~3rd Person POV~

"N-ngh...!" Oliver grit his teeth, squirming around.

"H-hah...." Len grinned, holding himself up with one hand as he used the other to roam around Oliver's exposed skin. "W-we've only j-just s-s-started, Ollie~"

"M-mngh—!" Oliver let a soft moan escape his mouth when Len shifted his weight a bit. "D-don't...d-do that, m-m-meanie...." His tone was laced with pleasure, but also some irritation.

Len just snickered. "W-what? This?" He smirked as he shifted his weight again, causing Oliver to moan once more as well.

"A-ah...!" Oliver's face grew a bright red (although it had already been the darkest shade of red known to man) at Len's actions. "L-Len...!" The young blond whimpered in pleasure. "D-don't tease m-me...."

Len perked up a bit at that. "Hmm~? W-want me to go full out then~?" He chuckled, his breath hitching slightly on the way.

Oliver didn't say anything for a moment. Then, after a while of silence, he said, "Y-yes...."

The older blond was slightly shocked at that answer. He had expected something a bit more...reluctant, maybe? However, Len took his chance and began to thrust slowly. "M-mngh...." Len moaned softly, gaining pleasure by the second.

"A-ahn...!" Oliver's breath hitched as he inhaled, moaning as he exhaled. He tightly gripped the cloth of Len's shirt that was sliding up his back because he hadn't fully taken it off yet.

Len snickered; one full of pleasure. He hesitantly began to move faster once Oliver seemed accustomed to the feeling a bit more.

Moans of pleasure from the both of them filled the room and luckily, they had picked a day when all of the other Vocaloids would be out of the house for most of the day. Len had asked Oliver many times before to have sex, but Oliver was too embarrassed to reply other than, "L-Len! D-don't ask embarrassing t-t-things...!" Soon enough, Oliver had gotten so annoyed with Len's persistence and hesitantly said yes. A bit too eager, Len had already selected the date for them. It was a bit awkward until then, but finally, they're here.

"M-mmn...!" Oliver moaned softly before Len crashed his lips onto the younger's. He lightly dragged his tongue along Oliver's lips and with a slight nod, pressed his tongue into his mouth.

Oliver had felt this same feeling before, but this time it was different. Maybe...more comfortable? No, more...sensual...? That might be it.

As Len continued to kiss Oliver, he added to the pleasure by resuming to let his free hand roam along the British boy's skin. Even to some...'other' areas.

"M-mngh!" Oliver flinched at where Len had dragged his fingertips over. Unfortunately, he couldn't protest in his current situation. Well, it's not like it would have done anything anyway. Len would've probably found one way or another to shut Oliver up and continue.

By now, Len had pulled away from the kiss to regain his oxygen. He panted heavily, and stayed at a steady pace with his thrusting, not wanting to hurt Oliver too much.

Unusually, Oliver hadn't said anything about it hurting. Maybe he was enduring the pain for Len's sake? Maybe.... No. That can't be.

Len shook his head of the thought and continued to focus on the sight of his adorable lover beneath him.

Beads of sweat were forming at Oliver's forehead and saliva was sticking to the roof of his mouth, which Len could see easily from how Oliver kept his mouth open with moans and pants. The boys hat was long gone, and his shirt as well. His beautifully light blond hair had a darker tint to it since the room was blocking practically all the light it could keep from getting in, and his face was dusted a dark red color. He was adorable.

Len was probably getting even more excited than he already was at this point, and could most likely go a bit longer than normal now.... He panted as quietly as he could, because it was somewhat embarrassing for him to be so dominant and be panting as heavily as he was already, and endured it all a bit longer before climaxing on the spot. Between pants, he mumbled, "O-O-Ollie, i-inside or o-o-outside...?"

The question was obvious to Oliver, but he was preoccupied and didn't like saying those awkward and embarrassing things out loud.... But, for Len, he'll say it. Just this once. "I-in...!" He moaned out the word, seeing as Len was still trying his best to endure longer, and was pushing his hardest to pleasure the both of them.

And it was working. The two were both moaning messes, sweaty, and yet it was so good.

To Len, it felt like Heaven inside of Oliver. Apparently he got a kick out of the younger blond's appearance as well.

To Oliver, the feeling of having Len inside him was slightly painful, but the pleasure overwhelmed the pain by a long shot. Unfortunately, he didn't notice how Len was still pulling on. He could only focus on how much pleasure he was earning by the second.

Panting heavily and letting himself do so, Len moaned loudly as he finally climaxed inside Oliver. His arms trembled with pleasure and he leaned his body against Oliver's. "H-hah.... Hah...."

"N-ngh—!" Oliver practically screamed out in pleasure, the last thrust doing it for him. He climaxed as well, getting himself a bit sticky. "E-ew...." He mumbled, his torso splattered with his climax. "D-disgusting...."

Len chuckled softly, his breath evening out a bit more. "Y-you're so c-cute, Ollie~" The blond smiled. "But n-now y-you have to s-shower."

Oliver pouted, narrowing his eyes a bit in annoyance. "I-I know.... N-now get o-off...."

Len sighed, quickly pulled out of Oliver, and rolled off him. "Better?"

Oliver moaned softly when Len pulled out. "M-mhm...." He nodded, slowly sitting up, pain stinging his thighs, hips, and lower back. "O-ow...." He huffed in pain, hesitantly moving to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a moment before actually standing up. He let his legs gain feeling again and let most of the pain reside before finally standing up and swiftly heading into the bathroom. It would have been funny to see him trip and fall, but then again, Len would have to see him cry. And Len hates when Oliver cries.

Len moved to the edge of the bed himself and grabbed a tissue from the side drawer to clean himself off with. After he had used the tissue, he tossed it into a small trash bin that was sitting next to the side drawer. Luckily for him, it went in and he didn't have to go and retrieve it from the floor.

Once Oliver had finished showering, he had put on his pajamas on—which were purple with white polka dots. He slipped under the covers of the bed, not caring if Len went to take a shower now or later—and not caring if the sheets were stained either. All he wanted was to cuddle with his lover next to him.

"Hey, Len?" Oliver asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Len's arm and holding it to his chest.

"Yeah?" Len replied, turning his head to look at Oliver. His beautiful blue eyes shone brightly through the darkness of the room.

"I want us to stay like this together forever." Oliver blushed at his own words, smiling sweetly at Len.

"Me too, Ollie. I love you." Len smiled back, giving Oliver a soft and sweet kiss on the cheek.

Oliver giggled softly. "I love you too, Len." Nuzzling his face into Len's shoulder, Oliver soon dozed off, and with the warmth of him, Len soon fell asleep as well, his head resting on top of the younger's in a sort of soothing way.

The sight of them would surely be enough to warm anyone's heart.

Also comes with a bonus nosebleed.