Emotional Support(er) Part 2
WHEEEEEEE, thanks for waiting, love, love, muah.
Also my ASS is NOT looking for pictures any more, it's almost 3am, I'm lazy as fuck
Stuff inside: Gris x Follo, sub!Follo, anal fingering, anal sex, inexperienced!Follo
Gris knocked on the door. Follo had been holed up in his room, a little too nervous to be around anyone else at this point, and when he heard the sharp sound of the door, he flinched.
"Uh. Who's there?" He called out, cringing slightly into himself.
"It's Gris." When the low voice answered, Follo winced even more. The man was probably here to lecture him about making impulsive decisions. Which was fair. That was fair. He was a little too embarrassed to face the other man now though. He opened his mouth to say as much when Gris made the decision for him, handle turning.
"I'm coming in." It was more of a declaration than a question. Then the door was open, just as Follo turned around to stare.
Gris looked rather disapproving, holding the door open. "I heard from Semiu. About your ah. Decision to contribute." His brow furrowed. "Follo, what were you thinking?"
Follo shuffled from foot to foot, awkward, and avoiding Gris' gaze entirely. "I- oh wow. The announcement went out fast, huh?"
The other man's expression didn't change, but he did sigh, shutting the door behind him, arms crossed. "Follo, you can't just do things like this on a whim. I would've thought our experiences in the field would've taught you to think more."
He scowled slightly at that, muttering under his breath. "We barely have time to think when we're out there. Pretty sure it's impulsivity that we're learning in the field."
When his eyes finally met the stern gaze on him, he regretted mouthing off immediately. Gris was not impressed.
He cursed internally, steeling himself, lifting his chin defiantly. "Gris."
Why was he making this worse for himself?
He flinched again when Gris walked toward him, unconsciously taking a step back while the man lectured him.
"It's bad enough that you make these impulsive decisions, but one on a scale like this? Follo, you offered yourself up to the entirety of the Cleaners' organisation." Throwing his hands up, gesturing animatedly, the blonde continued. "Do you even understand what you just did?"
Admittedly, Follo had not really finished processing it, but getting up in his face wasn't helping. Before he was overwhelmed. Now he was overwhelmed and stressed.
"Gris, I know what I'm doing." So he lied. Bad idea.
Gris' hands landed on his shoulders, large, strong and very firm, shaking him gently. "No, you don't. You don't know what you're doing at all. I understand that we all make stupid decisions sometimes-"
"It wasn't stupid." Follo muttered, and it felt as petulant as it sounded. Gris stopped to stare at him, before continuing right on.
"But I'm fairly sure none of us have made decisions this stupid. Follo, have you even had sex before?"
Oh. That got his attention. Now, that was the question, wasn't it? Follo winces, looking away, part of him was offended at the implication that Gris thought he was a virgin. Another part was agreeing with Gris, because he was in fact, one. The last part was offended that Gris was right, and it annoyed him.
"Yes I have." He huffed at the man holding him and lied again.
Gris didn't dignify that with a response, glaring at Follo, hands squeezing his shoulders tighter.
Follo cursed to himself one more time and dropped his head. "Okay fine, no I haven't. But it can't be that hard. Besides, everyone's always doing so much for the Cleaners'. I want to contribute too."
The other man finally relaxed, shoulders slumping. "Follo, you impulsive idiot."
He bristled at that. "Hey!"
Gris only gave him an exasperated look.
Follo sighed. "It's not like I can take it back now, not that I want do, I wouldn't, but Semiu already alerted everyone, right? What's done is done. I'll be fine." He was being truthful now. Mostly. He was still kind of nervous about this whole endeavour. But the Cleaners were fine. They knew him. He knew them. They wouldn't hurt him. That, he was certain of.
Gris looked him over for a moment, before letting go of him, having calmed down. "Get on the bed."
That got a reaction. Follo all but startled at the command, staring at the taller man, eyes wide. "What?"
Gesturing at the bed, Gris only shrugged, jerking his chin in that direction. "You heard me. You want to go through with this? Get on the bed Follo." With that tone, well. Follo wasn't about to argue, there probably wasn't going to be a point. Besides, Gris was very much larger and stronger. If he didn't move, then the other man would most likely make the decision for him and toss him down anyway. Follo would like to maintain some form of control. So he took a step back and sat down as ordered, weight making the mattress dip under him.
"Now what?" He couldn't help the snarky tone that entered his voice. And he cursed it too, Follo wasn't quite sure why he insisted on doing this to himself, he really didn't.
Gris, to his credit, looked faintly amused at Follo's attempts to remain put together. "What do you mean "now what?", you know what you signed up for. After all, you know what you're doing, right?"
He took a step closer, and Follo, for all his bravado, scrambled back on the bed at the movement. God damn his big mouth and his need to mouth off. Damn it all. "I uh- I didn't-"
That was all he managed, before Gris was leaning over him, one large, strong hand on the bed beside his waist. The other was on his waist, and it made his breath hitch.
"Since you know what you're doing so well, how about you do what you signed up for?" Gris raised an eyebrow, grip on Follo's hip tightening.
Follo gulped, eyes darting around. Oh, he fucked up. "I don't-" He settled on casting his eyes down so he didn't have to look at Gris. As it was, he could feel heat blooming on his cheeks. He took a breath. A deep breath. And then-
"GrisI'msosorry,IdunnowhatI'mdoing,pleaseforgiveme,I'msorryformouthingoff-" That breath came back out in one go entirely.
The other man's expression softened, hand moving to Follo's jaw, lifting his head, forcing him to meet that icy blue gaze. "Hey. Breathe. It's okay."
Follo swallowed again, throat dry, nodding. "Okay. Okay."
Gris gave him a small smile. "We'll work through it. Okay?"
Follo nodded again, breathing evening out more. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I- okay."
His breathing stopped again when Gris' lips touched his, palm against the back of his head to keep him from pulling away. "Mmp-!"
He couldn't help but melt into the soft kiss, arms coming up to wrap around the other man's neck, lips parting, allowing Gris to slip his tongue in. Follo's breathing sped up when the blonde starting exploring his mouth, tongue running along the inside of his cheek, before tangling with his. He barely even registered when Gris pushed him down, back hitting the mattress.
Dizzy. He was dizzy. He couldn't breathe. There was no breathing, Gris wasn't letting up, tongue pushing further and further into Follo's mouth. He couldn't pull away either. His arms tightened around Gris' shoulders, tapping him frantically, muffled sounds slipping past his lips. He couldn't breathe, he-
Gasping for air when Gris pulled back, a thin line of saliva still connecting them, Follo's chest heaved, flushed, staring up at the older man, dazed.
"You okay?" Gris' voice was a pleasant rumble in Follo's rather foggy mind. He nodded.
"Mm." Quiet for a moment, before smiling up, slightly dumb. "Can you do that again?"
Gris laughed softly and obliged, leaning back down to kiss him again. Follo could lose himself in these kisses.
Lips colliding, again and again, the other man touching Follo, hands leaving warmth that felt like brands on him through his clothes, skin heating up. The room filled with the sound of Follo's muffled moans, the most he could do being to open his mouth and let Gris have his way, too overwhelmed to reciprocate, swept up in the intensity of the other man's assault on his senses, leaving him gasping.
Before he knew it, Gris was entirely on top of him, weight caging him down. He could thrash all he wanted, and he wouldn't be able to throw the man off him. The thought sent a pleasant thrill through him, and Follo shuddered, fingers grasping at Gris' uniform.
"Gris-" He managed, when the blonde pulled away for air again. Then his knee moved between Follo's legs, and he arched, the motion igniting his nerves. "I- aH-!" Legs immediately trying to shut, stopped by the other man, breathing heavily.
Eyes wide, he stared up at Gris, who was giving him a smile that looked too much like a smirk, and all too smug for his comfort. His breathing sped up.
"Do you need something?" Gris leaned down, pressing a kiss to his neck, sliding the zip of Follo's uniform down, exposing his lean, flushed chest.
He found himself at a loss for words, brain stalling. "Uh. I don't- I'm not- mmm~!" Follo's head tilted back when he felt Gris' tongue drag along his neck, and he lost his train of thought. "F-feels- haaAH…feels good." He mumbled out, trying to lift his hips against Gris, to get more friction.
"Yeah?" Gris made quick work of Follo's pants too, tugging them down, thumb now circling on his hip. Distracting. Grounding. Follo wasn't sure which it was, only that it was making his brain go numb. "You need more?"
Follo nodded, panting quietly. "Yeah. Yes. Yes-mngh-" Whining, he arched again, feeling Gris against him. "Please."
Gris smiled down at him, before flipping him onto his stomach, lifting his hips into the air. "Wait."
Follo yelped in surprise, jolted out of his dazed state. "Gris?! What are you- haa, what are you doing?"
Laughing softly, Gris spit into his palm, smearing it at Follo's entrance. "You can't possibly think that we can do anything if you're not prepared."
Clenching, Follo's breath hitched at the wet feeling, almost trying to scramble away. "I- I don't-aaNGH-!"
As soon as Gris started pushing the first finger into him, Follo clenched on instinct, the unfamiliar sensation a tight burn. If not for the hand on his hip, holding him up, he'd have kicked to get away. "Gris- Gris, wait-" He gasped out, fingers grasping at the sheets.
"Relax. Breathe Follo." Came the calm reply, gently pushing his finger in up to the first knuckle. "If you can't even take this, how are you going to offer yourself to everyone else?"
Follo winced, fighting to breathe, hands clenching and unclenching in the fabric under him. "I-I can, mngh, I can take it!" He protested, forcing himself to relax more to allow the intrusion.
"Yeah?" Gris was infuriatingly calm about this. It helped though. "That's good. You're doing well Follo." He almost sounded amused, holding the smaller man in place, continuing to push his finger in, until it was up to the base.
Follo breathed heavily, silent for a moment, chest heaving. "I-I'm okay." He muttered, small.
Gris gave him a patronising pat on his waist, that much to his chagrin, sent another thrill through him. "Well done." And then gently, so gently, starting moving his finger inside of Follo.
Follo's head dropped forward, mouth falling open. "Ah-ah wait, it's- ah-haaNGH-! It's- Gris, wait- mm- it's a-aH, it's a lot- Gris, wait-nghah-slo-slow down, wait-" Squirming didn't get him anywhere, but he tried anyway, toes curling as Gris added a second finger, slowly scissoring him open.
"Gris!" He cried out, trying to glare back at the blonde, who only smiled at him and pushed his fingers back in, eliciting another wail from Follo.
"Follo, do try to stay still." Gris murmured, pressing firm fingers to soft walls, rubbing along them gently.
Follo whined, almost kicking again at the feeling. "I-I'm trying-mmnGH!" He lifted his hips, as if it would help him escape and only succeeded in drawing Gris' fingers deeper into him, his eyes rolling back. "Ah-feels too-! Mmngah-much!" He gave Gris a half-hearted look. "'s your f-fault!"
"I'm not the one who volunteered to offer my body to the Cleaners." Came the simple refute, along with a soft press to his prostate.
Yeah, Gris had him there, this really was all self-imposed. "uNGH-! Gris!" He almost sobbed it out, clenching around the intruding fingers, distracted from the retort.
Gris fingered him until he really was sobbing, on his back again, sniffing, clutching at the blonde's uniform. "Please- please, I need more- ah- Gris, please, I'm ready, I can, I can, please-ngH! I can!" Teary eyes stared up at amused blue ones, chest heaving with his sobs.
Gris leaned down giving Follo a light kiss, which he all but melted into. "What? What is it that you want?"
Follo whined, still able to somewhat recognise that he was being teased. "Fuck me, please, please, fuck me-!" He jerked when Gris' fingers pressed to his prostate again, crying out.
Gris finally pulled his fingers out, tugging his own pants down. One hand on Follo's hip, lifting it, the other aligning his cock with the smaller man's wet hole. "Breathe properly, okay?"
Follo's breath hitched, clarity hitting him for a moment when he saw the size of the other man. "Gris wait-"
Clarity hit him too late, the tip of the blonde's cock already breaching his well-prepared ass. Toes curling, his eyes blew wide, head tipping back. "Mmph-!"
Follo bit down on his lip, fine tremors wracking his body as he tried to stay still for the man on top of him. His hands moved to the sheets, frantically gripping them tight, until his knuckles turned white.
But Gris was oh, so slow, and oh, so gentle, pushing into Follo, taking his own sweet time. He groaned when he felt Follo clenching around him. With hands that could crush the other Supporter, he held Follo, soft, steadying the poor thing.
Follo blinked rapidly, breathing quickly, trying to adjust to the size. "I- ah, haa. Haaaa-" Tears had sprung back to his eyes, fingers flexing again and again.
Gris gave him time, pressing soft kisses along his neck, up to his lips, warm. "Follo." He murmured, brushing hair from Follo's eyes.
Follo nodded, breathless. "I-I'm okay. You can- you can move. I'm okay." He huffed out, reaching his arms back up to pull Gris into another kiss, eyes half-lidded. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, leaving silver trails.
Gris hummed, low, holding onto Follo's lips, and pulled out, equally as slow as when he entered, before thrusting into him again.
Follo's eyes rolled to the back of his head, body twitching. "Ah-ah-haa, mmph-! Feels- ah- so full." He mumbled out, slowly lifting his hips to meet Gris' consistent pace. "So full."
"You're doing wonderfully Follo." Gris' voice rumbled through Follo's mind, a soothing, pleasant hum as he pushed in again, cock dragging over virgin walls.
Follo's breath hitched at the praise, dopey smile growing on his face, giggling quietly, already thoroughly fucked out. "Mm, ah, thank you- ah-!"
Unable to hold back further, Gris lifted Follo's hips, ignoring his questioning look and following question of- "Gris…?"
He simply held Follo gently, and then rolled his own hips, fucking into him quicker, before setting a pace that left Follo choking, gasping for air once more.
"Ah-ah-anGH-! Gri-i-s! Wait, w-wait, slow down, aNGH, I can't, Gris-! Wait, I really -m-m-naa-agnh!" Follo squirmed, unable to escape again, large hands holding him down as he kicked slightly. All he really could do was lie there and take it, as the other man slammed into him again and again, cock spearing into him, tip kissing his prostate in a way that made his vision spark and his toes curl.
His pleas went ignored as Gris used him, eyes rolling back. "Gris- I really-haangh- I really can't-" He squealed when Gris pulled him down to meet the next thrust, back arching.
The room filled with the sound of his moans, filthy and entirely too desperate. Soft "ungh-ungh-ungh-!"s punctuated the air, alongside the sound of skin slapping against each other, Gris holding him close, large arms now around his body. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, he bit down, making Follo cry out again.
"Gris- 'm gonna- aaanGH-" His voice was hoarse. He was losing it, pushed to his limits.
Gris only grunted in reply, thrusting into him again nonetheless, holding Follo down on his cock, the smaller man arching when he felt himself be impaled once more.
He whined, arms wrapped around Gris, sobbing as the blonde's hips stuttered into him, faster now. "Gris- I need- I need-mmph-!" He was cut off when Gris' mouth pressed to his a final time, tongue slipping in, ever so gently devouring Follo. Tongue running along his teeth, dipping into his mouth, caressing, like Follo was to be treasured and held, and taken care of. The thought was enough to send him over the edge.
Follo came with a muffled cry, eyes rolling back, body going limp in Gris' grip. He heard the other man groan against his lips, felt the warmth spilling into him, and he whined into the kiss, hips still twitching.
Gris didn't pull away until Follo stopped shaking, exhausted, eyes half-closed when he looked up at Gris. Only then did the man give him a final, soft kiss, before slowly pulling out of him.
Follo winces, a soft whimper drawn from his lips when he was empty, cum dripping out of him, down his thighs.
He blinked a few times, before his eyes fluttered shut, his mind and body giving out. Gris only gave a small smile, before lifting him, quietly cleaning up for him.
Follo didn't wake up until the next morning, when he snapped his eyes open, and almost sat up, barring the large hand around him, keeping him down. He stared at Gris, asleep next to him.
Yeah, this could be dealt with later. His body still ached, he was tired, and Gris was oh, so warm, and oh, so gentle with him.
He shut his eyes and went back to sleep, curling up against the larger man, who only pulled him closer without saying anything.
My semester's ending, but I gotta start my final year project proposal which is due on uh. Friday. Also I SHOULD study for my finals, but you know, I felt a little bad for leaving everyone with only one chapter for like two months, I'm sorry, so I wrote instead
Muahs, much love to everyone.
Also I probably will dip for like, another month or so, my bad ue
