again, leaving North breathless and disoriented, leaking whimpers from between his gritted teeth. He can feel Joahn’s tongue sliding down the center of his pale chest. When he manages to look down his body, Johan is kneeling between his thighs again, nosing at the dark wet stain on the front of his boxers where precome has soaked through the fabric. He waits there, breathing against the dark material, North’s straining flesh, mouth open, eyes locked on North’s. He looks predatory, mesmerized and mesmerizing.
“Do you have any idea how you look?” Johan askes, his voice rough, deeper than usual, the voice he only uses when they are here like this, fucking each other raw and open. Johan may not even be aware of the change, so fixated on the sight before him. North catches a movement just out of his line of sight, lower, Johan pumping himself in his own tight fist, eyes on North, burning. North whines, shivers running up and down his spine. It’s too much, knowing Johan is pleasuring himself just at the sight of North. Crouching before him in supplication, offering this view of his worship, as if waiting on North’s command.
“Phi,” North cries for him.
“So fucking desperate,” Johan finishes his sentence from earlier, and the words hit North with a tide of desire. Lust and need flood his bloodstream, cock pulsing impossibly harder. He needs to be touched, right now. “Are you ready to do anything I ask, now?” Johan smiles.
“Please, Jo,” North is still leaking, the stain on his boxers growing, blood beating under the thin silky skin of his length almost painfully. “Even if it’s illegal.”
Johan chuckles. His faen is amazing. He wants to make sure his faen always gets what he deserves. He tugs North’s underwear down sharply, freeing his cock to bob upwards against his stomach. He caresses the shaft with the back of his fingers, blows hot breath over the head, circles the tip with a forefinger, drawing out the feather-light touches, making the torment sublime.
“Shia,” North gasps.
Johan swallows North’s dick in one go, getting over half into his mouth on the first try. North’s shoulders hit the bed again. Stars bloom behind his closed eyes as Johan goes to work, inching his way farther and farther down North’s shaft with every powerful suck that brings him back to the tip.
North writhes as he feels his insides melt, feels the hot wet tongue twisting around his shaft, tip digging into the slit at the top, teeth scraping just this side of painful. He grabs handfuls of Johan’s hair, needing to fuck up into the wet suction of Johan’s mouth. But his faen is pinning him down, arms across his thighs, heavy. North is forced to watch those cupid’s bow lips stretch around his cock, saliva running, Johan’s eyes on his, dark and confident. His orgasm is building with alarming speed at the base of his spine, his hips jutting off the bed, desperate to keep up with the brutal rhythm Johan is setting.
“Jo - ”
Johan pulls off of him with a pop, catches his breath, spit covering his chin. “Soon, baby. I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.” There is a long slippery thread stretched between them.
“I’m ready, Jo. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
Johan braces his hands on North’s thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” Johan promises. “Anytime you need to stop, just tell me.”
“Hurry,” is all North can bring himself to say.
Johan climbs over him again, North sliding back, making room. Johan straightens to his knees, pulls of his shirt, ditches his open pants, underwear, socks, everything, naked and rock hard. His fingers curl around himself again, that lazy pumping. Not for himself, but for North to watch. He knows how affected North is by the sight. He rummages around in the bedside drawer for the lube, and when he finds it, squeezes a good amount onto his fingers.
He takes a moment then, biting kisses up and down North’s chest, laving his tongue over North’s nipples, sucking them until they’re almost raw, each new sensation flashing straight to the younger man’s aching cock. North squirms, tries to get away from the torment, grabs the back of Johan’s head and pulls him closer. Nails bury in the other man’s shoulders, long red marks forming, unnoticed as they moan into each other’s open mouths.
“I know baby, you’re there. Be good for me.” Johan’s voice is blown out from panting and cock sucking.
North sobs at that, parting his legs, helping any way he can as Johan lifts his thighs and separates them, opening him up, about to slip his hand inside him, show him how good the older man can be for him, how humble.
Johan circles his slick fingers around North’s opening, caresses his rim, sometimes dipping just the tip of his finger past the clenched ring of muscle to feel the hot slick walls inside. He shifts his body forward, edges closer, dives deeper, gives more, makes sure to give North’s weeping cock a languid suck now and then, keeping him close to the edge, never taking him far enough to push him over.
North can feel the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring as his nerves sing with the feeling of Johan inside him, rubbing him, adding more fingers. The stretch, the burn, it is all too perfect. There is nothing ambivalent about this. Now North understands. Nothing about this feels thin or shallow. Johan’s fingers are all-consuming. He can’t think of anything else, feel anything else. His whole world has narrowed to his faen’s hand, the movement, the care, the slick warmth of the other. There is pain at first, but it melts into pleasure almost immediately, feeds back on itself, buzzes under North’s skin, making him close his eyes against it.
Johan seems to work him open forever, fingers surging in and out, two, three, twisting and scissoring. North grinding his hips down, chasing the feeling of fullness, until Johan’s fingers brush against something deep inside him, and North arches his back as electric currents of pleasure sear through his veins.
“Shia! oh, fuck, yes!”
Johan smirks a little at this. “There you are,” he says, mostly to himself. He begins to slide his fingers all the way out and then back in, finally adding a fourth, twisting, pressing as far as he can go. “Fuck, North, you’re doing a beautiful job, baby. I bet one day you’ll be able to take my whole hand.”
“Jo-” North’s voice is a sob, his shoulders roll.
“I got you, baby. Just a little more. You can take a little more,” Johan tells him, tapping at North’s prostate, mercilessly pushing him into a spaced-out place of pleasure agony, North’s mouth falls open in a silent scream. Johan stops when he sees the spit gathering on North’s lips, his faen sobbing and cursing and needing Johan’s dick more than he has ever needed anything in his life.
Johan pulls his fingers out and lines up his cockhead at North’s entrance, slides it against the rim.
“You’re so brave, love. So beautiful. Are you ready for me?”
North tips his head back, swallowing in anticipation. “I wanna feel you.”
Johan slides smoothly inside North’s body, continuous pressure, reaching deep. North arches at the feel of Johan entering him, hands scrabbling about at his sides for something to hold onto, amazed at the feeling of his faen’s body fully inside his own for the first time. It is hot and slick and perfect.
Johan can feel North’s walls clamping tight around him, channel pulsing faintly with the beat of North’s heart, the clutch and release of tender muscle. Johan closes his eyes against the feeling, grits his teeth to stop from hammering in and out, the urge to chase his too-close release almost undeniable.
“North?” he grits out, “is it alright?”
“Perfect,” North whimpers.
Johan starts a shallow roll, unwilling to press in too far at first.
“I’m good, P’,” North pants. “Give me more. Let me show you what I can do.”
That’s the last straw. Whatever has kept Johan in control snaps. He drives in as far and as fast as he can go, nailing North directly in the prostate and setting a brutal pace, the other man’s body pushing away across the mattress at the force of his thrusts. Johan sets a hand on North’s chest to steady him and keeps pistoning in, sweat and slapping skin and it feels like honey and perfection and his lungs nearly burst. He growls as he thrusts, mouth running without thought now, spaced out, drunk on endorphins and the sight of his lover laid open beneath him.
“Look at how well you take my dick, teerack. I wish you could see yourself split open on my cock. So fucking gorgeous. So fucking perfect. No one else, understand, no one else gets to feel you like this, ever.”
“All yours,” North confirms, almost cries.
“Mine,” Johan grinds out, sharp as glass, relentless, heart slamming against his ribs, lips chasing after North’s as he bends over him. They kiss with bruising force, mouthing each other, sucking and tonguing, faces so close they breathe into each other, cry and hum into each other, look into each other’s souls and feel no fear of judgement.
North lets out a frustrated sound as Johan slows his thrusts, more a roll of the hips, angles himself so North can feel every inch of him as he fucks in and draws out. Maybe he can feel Johan’s wish to own him, right here, like this. Maybe he understands Johan wishes to be owned himself. North feels his legs pushed wider, Johan pressing deeper, deeper, deep down where it is syrupy and dark and honest. Where everything is focused on working North toward the best orgasm he has ever had.
“Gonna cum,” North pleads, overwhelmed, somehow sounding as if he was asking. He makes a grab for his neglected cock, trapped between their stomachs, leaking between them, but Johan swats his hand away.
“Just on my dick, teerack. Do it untouched.” Johan punctuates the request with kisses.
“Can’t,” North huffs back.
“You can.” He kisses North again, harder, bites at his ear, whispers low and rough. “For me.”
Johan backs off then, onto his knees, grabs North’s hips and lets himself go, pounds into the other man, cock slamming directly into his prostate on every thrust, jaw clamping down so hard he thinks his teeth might crack.
North cums on a scream barley muffled in his own first, his walls fluttering and clamping down so hard on Johan they both gasp. He sobs through the orgasm, fingers digging into Johan’s skin as his body shudders and clenches, mind gone and body a single raw nerve.
Johan fucks him through it, even as his orgasm hits and has him curling double, sweaty forehead pressed into North’s shoulder, moaning, he pumps through his own ejaculation, trembling with oversensitivity, only slowing when North lays still beneath him, hand coming to press weakly against his chest, tapping as the friction became too much, eyes, heavy and drooping in a haze of endorphins and exhaustion.
Johan rolls sideways off North, sprawling on the mattress beside him, lost for a time in the haze of the pleasure they have created together. When he comes back to himself, it is to find North rolling his head, muttering something to himself.
Johan lets his head fall to the side, watching the younger man. “You ok, teerack?”
North makes a sort of choked off sound that might be a snort. “That was fucking insane! What the hell got into you?”
Johan sort of shrugs, tucking his hand behind his head as the sweat starts to cool on his body. “I told you; I wanted your first time to be good for you.”
“Shia. Can it be my first time every day?”
“I’m not sure I’d survive that.”
North props himself up on his elbow, taking in the mess of the bed for the first time, noticing what is scattered there, mostly crushed and torn now, strewn all over the floor.
“Johan, are there rose petals on the bed?”
“I had Prang decorate while we were out. I think you missed it. There were candles and flowers in the living room as well. There’s wine too, if you want some.”
“For me?”
“Um.” Johan confirms.
“Wow. Thank you.” North looks over at Johan, their eyes meet, dopey and blissed out. North starts to chuckle.
“What?” Johan says, unable to stop the smile forming on his face.
“Happy Anal Valentine’s day to me,” North cheers, then bursts out laughing. Johan joins him, their bodies curling towards each other, hands grasping, belly’s hurting from the convulsions.
“So” North giggles, “what do you have planned for Anal Songkran?”