Breathe, breathe me in, taste my words, let me blow your mind 
I will take you far, far away 
I'll make you feel alright 
You've gotta crave it and chase it 
Until you're close enough to taste it 
I can give you what you need

~Alina Baraz

Kevin

It wasn't the first time I had stayed the night with Double D, but I suddenly felt very nervous as he led me through the darkened house and upstairs to his room. He flipped on the light once we entered, and I promptly busied myself with inspecting his room. The contents of his desk had become so fascinating all of a sudden. He disappeared into the closet, coming out a few minutes later. I heard the sheets rustle and the bed creak slightly as he climbed in. "Kevin?" he whispered. I turned to him, my throat dry and my mind blank. I was usually confident and sure, but right now I had no clue what to expect. He laid there in black basketball shorts and a white tanktop, his toned muscles and creamy skin seemingly stretching for miles. I wanted to explore every bit of it. He patted the bed beside him, and like magic I snapped out of it. I quietly stripped out of my clothes, feeling his eyes roam up and down my body. I crawled into bed beside him, pulling him into my arms. His hands wrapped around my shoulders, one playing with my hair, the other lightly tracing my shoulders. I shivered and he laughed softly. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, catching him staring at me. His eyes were such a deep shade of blue, I could almost feel myself drowning in them. And, to be honest, it wouldn't be such a bad way to go out. "You, of course," he answered. "The answer is always you...unless I'm thinking about how plausible it is that creatures like the Loch Ness monster exist when 90% of our oceans remain unexplored." I began to laugh, and so did he. We laughed together, tangled in each other's arms. "You're such a dork," I sighed, kissing his forehead. "But I'm your dork," he chimed, snuggling against me. His fingers trailed further down my back, this time causing me to growl softly as I trembled. A devilish smirk graced his face, and without a second thought, I kissed him.

My tongue danced across his bottom lip teasingly, nibbling at the soft, plump flesh once his lips parted. One hand kept a grip on him, the other trailing down to his hip and giving a tight squeeze. "Kevin," he breathed, letting his head fall back as my lips trailed across jaw. "What is it babe?" I whispered, my hands traveling past the waistband of his shorts. "Oh, you're such a tease," he chuckled softly as my fingers grazed his cock before trailing over his thighs. "You need to tell me what you want," I murmured against his skin. Shifting carefully, I hovered over him, slowly peeling away his shorts and boxers. "Sit up, love," I commanded, pulling him into my arms. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor before lying down again. "I-I'm ready, Kevin," he whimpered, squirming beneath me. I had to stop for a moment, and just appreciate his beauty, and how much I love him. "Are you sure?" I asked, reaching down and brushing a strand of hair from his face. Instead of answering, he took my hand, licking my fingertips before taking three into his mouth, sucking vigorously. Letting out a soft snort, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, pumping slowly. He moaned, the vibrations running over my fingers as he began to suck harder. I pumped faster, tightening my grip on him.

I let him continue, bringing him close to release before stopping. He whined in protest, releasing his hold on my fingers. Slowly, gently, I circled his tight entrance, pushing my middle finger into him. He let out a small hiss. "I know babe, I know. It'll feel better, I promise," I comforted, placing gentle kisses to his throat as I pushed deeper into him. I thrusted gently, slipping my index finger in next. His face flushed red as he wiggled around, his hips moving toward me impatiently. "Easy now, babe. There's no rush," I smirked, scissoring my fingers and stretching out his tight little hole. He bit his lip, muting his sweet cries as I brushed against his inner walls. Finally, a third finger was inserted and he didn't hold his moans back. "Oh God!" he yelled, his body trembling. "Kevin, please!" he begged. "Please what?" I taunted. "Kevinnnn," he whined. "Say it," I growled. "Tell me what you want." He let his head fall back, mewling weakly as I stopped. His hips bucked toward me, hungry for more. "Kevin, make love to me, please! Please! I want you so bad that I can't stand it," he pleaded. I grinned, leaning in and capturing his mouth in a rough kiss. "As you wish," I groaned, already hard and ready to feel him wrapped around me. I impatiently stripped off My boxers, kicking them to the floor. My hands moved down to his thighs, grabbing them firmly and spreading them further apart as I nestled myself there, lining myself up and pushing myself into him. It hurt me to hear him cry out in pain, and I stopped. "No, no, keep going," he insisted. I thrusted into him completely, letting out a low, guttural growl as his body encircled me and I sheathed myself deeply inside of him. "Kevin, move," he sighed, his face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Who was I to deny him of what he wanted, especially when he begged so sweetly for it?

Edd

It was quite uncomfortable at first, downright painful even. The moan that escaped my lover's lips was like the greatest of music, though. Eventually, the pain subsided and what I was left with was a burning need. A need that consumed every fiber of my being and begged for release. I needed to feel him, I needed to hear that sound again. "Kevin, move," I commanded. He did, pulling back at an agonizingly slow pace, and thrusting into me just as slow. "Fffuck, Edd," he moaned as his thrusts began to pick up speed. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there?" he murmured, hitting it again. "Yes! Yes!" I cried, tilting my hips toward him. His hips rolled in their wanton dance, each stroke bringing immense pleasure that crashed over me like waves. His kisses were fervent, and his thrusts fueled my ever-growing lust. His hands found their way to my head, pulling off my beanie and tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Harder!" I cried. "Harder?" he repeated, his eyes shimmering with tenderness and uncertainty. "Harder, Kevin! Fuck me harder!" I demanded, my ears deaf to my own profanities. I don't know who this minx was, begging to be dominated, desiring to be claimed; something raw and lustful had been released inside of me, and I wanted more. He was eager to oblige as his hands grasped my hips, digging into the soft flesh. My legs found their way around his waist, locking together and pulling him closer as he pounded into me. My vision blurred and my screams reached the heavens as I felt something new and incredible. He had found my prostate, mercilessly slamming into me over and over again as I began to unravel at the seams. Kisses turned sloppy, nails raked against skin, and we were one- unable to discern where he ended or I began. "Edd!" he cried. "Kevin!" I screamed, feeling a heat build in the pit of my stomach. My release was quick and intense as my back arched and my legs trembled, my cries turning to weak moans. Kevin began to thrust erratically, his moans turning to soft pants and grunts, before his body shuddered in release. We lay like that for a while, both too invested in the moment and too exhausted to move.

A few moments later, he pulled out, leaving a dull ache where there was once blinding pleasure. "I love you, Púca," he breathed, covering my face with gentle kisses. "I love you too," I replied, draping my arms around him and returning the affections. "What's "púca" mean?" He continued to kiss me softly up and down my throat "It's Gaelic for ghost," he murmured against my skin. I giggled, both amused and confused. "Why ghost though? Why would you call me that?" His hands trailed over my body lightly. "Because you're so pale, like a ghost. It's mesmerizing." The hot, sticky mess of our lovemaking covered us both, causing me to cringe slightly. "Would you like to take a shower?" he offered, getting up. I nodded, taking his outstretched hand and sitting up with a wince. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me down the hall without effort. In a few moments, the water was running and we were standing in the shower together, me still in his tight embrace. "Can you stand or does it hurt too bad?" he inquired, looking me over. "I'm capable of standing," I responded, letting him go as he eased my feet to the ground. The water pelted my skin, stinging yet soothing the marks. Kevin reached for a washcloth, lathering it with soap and caressing my skin with it. My gaze met his and I couldn't help but smile. How lucky I am to be loved by this man.

Translations:

Púca: ghost (already established that, but it's good to have a reference)