He almost can’t believe that he’d agreed to a date with Grimsley. He’s quite possibly terrified. It’s the first date he’s ever been on that he was actually afraid of screwing up. And in one way or another, he possibly knew that Grimsley knew very well how he felt about it. Well- that’s the only reason Falkner even agreed to this date in the first place.
And so sat the blue haired male, waiting for his “date”. The word echoed in his mind for a moment before it left him red in the face. Fingers stroking the tips of other fingers, silently fiddling with them- as if he had nothing else better to do. Just one glance up and he could see the taller male making cool strides his way. He was holding a cup of ice cream, something small. It was more of a surprise, since he caught Falkner looking into the parlor, but as he refused to go inside, Grimsley sent him to sit on the bench and wait. Some grand romantic gesture perhaps.
As the other sat down, he glanced at the cup with a single scoop of vanilla ice cream. He could feel the other’s grin as he allowed his free arm to snake around the smaller male’s shoulders. His face heated up, but at least his nervousness wasn’t visible- yet. Brows knit in confusion as the cup was nudged towards Falkner, and he almost felt too proud to accept it- but Grimsley had already gone and brought it.
Before a second thought, Grimsley had pressed a spoonful into his own mouth. It was weird- perhaps he could sense it. Was Falkner messing up already, Arceus he certainly hoped not! So, finally the bird-enthusiast groped at the cup, lifting a hand to pull the small, plastic spoon from Grimsley’s lips. He took a spoonful into his own mouth, and it seemed that as soon as he had, the taller male pulled away the spoon from Falkner’s lips. His finger tips drumming on the opposite side of Falkner’s face, pushing to face Grimsley himself. The smaller male’s brows knit in mild confusion as soon as it was pulled from him. Soon enough, only closeness. Their noses touched momentarily before their lips met for a..
French vanilla kiss.
Shag Me
Some how it was happening, a situation that Falkner would have never imagined himself in. His fingers curled up, digging his own nails against the upholstery. How sensitive he was to touch, it was almost addicting to drag reactions out of him this way. To watch every shiver, every squirm, every swallow, every single time that the smaller male's toes curled.
All Grimsley really had to do was run long and careful fingers over his body. Pressing the tips of those fingers against his skin as they carefully moved down his sides, groping at the waist and back up again. He was gorgeous this way, so innocent and helpless.
He wasn't fully exposed, and their normal habits of affection had progressed into heavy petting. It was unusual for Falkner to allow this, and how it progressed had been mostly Grimsley's fault. He had instigated it all with such intimidation and pressure that Falkner had to crumble to it. He had given Grimsley the power and advantage that he was so craving at that moment, and it scared Falkner. The poor thing had heard that sex was something that could either build up, or break down relationships. And he had hoped that it wouldn't go further than heavy petting. At least then it wouldn't totally be Grimsley inside of him, the definition of "making love".
"Please.. Not too much.." He didn't want to ruin it, and being complaisant with Falkner's request, Grimsley would only go as far as his so called, lover for the night, would allow him to. And with such gentleness, so as not to horrify him with some inner sex demon that may, or may not be lurking within. Control, Grimsley needed control for this- and perhaps this is exactly one of the things he loved about the male under his advantage. He made him work for it.
"Ahn..!" A soft gasp soon escaped Falkner as he could feel a nuzzle into his crotch. This excitement was new to him, and he squirmed in surprise. Falkner wasn't one to be curious enough to touch himself, puberty never granted him that sin- and this feeling that Grimsley seemed to be sending him, through just a nuzzle, was driving him insane. The tent in his pants only grew, which made Grimsley look rather satisfied with himself. Satisfied for corrupting whatever was left of Falkner's innocence.
Right away, long fingers gripped at the hem of Falkner's pants, pulling them down. The smaller male's erection now springing to life without the restricting of the clothing. Falkner didn't dare look at Grimsley's lustful grin, but he could feel it with the way soft lips were now pressing against his length. Trailing kisses from tip to base, and back again. Out of reaction, his body trembled viciously and visibly. A prompt "shh" was emitted from Grimsley in the attempts to comfort and calm him. He ceased for a moment, and it only was brought back as soon as his length was slipping past those soft lips, the tip meeting with the wet and warmth of Grimsley's tongue.
He toes curled, his chest heaved, and his back began to arch, as Grimsley worked himself into pleasing and teasing his poor little virgin. Taking a horrific amount of pride to have gotten this far with Falkner. Oh- he couldn't help becoming a little more forward as with each bob of his head he dragged out soft moans from Falkner's lungs. But- he needed to remember control. He needed that control, and he slowed down a little.
As soon as his poor little blue bird was close to his release, Grimsley gave an encouraging hum. This pressure building inside of Falkner was gradually becoming more intense. He squirmed- he didn't like it. He wanted a release, and eventually he couldn't think to hold it in anymore. Grimsley's cheeks filled with his little blue bird's seed. As he stopped, he glanced at Falkner's heaving chest before slowly pulling away. He swallowed the best he could, and whatever dribbled from the corners of his lips he wiped away at.
There was that complacent smirk of his as he slowly hovered over the smaller male. He'd controlled himself, and with that, he only gathered the smaller male in his arms, cradling him quite protectively. As if someone was watching, and was about to take his little blue bird away. The foreign feeling left Falkner in a mild shock, but he couldn't disagree that is was good when Grimsley asked.
A soft kiss to Falkner's temple ended their little exploration.... For tonight.
Swallowing hard, the bird-enthusiast silently takes a few steps closer to the taller male. From behind, he snakes his arms around the other’s waist, hiccups bubbling in his throat.
Is he… Is he crying?
Unfortunately, Falkner never really did have a preference for Halloween, or ghost stories. He was scared quite easily and someone decided to tell him quite a mean ghost story. Involving a father figure- which was quite a trigger to him. Of course he was upset.
What’s wrong?
It’s what’s thought to ask, but instead he can only look up at you with those big blue eyes with tears bubbling at the corners. Perhaps it’s about time that you take him home for some post-Halloween trauma relaxation.
Oh! But he’s stopped, and he seems to have calmed down in the span of your thinking. He now moves himself to face you, and you can’t help but consider him cute- even if he was just crying.
Before you know it, you’ve got the red-faced male pressing soft kisses to your lips as a form of comfort for himself. It must be a habit, right? Or perhaps it’s a sign that may be what he wants- comforting affection? Nevertheless, it’s happening, and you’re being smothered in bittersweet kisses and attention from him.
Heard that Grimsley has really bad dokis for that guy obsessed with birds- Falkner was it?
Oh my, that is a surprising twist. Grimsley didn't seem like the kind of guy to get 'dokis' for anyone other than his fleshlight, it's surprising to hear that someone actually got his interest.
The question is, is it a good thing or a bad thing? We'll keep you posted. For now, we wish Falkner good luck. If Grimsley is interested in him, it sounds like he'll need it. Maybe try getting a restraining order?
