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the way the pet name falls from the other’s lips has something stirring within rhys’ chest that’s not entirely arousal , but something much warmer than that . he pushes the thought away and instead focuses on what he actually knows and that’s that he really desires the boy underneath him . appreciating the way remi helps him take off the rest of his clothes , he can’t help but pause and gawk a little at his fully naked body . why didn’t he notice before how attractive the other was ? or maybe he always knew he just didn’t let himself admit it . “ uh , i guess i’ll prep you a little now … so it doesn’t hurt too much or anything , ” he sputters out awkwardly , losing the confidence he felt before on the couch now that everything was much more real . he brings two of his fingers up to his own mouth and quickly coats them with saliva before scooting closer to remi . slightly spreading his already parted legs , rhys brings one of his fingers to his entrance , running the tip of it against it before he’s pressing it into him slowly . it’s when the finger is completely inside of him that rhys stops , gaze lifting towards remi . it’s not the first time that he’s been in this position with the other since he had obviously done it before the last time they had hooked up , but at the same time it also feels a little more intimate and intense now . is it because they’re married or because he just knows him more now ? as if to silence his how thoughts , he leans over and cups remi’s face to pull their lips together in a deep kiss . at the same time , he begins to slowly move the finger that’s inside of him .
if remi didn’t know any better, he’d say rhys was ogling him. the way his eyes drift over remi’s now naked body read as hungry, desirous. for whatever reason, it makes him blush despite the fact that they’d hooked up before, despite the fact that they hate each other. rhys’ awkward narration is met with a nod and remi’s teeth come to nibble down on his lower lip. “i -- it’s been a while so, uh,” he offers back in a small, embarrassed voice. be easy on me, he wants to add. go slow. thankfully, he doesn’t seem to need to pass the message along. rhys’ finger enters him cautiously and although there’s some discomfort as only spit is being used for lube, it doesn’t hurt. he feels incredibly tight around the single digit, an obvious testament to his previous statement. his face is an open book to rhys now, expression contorting first to show his adjustment to the intrusion but slowly relaxing as he works it knuckle deep. he expects the rest of the prep to be just as by-the-book, a means to an end. he doesn’t expect more kissing, especially not the tender, deep kind that makes his toes curl. remi can’t help but moan into rhys’ mouth as the finger starts to move, stretching him open with just that slight bit of resistance that makes him shiver. the more he moves, the more sounds remi makes. always a vocal bedmate, he really can’t help it -- and that’s just one finger. “more?” he gasps against rhys’ lips, tipping his chin to bump their noses together. his eyes are closed, lashes fluttering against his own skin. he’s so beyond turned on, trills of it shooting through his body with each of rhys’ movements -- not just his hand, but the way his form completely covers remi’s and shifts overtop of him with some sort of familiarity. it’s dizzying, how badly he wants this boy, his husband.














