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Holy shit, they were doing this. They were actually doing this.
As Cheesy prepared himself in bed discreetly, Trophy's mind was rattling with thoughts.
The conversation of having sex had come every once in a while, but it wasn't until a few months into their relationship where they became intrigued in engaging in it themselves.
Of course, in Trophy's mind, he. honestly thought his boyfriend would say no. It was all so exciting and naughty when the topic came up in the first place, but Cheesy never pushed anything of the sort. In general, Cheesy was an overall laid-back individual, and at times, Trophy couldn't help but find it hard to figure out what he was thinking. Cheesy had obviously cracked a good amount of dirty jokes before, so what's to say Cheesy was just as interested as he was? It made Trophy amp himself up more often, so much so that he started masturbating less often than usual, doing other things in anticipation for this moment, even when he was incredibly pent-up.
Now, that moment had finally dawned upon both of them. As it began, Cheesy rolled on top of Trophy and kissed him again. It was slow and intimate. And the intimacy of it nearly took Trophy over the edge—but not quite enough. Not yet. Cheesy continued making out with him, only adding to the desire, but also causing another pang to spike through Trophy's body, especially between his legs. Cheesy grabbed Trophy by the back of his head and brought his lips towards his. The feeling was unreal. This was real life. No dream. Everything real, all here. It hit Trophy like a speeding bullet and ripped through his system. Cheesy kept kissing him, right against his face. At the same time, Cheesy held onto him with one hand as he moved his hips up and down slightly. Trophy reached down, grabbing hold of Cheesy's shirt, letting it ride up a little bit and exposing more skin to him. He was surprised that Cheesy hadn't cracked up some super shitty pun while they were in bed together, maybe he was just as wound up in the moment as he was. That feeling made Trophy's cheeks flush, reciprocating that feeling of togetherness.
Cheesy eventually pulled away from Trophy, still touching him, now stroking him lightly. "What are you smiling about?" Cheesy asked, lifting his head up and gazing at Trophy intently.
"I...," Trophy stammered as he tried to get his mind in a stable place. Cheesy couldn't help but snicker.
"Damn Trophy, whatever you're gonna tell me seems like quite a mouthful." Cheesy said.
Trophy couldn't help but snort at his comment. "Cheesy, shut the fuck up."
"I'm just...happy, you know? That we're even doing this together in the first place."
"I still remember when I thought you were an honest to god asshole," Cheesy replied.
"Doesn't change what you did in the past, but I'm like, so glad you're the person you are now. I think everyone else is even starting to warm up to you." Trophy couldn't help but smile at that.
A thought went up in Trophy's mind. "Remember when I used to heckle you at your comedy shows?" Cheesy punched Trophy playfully.
"I need to get my payback for that. Super 'grating' stuff. To think everything started when you actually laughed at one of my jokes." Cheesy said, looking away from Trophy as a soft smile appeared on his face.
"I still think about that time."
"So do I, which is why I still crack myself up, that time in particular." Cheesy added, making a joke.
"Why don't I put on the show for once?" Trophy said. As Cheesy was about to speak, Trophy kissed him on the lips, their tongues meshing together in a harmonious melody. Cheesy moaned and returned the kiss passionately.
When the two of them parted from the kiss, they both stared into each other's eyes, naked and exposed. They could feel how aroused they were. Both their bodies twitched involuntarily at the moment. Then they each began moving one hand down along the opposite leg and moved the other around and grabbed onto the other, both groping.
"How do you want me?" Trophy asked, their bodies on top of one another.
Cheesy's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"How do you want me to touch you?" Trophy said.
Cheesy didn't really answer him right away, but he knew what Trophy meant. "Um, well, if you...do anything, I guess you can...you know." Trophy cupped the underside of his shaft through his shorts, pinching a little.
"Don't do anything you don't want to." Cheesy said.
Trophy removed his hand from under Cheesy's shorts. He then spread the latter's legs apart and slipped his hand underneath Cheesy 's underwear. There was a large bulge in his crotch. Trophy ran his fingers through rubbing his own cock a little bit.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, their combined body heat rising up to such levels that they began sweating profusely, a visible damp spot appearing directly on top of their exposed crotches. A loud rumble came out of Cheesy's chest, causing his eyes to water up. After their lips met for another passionate kiss, Cheesy looked down at Trophy and breathed deeply, running his hands across the other's shoulders. He reached down, grabbing hold of Trophy's chin and pulling him in, their mouths pressing against each other with more force than before.
Now, they felt more than ready to reach that final stage–in their eyes, that heart-pounding moment of truth. So, without any hesitation, Cheesy dropped his lower body down, letting it rest between Trophy's knees. While maintaining eye contact with Trophy, they slowly applied lube to his tentacle, along with Cheesy's hole of entrance.
"Lemme know if it starts to hurt." Trophy said, his expression stern.
"You got it." Cheesy replied, his entire body tense. It took only a few seconds of teasing his sensitive entrance until he heard Trophy groan, slowly pushing his dick into Cheesy.
Cheesy let out a groan, his back arching as he gasped loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around Trophy as he tried his best to gently insert himself into Cheesy. Soon, Trophy could feel that final push seal the two together, both boys letting out a sigh of relief.
"You alright?" Trophy asked.
Cheesy let out a strained thumbs-up. "I'm fine, but...you're a little bigger than I expected my guy." A blush ran on Trophy's face, to which Cheesy laughed.
"It's not a bad thing. It hurt a little going in, but I'm all cheddar now. It just feels...weird?" Cheesy replied.
"You're like...super tight, holy shit." Trophy said.
"It feels really fucking good actually."
Cheesy made a pouting face. "Not fair that you get to steal all the good vibes, gimme some of that fun, man!"
Trophy snickered. "You sure? I'm totally sure you don't want it. You're as gouda as you'll ever be."
Cheesy laughed. "Holy shit, that was comedy gold. I see the student is learning from his master."
Trophy smiled. "Well today, you're fucking mine."
As soon as Trophy said that, he started to thrust into Cheesy, catching him off guard as his eyes widened. In response, Cheesy matched his thrusts by pushing his hips back at Trophy, trying his best to balance their speeds. The sex became very frantic at this point, where Cheesy felt pressure beginning to build up inside of him. He gripped Trophy's waist tighter as he got into it, trying to suppress a moan from escaping. He tightened his grip on his neck as the ecstasy intensified and drove itself further inside of him, having a difficult time holding back. The two young men stopped talking at that point, both fighting the urge to cry out their pleasure. But instead, Cheesy held his head close to Trophy's as the tip of his dick found that pleasant g-spot, sending electric pulses throughout their bodies. Cheesy closed his eyes and screamed his name while reaching for his crest. He kept a firm grip on Trophy's jaw, keeping them locked in place. Their chests heaved as Cheesy felt a climax come crashing down upon him, his thighs trembling as a low growl filled the room. Cheesy couldn't help but moan as Trophy's body thrashed atop him, rolling their heads around in unison. With every shuddering wave of his climax, Trophy pressed against Cheesy, who was completely out of control at this point. He threw his head back and let out a roar that echoed in the room.
Their passion subsided when they finally stopped moving, Trophy pulling his head away so that he could catch his breath. When they turned to look at one another, both were breathing heavily, sweat dripping from their bodies onto the bedding. Both of their faces were slightly flushed, displaying the blissful afterglow of this sexual encounter. They had no idea what else to say or do, just enjoying the closeness that was there. Trophy leaned over and placed a kiss on Cheesy's forehead.
"How'd you feel about taking me out again tomorrow?" Cheesy asked.
Trophy pulled back. "Sounds great."
The two embraced each other tightly, their naked bodies still sweaty. Their bodies rested underneath their sheets, protected by his cold presence, safe and warm within them. Trophy gave Cheesy a long hug, the heat from his skin permeating through his pores.
In their eyes, today was an astounding success.