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Now that Lambert had set Aiden off, there was no stopping him. Lambert’s sex life had never been so good. Whenever they met on the Path, Aiden was desperate to get inside Lambert’s codpiece, steering him towards the nearest tree, comfortable-looking patch of grass or secluded nook with a vial of oil in his hand and a gleam in his eye.
It wasn’t just the physical pleasure of the act itself that Aiden craved, but the emotional intimacy of folding Lambert against him and cradling him close. Warm lips pressed to the curve of Lambert’s neck, sometimes a palm over Lambert’s mouth to stifle his noise as they fucked against the paper-thin wall of an inn, and Aiden would lose himself in the heat and passion of his lover.
Aiden liked to work slow and deep, slick fingers wrapped around Lambert’s cock as he ground his hips forward. He became far too fucking skilled at finding the angle that made Lambert wail and seethe, a wanton accompaniment to the jangle of belts and buckles that hadn’t been completely removed in Aiden’s desperation. Aiden loved drawing out Lambert"s climax until he saw stars, his thighs shaking, his chest heaving, everything too fucking sensitive.
As the embers settled, Aiden always pushed his nose to the curve of Lambert’s jaw and breathed deeply, smelling them both in the glaze of his sweat. Sometimes, he licked it from the column of Lambert’s throat, spent cock still buried to the root, Lambert’s wrists pinned above his head. Aiden wanted to be close, wanted to show Lambert all the love he struggled to verbalise in the soft afterglow of their love-making; fuck, there weren’t words good enough to say what he needed to communicate. He wanted to give Lambert everything—every part of himself. But was it enough?
They were sitting on either side of a small fire outside Beauclair when Aiden started making his request. Ironic since it was in a small, ramshackle inn tucked in the shadow of the city’s keep that this had all begun. “Do you… like… my cock?”
Lambert looked up slowly from where he was picking over a rusk. He pressed his lips together hard to stem the smirk because he could hear the edge of hesitation in Aiden’s voice. They were still working on his confidence surrounding sex, and poorly timed humour would only hinder their progress. “It’s pretty good, yeah.”
Aiden scrubbed at the stubble on his chin, suppressing the embarrassment that threatened to mute him, and mustered the courage to proceed. He bought some time with a quick swig from his canister, the sharp tang of vodka hitting the crisp night air. Lambert waited patiently as Aiden licked his lips, cleared his throat and shuffled a bit. “And it feels good.” It was a statement. He knew it did. Lambert melted beneath him every time, and he was always so fucking loud in his praise.
“More than good,” Lambert answered with a hum, and placed the remains of his dinner to one side. “Wasn’t really prepared for a performance evaluation. Something bothering you?”
“I was—I thought that maybe, we could swap, for a bit.” Aiden observed Lambert closely for his response. Measuring, evaluating; he was looking for rejection before it came, because that was what he was used to from any and all previous partners. Why would someone give up something they enjoyed so much for his benefit?
Lambert tilted his head and hummed. “Guess I can put the effort in for once,” he said, grinning toothily as Aiden’s eyes lit up. “Won’t be an immediate thing though. You need a bit of training.”
“Training?” Aiden’s brow knit together. “Can’t you just… you know, use the oil and put it in?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind not sitting for a few days after,” Lambert said, allowing his amusement to bleed through. When Aiden looked even more perplexed, he huffed. “It’s like any muscle. If you’re expecting it to do a new thing, it needs working up to it. I may not be packing your level of heat, but it’s no knitting needle either.”
“Right. When can we start?”
“Tomorrow night. You stink and I’m not putting my fingers anywhere near your backside, let alone my prick.”
“Fair.”
“Right then. We’ll go to the same inn. Seems fitting.”
They flopped onto their bedrolls, cheeks touching, and gazed at the stars above them from beneath the weight of their travelling cloaks. It didn’t take long for Aiden to wriggle around and curl over Lambert’s chest, nose tucking between his bristled chin with a contented hum.
***
The innkeeper didn’t recognise them. He threw Aiden the same reproachful glance he did every stranger with weird eyes as he handed over the room key, but said nothing. The communal beds were all full. Festivals for Saovine were in full swing, which meant the streets were crammed with stalls and revellers, the taverns were overflowing and they were lucky to get the room at all.
They filled the big laundry basin in the storeroom and scrubbed off a week’s worth of sweat and road grime. Lambert guided Aiden’s hand gently beneath the water when he tried to get out. “Pay a little more attention to your backside. I’m not precious, but it’ll make you feel more comfortable.” Aiden flushed red but sank back into the water to give his ass another go over.
Meanwhile, Lambert pulled on his shirt and braies and headed back up the stairs. The noise in the tavern was beginning to pick up, the revellers steadily emptying the cellars before the evening’s brawls in the streets outside. He spread their cloaks over the top of the straw-stuffed pallet, rolling up one of his clean shirts for a pillow, and then placed the small bottle of oil on the floor nearby. Everything was as comfortable as it could be in a tiny loft room; the window was open to let in some fresh air and Lambert could scent the embers of bonfires and lanterns rising from the streets below.
Lambert stood in only his braies by the time Aiden stepped through the door, twisting around in the small space so that he could shut and lock it behind them. They had been given the room crammed up by the corner beams, and the slope of the roof made it difficult for two grown men to manoeuvre around each other. In the end, Lambert flopped onto the bed and waited for Aiden to crawl over him. “How’d you want me?”
“Like this,” Lambert answered simply, lifting Aiden’s shirt over his head. He ran his fingers down Aiden’s sides on the way back to the waistband of his braies, peppering his jaw with gentle kisses. “How’re you feeling? Okay?”
“Yeah.” It was only half a lie. Lambert could feel the nervous tension beneath his palms; a subtle hum under Aiden’s skin that was part excitement, part anxiety. It wasn’t a matter of trust. They had been together now for years and Aiden knew Lambert would never hurt him. Hell, if he didn’t care, he would have never gone through the pains of making the oil in the first place. It was a fear of the unknown. The anticipation of treading new ground and being a tad more vulnerable than usual. Not because of the sexual position itself, but because he was laying out his inexperience and submitting it to Lambert’s care.
“Don’t clam up on me now,” Lambert said, lips tilting up in a wry smile as he pushed Aiden’s braies from his hips and shimmied out of his own. As their legs coiled together, bodies pressing flush, Aiden relaxed in Lambert’s arms, eager to feel Lambert against him; his chest, his lips, the velvet soft length of his cock hardening against his thigh. A familiar dance they had performed together so many times before.
Lambert took his time exploring the familiar plains of Aiden"s body, following the uneven ridges of scars until they petered out to smooth skin, while his head rested on the curve of his bicep. “You’re such a pretty bastard,” Aiden grumbled, looking down through his lashes with a wry smile.
“Damn right I am,” Lambert replied, lifting Aiden’s leg to his hip. His fingers wandered back of his thigh, ghosting through the soft curls of hair to the smooth skin of his sac. “Feeling good?”
“Mm, yeah.” Aiden’s eyes were closed, his lips parted. He liked having his balls played with, and Lambert tugged them a little more firmly to earn a quiet moan before he cupped them against his palm and pushed his fingers up Aiden’s taint. The glide was smooth, and he pressed gently backwards and forwards. Aiden wriggled, tilting his head back, heel pressing into the muscle of Lambert’s ass. “...Bert, fuck.”
“Nice?”
“Mhm.”
Lambert changed his stroke occasionally, massaging in circles, drawing back and pressing further up towards his hole. This was nice. Aiden never really let Lambert focus on him; he was energetic in sex, always keen to see what noises he could wring out of Lambert, but never allowed himself to be the centre of attention. It was as if he felt like he needed to prove himself a worthy partner in bed after Lambert had discovered his depressing lack of sex education. Lambert would ponder on it later, because now he had Aiden in his arms, shivering as the swells of pleasure overwhelmed his control, his cock twitching and drooling between their bellies.
“Stay,” Lambert murmured, untangling long enough to grab the bowl from the top of his bag. A bowl, because it was easier to resoak his fingers when needed rather than having to pause every time to upend a vial. He placed it behind Aiden’s rear and wound around him once more, returning Aiden’s thigh to his hip. The next time his fingers stroked down Aiden’s taint, they left a glistening trail of lube and Aiden’s arm tightened around his head in tense anticipation. Lambert huffed into his fluffy chest, his nose scrunched between Aiden’s tits. “Can’t finger fuck you if I suffocate.”
“Oh, yeah…” Aiden grinned and his arm flopped out across the lumpy mattress behind Lambert’s head. With his airways restored, Lambert tilted his head back to press soft kisses to the underside of Aiden’s chin. His fingers worked further back until the tips were stroking around Aiden’s hole, exciting the nerve-endings with teasing caresses. Aiden’s ass clenched, hips rocking forward on the first few passes, but he soon relaxed into the unfamiliar tingles. Lambert didn’t ask again. He could feel Aiden’s pulse beneath his lips as he kissed the soft skin under his jaw. Excitement and arousal were both tangy and sharp in the air, sweating from Aiden’s pores.
Lambert tucked his nose beneath Aiden’s chin as he teased his fingertip inside his rim. It was barely anything compared to a cock but he remembered his first time. How big it felt going the wrong way. Aiden tensed, body feeling out the intrusion in little flutters, before relaxing in increments. “Alright?”
“Yeah, no problem, I’ve taken bigger shi—hng,” Aiden tilted his face into Lambert’s hair and breathed in the smell of soap and clean sweat. Lambert’s finger had slipped in a little deeper, the tight muscle of Aiden’s hole stretching around his knuckle.
“Don’t ruin the atmosphere.”
“Sorry,” Aiden breathed, a shiver running the length of his spine. At this angle, Lambert couldn’t get any deeper, but it was enough. He teased in and out, slowly, gently, pausing occasionally to wet his finger with more oil. Soon, Aiden’s body was opening easily around the start of one finger and his quiet gasps were interspersed with soft moans. “Bert, feels nice.”
“Not too much?”
“No.”
“Alright, on your back, gonna blow your brain out your ears.”
“Using my cock like a straw?”
“Fuck, you’re an idiot.”
Aiden chuckled, waiting for Lambert to withdraw his finger and move the bowl before he flopped onto his back. Lambert draped over him first, tongues lapping together in a wet, noisy kiss that left Aiden’s lips red and glistening. He was so fucking handsome. With his groomed beard and bright, intelligent eyes; the fluffy brown hair with the braid tucked behind his ear. On their own, good looks meant nothing to Lambert, but as the years had gone by, he had attached his lover to that face; every good memory, every laugh, every new experience. That smile, those eyes, that scruffy hair. That was love for Lambert. Fucking love. Something he’d never dreamed of having. No, it wasn’t just a handsome face. It was Aiden. His Aiden.
Lambert took a moment to admire him from above and then pecked his nose, before nudging his thighs apart to kneel between them. He slipped his finger in to the knuckle again, still taking his time to press out against Aiden’s rim. “Going to try a second. If it hurts, we go back to one, alright?”
“Mmhm.” Aiden’s eyes were closed, a small line between his brows as he focused on the sensation of Lambert stroking him in places no one had ever touched. Lambert felt a sudden knot form in his throat as he considered the amount of trust Aiden was placing in his hands. Effortlessly. There had been no hesitation; no question that Lambert knew exactly what he was doing, and what was best. It was breathtaking.
Lambert remembered the amount of agonising he had worked through when coming to terms with what he wanted, what he liked. How long it had taken him to go crawling to Eskel, because there was no one else he trusted to help with that kind of thing. And it had been a crawl. He had expected Eskel to treat him like something less than a man, but Eskel had opened Lambert’s mind just as he had opened his eyes to the amount of pleasure you could wring out of a man’s body if you knew where to touch. How to touch. And none of it made you any less of anything or, conversely, any more of anything.
It had taken a little while, but Lambert was eternally grateful to the big oaf for his care and patience, because now, he used those lessons on Aiden, his fingers crooking gently in a come hither gesture that found the small, fleshy nub two inches inside…
“Mm, Bert, Bert…”
“Mhm.”
“What is—? Ahh, that’s good. Oh, mm.”
“How’s the stretch?”
“S’ok,” Aiden’s jaw twitched, “but no more.”
“Alright, no more.”
Lambert thrust his fingers slowly, sometimes pulling out until only the tips hooked inside, before plunging forward in a smooth glide. He watched Aiden’s face, letting him sink into the pleasure without the disturbance of words. Aiden was sensitive; he still flinched when Lambert’s fingers were fully inside, tingles turning to a subtle burn, so Lambert stayed deep until Aiden’s body relaxed. Aiden preferred a gentle back and forth rather than circles, and once Lambert had settled into a slow rhythm, he leaned down to swallow Aiden’s cock.
Aiden fisted the cloak spread beneath him and pushed his head back with a desperate moan. Every muscle coiled as Lambert slurped noisily around his prick, the vibrations of his enthusiastic groans adding to the building pressure at the base of Aiden’s spine. He’d never been so noisy, his thighs quivering, his biceps flexing every time Lambert’s fingers thrust inside. His face was wrecked; eyes watering, jaw slack, unable to manage the pleasure spiralling up his spine. “Bert, Bert, fuck, fuck—ahh, fuck.” He came when Lambert’s tongue curled over his balls; a full body, shuddering orgasm that left him completely boneless. His shout was so loud Lambert was grateful for the revelries going on in the street below. The last thing they needed was for Aiden’s first fingering experience to end in a local gaol cell with rats for company.
Lambert slipped his fingers out gently and dabbed at the sticky mess in his beard and hair. “Least you didn’t get it in my eye,” he mumbled, shuffling up the bed to rest at Aiden’s side. Lambert watched his lover settle into his afterglow. His own cock had dribbled a mess between Aiden’s thighs and now strained eagerly between them; he stroked it slowly, relishing the lazy rolls of pleasure as he gazed at Aiden’s soft eyes.
“You gonna put it in?” Aiden asked quietly.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Mm,” Aiden shifted his legs apart and winced, “‘m a little sore. But—"
“No,” Lambert said, leaning down to press a kiss on the corner of Aiden’s lips, “no buts, or, uh butt. It won’t feel good if I do, not if you’re feeling it now.”
Aiden hummed and rolled over, batting Lambert’s hand away from his prick and seized his prize. “Fine. But this is still mine.”
Lambert smirked, thrusting slowly through Aiden’s fist. It didn’t take much to reach his peak, and he clutched Aiden close as he spilled over his fingers with a relieved groan. “Mmm, fuck yeah.”
Halfway through the night, Aiden slunk out of bed to take a sip of Swallow. Lambert didn’t comment as he climbed back under the cloak, only pressed a kiss below his ear and held him close. In the morning Aiden took Lambert’s hand with big, imploring eyes. He wanted another of those orgasms before they had to split up for a few months. Lambert was happy to oblige and held Aiden close as he fingered him lazily to another peak.
They shared a final kiss in a stable stall and Lambert squeezed Aiden’s ass with an appreciative growl. “Keep playing, but be gentle, yeah?”
“And next time—" Aiden cupped Lambert’s crotch, brushing their noses together.
“Yeah, next time,” Lambert promised, and stole another kiss, rocking into the heel of Aiden’s hand, searching for a final sliver of intimacy before they returned to the loneliness of the Path. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, kissing the very same words from Aiden’s lips before they could escape.
***
They met the week before the first snows were due to fall. Lambert could already taste the winter on the air and the monsters were becoming fewer, crawling back into their nests for hibernation. Soon, he would start the long pilgrimage to Castle Doom in Morhen Valley, but first, he had an important promise to keep.
They met in Vattweir as per the usual schedule, and Aiden was already washed and unpacked by the time Lambert appeared in the doorway. They exchanged a kiss before words, Aiden grabbed fistfuls of Lambert"s shirt and rubbed their faces together, feeling him, breathing him in. Their attraction went far beyond the physical. Lambert had never felt so whole as he did with Aiden at his side, and there was something beneath Lambert"s skin, something powerful and imperfect, that pulled Aiden to him like a magnet. Like they could only feel complete when they had spent time together.
Lambert heated the fresh water that Aiden had ordered a few hours ago with a flick of igni and scrubbed away several days" worth of sweat and road dust, before returning to Aiden"s arms, naked and fresh. He pulled Aiden"s clothes away and pressed their bodies together, groaning softly at the flood of relief and pleasure that rolled through him. "Gods, why do we have to leave it for so fucking long?" Lambert murmured into Aiden"s neck.
"Got to make a living," Aiden replied, face turned down into Lambert"s hair. They laid like that until the tavern quietened downstairs and the patrons poured noisily into the street to return home. Wrapped in each other, arms folded around warm torsos, their legs tangled together, they even drifted off to sleep. Lambert woke to feel Aiden"s cock hard against his thigh, curious fingers tracing the scars on his back. "No fresh ones there."
"Mm, good," Aiden tensed in a full body stretch, cock thrust out in an elegant curve. "I"ve been training."
"Oh yeah?" Lambert grinned, his own prick hard and heavy against his thigh. "Still feel good?"
"Get sore after one or two goes, but fuck, the orgasm"s worth it, and," Aiden rolled away and Lambert huffed at the sudden flood of cold against his skin. The mild discomfort was worth it because Aiden returned with a vial of lubricant and a phallus made of tempered glass. It was no thicker than two fingers, perhaps even a little thinner, with a subtle curve and a flared base, "I got this from a specialist in Vizima. It feels great."
Lambert"s grin threatened to split his face in half as he took the toy from Aiden to inspect it. Tempered glass, extremely well made. It was impossible not to imagine Aiden stretched out on his bedroll, legs splayed wide, working the damn thing inside, and—
“I think I’m ready,” Aiden said, tugging Lambert back to the present. “I want to try with you.”
“You sure? We’re not in any rush.”
“Look, if I’ve got to spend two fucking months listening to Gaetan moan about the evils of humanity while herding the rest of them, I want to at least have this memory to jerk off to at night.”
“Fair,” Lambert said, smirking toothily. “Alright. Oil?”
Aiden grabbed it from beneath the pillow and thrust it at Lambert, before throwing himself back onto the pallet. They started just as they had the last time; Lambert spooned up to Aiden’s side, his fingers stroking his cock and balls, before moving down his taint to his hole. Aiden was definitely more relaxed this time: no instinctive tension, only a soft moan as Lambert teased a fingertip around the rim before pressing inside. Lambert closed his eyes, focusing on Aiden’s heartbeat and the sound of his soft gasps, the wet sounds of his finger and the feel of Aiden’s body warming with arousal. “Gonna use the—"
“Yeah, yeah,” Aiden nodded eagerly, his brow a little creased. Lambert grabbed the phallus and wetted it with oil. He warmed the cold glass against his palm first, before circling the tip around Aiden’s rim. “Stop teasing.”
Propped up on his elbow, Lambert had the perfect view of Aiden’s pleasure. His legs were spread wide, one draped over Lambert’s thigh, and he was tugging slowly at his own prick. “Shouldn’t look so pretty when I do.”
“Mmph.”
Lambert didn’t leave him waiting too long. He pressed the toy inside slowly, titling his head to watch Aiden’s body stretch open around it. It was a snug fit. Soft, delicate skin glistened with oil, but Lambert still added a little more to ease the way. Aiden’s mouth dropped open, eyes opening to gaze blearily at the ceiling, his cock leaking precum onto his belly as he milked the head between finger and thumb. It was a heady thing to have a lover so enraptured before you. Lambert’s eyes swept the length of Aiden’s body, savouring every muscle twitch, every gathering bead of sweat and flushed patch of skin. Each thrust of the toy made his toes curl, his thighs quiver, his noises becoming increasingly desperate. “‘M ready,” he gasped.
“Sure? I could make you come like this. Be looser after one.”
“No,” Aiden shook his head. “Second time’s always worse. C’mon, please.”
Lambert pulled the toy out gently and placed it upright on the nightstand. His prick ached with need, but he couldn’t afford to rush. He used the rest of the oil to wet his cock, with a bit left over to tease around Aiden’s hole, puffy and stretched as it was. Lambert slipped between Aiden’s legs and leaned over him, one palm on the bed while the other dropped between them to guide his cock into place. “Need to breathe out as I push in, alright?”
“Mm,” Aiden nodded again, a frantic and repeated duck of the chin. He was watching Lambert just as Lambert was watching him, waiting to see the pleasure on their lover’s face as they approached this new experience together.
Lambert pushed forward, keeping hold of his prick until Aiden’s body had swallowed the crown, the flare popping past his rim. He was so fucking tight. It bordered pain. “Aiden, breathe,” Lambert bit out and was relieved when Aiden’s body gave a little. “Alright?”
“Ye—yeah, think so, I—mmm.” Aiden abandoned his cock to cling onto Lambert, one hand on his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. Lambert leaned down to put their foreheads together, tilting for a gentle kiss before he went any further. As before, Aiden tensed, Lambert held until he relaxed and they proceeded another inch. It was slow going and by the time Lambert was fully seated, they were both panting with exertion. Lambert kissed, and nibbled, and licked as Aiden’s body pulsed and shuddered around him.
“Talk to me,” Lambert whispered, low and husky.
“It—,” Aiden’s lip tremored, “it’s a lot.”
“We can stop. Just say.”
“I—I want to try,” Aiden said. “Just a bit longer, mm—ahh.”
Lambert hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt Aiden, but on the other hand, he knew it had taken his body a little while to acclimatise to the burn of it, and they were equal in this; Lambert had to trust that Aiden knew what he wanted and would call it off if it was hurting. Trust went both ways. “Alright.” Lambert leaned down further, resting on his elbows so that they bodies were almost flush. He wound his hands through Aiden’s hair and took his lips in another deep kiss, before tucking his face to his neck.
Lambert drew back slowly, Aiden’s body sucking him back in, and Aiden gasped, his grip tightening. Lambert kissed his neck, circling a thumb beneath his ear and pressed forward to the root again. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t good. There was so much oil, and Aiden was relaxing slowly, his body opening up for another thrust that seemed to press deeper.
“N—no, stop, Lambert, I can’t—don’t like it,” Aiden gasped, the heels of his palms pushing into Lambert’s shoulders. Lambert kissed the side of Aiden’s wrist and pulled out as calmly as he could, even though his own heart was rabbiting with fear. His nostrils flared, but he couldn’t scent the acidic fizz of pain, just the bitter swell of sadness.
“Aiden, it’s okay—look at me, look—it’s alright,” Lambert flopped to the side and tilted Aiden’s chin up. Those bright eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and he kissed Aiden’s brow, his cheeks, his nose, until he felt his lips tremor into a small smile. “There, s’all good, Cat. S’all good. It hurt? Can I check for blood?”
“Didn’t hurt, it—I just—” Aiden swallowed. “I didn’t like how it felt.” He let Lambert check between his legs anyway, if only to give his Wolf a little peace of mind, for which Lambert was grateful. It calmed his fear a little when his fingers came up smeared only in oil and a little bit of precum.
“Didn’t like me over you, or—?”
“No, fuck, Bert. I love it when you’re over me, ‘specially when you’re riding my dick, it—” Aiden scrubbed his hands into his eyes, and then flopped his arms above his head, “it felt like I was gonna burst at the seams, there was so much pressure, and it felt… fucking weird.”
“It’s not for everyone,” Lambert said, shoulders rolling up in a shrug. His heart had calmed completely now. Yeah, this was normal. This wasn’t ‘my partner has hurt me with his dick’, this was ‘I don’t like bottoming’, which were two completely different fucking things and Lambert could let himself off with a warning. “How about the toy?”
“Eh,” Aiden sighed. “It’s alright. It gets a bit much after a while. I like it when you use your fingers, I dunno. I’m sorry—I—"
“Aiden, cut the bullshit,” Lambert grumbled, flopping down at his side. “You don’t need to apologise for shit. So, you don’t like taking dick, big deal.”
“But I wanted to be able to give you what you give me.”
“You do give me what I give you, idiot. What makes you think I’m getting anything less out of when we fuck?”
Aiden pressed his lips together and looked away. Ah, right. Inexperience sprinkled with a little bit of society’s prejudice, and Aiden wondered how the fuck Lambert could get anything out of being on the receiving end. Lambert sighed and flopped onto his back, one arm extending to scoop Aiden onto his chest.
“Bert?”
“Mhm?”
“I didn’t mean—"
“Yeah, you did, but it’s not your fault,” Lambert said. “World tells you that the receiving partner is lesser—less power, makes ‘em a woman as if that’s meant to be some kind of fucking insult, do you see the size of baby’s heads? Loads of fucking bullshit—and that receiving feels bad. The last part’s true for some people, like you, and that’s okay. The first bit isn’t, and I don’t give a fuck what other people think. It"s just a fucking sex position, doesn"t mean shit about me or you.”
“I don’t think you’re lesser,” Aiden sat up and looked down into Lambert’s face, worry etched into every line of his own. “Bert, honest, I never—"
“Aiden, calm the fuck down. I know, but you do have some shitty misconceptions about sex, and I’m not letting that stand, so, look me in the eye,” Lambert shoved Aiden in the shoulders and rolled them until Aiden was on the bed again, their foreheads pressed together, amber eyes level. “I really enjoy it when you dick me so good my brain leaks out of my ears.” Aiden chuckled, Lambert continued. “I like riding your dick and coming in your chest hair, I also like it when you whine like a little bitch because my hole is milking you dry.”
“Hey, I don—"
“Ah, shut up,” Lambert bit Aiden’s lip before he continued, “I like wrapping my legs round your waist and taking it slow because you’re a sappy fuck, and I like it when you shove my face into the ground to breed me because you’re also a feral, horny bastard. You know why? ‘Cause it feels fucking fantastic. I’m not your bitch, not your whiney rent boy, not some vulnerable damsel, delicate petal. If I didn’t like it or want it, I’d snap your dick off before I’d let you anywhere near my ass. ”
“You would?” Aiden sounded relieved.
“Yeah, I would. Whether it’s inside me at that current moment or not.”
“Wait,” Aiden blinked, “inside you—? You could—?”
“Buns of fucking steel, baby.” Lambert grinned and rolled away.
Aiden was grinning now too, and he grabbed Lambert by the waist, pulling him back onto the bed. “You’re full of shit, no way. Oh, Lambert—you’re—no, come on. Really? I mean, it hurt when I slipped out that time, and then there was that time you—, Lambert, you’re having me on—stop smirking like that, oi.”
They wrestled on the bed, limbs tangling, hands squeezing and kneading, but it didn’t take long to devolve into a rather heavy make-out session, with Lambert sprawled beneath Aiden, their cocks wrapped in his fist.
Aiden still had a lot to learn and unlearn, but discovery and experimentation with the person you loved were all part of the fun, weren’t they?