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Tavir led Shurik into his bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Shurik felt a wave of nervousness rush over him as he stared up at Tavir, but desire was washing through him as well. He wanted Tavir.. had wanted him for so long.

Tavir smiled and pushed him gently, letting him fall backwards, sprawling on the bed. Tavir climbed on top of him, moving forward until their lips met, and teased him with his tongue, slipping it into his mouth, and sliding it along his lips, leaving a moist outline. He felt the gentle nibble of teeth as Tavir sucked on his lower lip. <Gods, even that feels so good.> He reached up unsure hands, sliding them tentatively along Tavir's back. <Such soft skin. I wonder if he's this soft all over?> Well, he had plenty of time to find out, he supposed. Tavir feathered a row of kisses down to his neck, then bit lightly into his tender skin, and he gasped as Tavir's tongue played along his throat. Eyes closed, he stroked Tavir's back lightly, letting the soft tongue arouse him as it ran along his neck and up to attach itself to his earlobe. He groaned. Who could've guessed an earlobe could be so sensitive? And so stimulating? Tavir's breath warmed his ear.

"Have you ever done this before, Shurik?" he whispered, and Shurik's eyes snapped open.

"I.. no. Never." He admitted. How truthful should he be? "No-one ever.. interested me like you did," he added. Hell, if he couldn't tell Tavir the truth, what was the point?

"I hope I'll be worth the wait, then." Tavir's breath tickled him as that gentle tongue slid down his neck again, tracing the firm muscles along his shoulders.

"Oh, you are already," Shurik managed to say. Tavir laughed softly, then paused at his shoulder, tongue gently tracing the faint scars left from Reyn's attack. He shivered slightly.

"Do they still hurt?" Tavir whispered, raising himself up to look down at Shurik. Shurik forgot to answer as he stared at Tavir, spellbound; it dawned on him that he could really stare, not afraid of what Tavir's reaction would be if he looked at him too long. Tavir's silky auburn hair, caught as always in a loose ponytail, tumbled over one of his shoulders. Tavir's beautiful eyes, deep blue that always hinted at being black, captured the faint moonlight that peeked in through the window, sparkling softly in that beautiful, fineboned face; high cheekbones, a straight nose that turned up just slightly at the end, a sharp chin, and his large, sensual mouth. Belatedly he realized that Tavir had asked him a question.

"Oh. No, not anymore," he fumbled out a reply. Tavir looked at him a moment longer, then nodded and lowered his head again, trailing tiny kisses across his chest, until he reached his nipple, which his tongue wrapped around. Shurik moaned as Tavir suckled on his nipple, and his penis throbbed in his jeans, pressing up against Tavir's stomach. He felt embarrassed for a moment, then remembered; that's what this was all about. So he let it throb against Tavir, and his fingers ran idle patterns across that strong back. Tavir slid across to his other nipple, and he moaned again. This one was more sensitive. Or was he just more aroused? Whatever it was, it felt good.

Tavir smiled as he traced his tongue down Shurik's chest and lean stomach, pausing to tickle his navel, tongue slipping deep inside. Shurik's soft moans were barely audible, but Tavir noticed them. So Shurik had never done this before? It didn't really surprise him. Shurik was still innocent in a lot of ways. He remembered a time when he and Shurik had known as much as each other about sex; nothing. So much had happened since then. Things had changed. Reyn had taught him, and taught him well how to be the submissive partner. Now he had to try his hand at being the dominant one. But he wouldn't be the same as Reyn had been, no. He'd make it special for Shurik. Maybe there was a way they could be equal in this; no submission, no dominance. Just the two of them, sharing something wonderful.

His tongue slid further, then hit the top of Shurik's jeans. He stopped, considering, and Shurik stiffened slightly. But he ran his tongue back up again, this time exploring different parts of Shurik's stomach. <Let him anticipate. Besides, I want to explore him some more. We've been so close, for so long, but not close like this. There's so much new to learn about him. I don't know why I didn't realize sooner.> He traced his tongue in patterns, noting each of Shurik's ribs, and the different reactions they evoked. One was particularly sensitive, and he teased it several times. Shurik writhed, laughing and moaning all at once, half-growling his name in a scolding tone. But he could tell that Shurik's scolding wasn't real, that he was enjoying it, so he did it again. Then he returned his attention to Shurik's nipples, nibbling gently with his teeth this time, and feeling Shurik quiver under him in response. Shurik's penis pressed hard and hot against him. It felt good, knowing that he was making Shurik feel that good, and knowing that he was the first person who'd ever done so. It made Shurik all the more 'his'. <I wonder how long he can hold out.> He moved up, tasting Shurik's neck again, so sweet and salty all in one, and then explored the other ear. His attention was drawn to the scar that ran a smooth line down Shurik's cheek. <For me. He took that for me, and didn't even tell me, to save my feelings.> He ran one finger along it. Shurik's eyes moved to meet his, deep enough that he felt he could fall into them from here, fall and be consumed. And he wouldn't care.

"I'll make up for it, a hundred times over.." he whispered, caressing the scar softly, as if his fingers could heal it if only they touched it enough. Shurik reached up and caught his hand, moving it from the scar to his lips.

"Just having you makes up for it, Tavir," was his reply. Tavir pressed his lips against the scar. <Not enough, but somehow, I will. And I'll never forget why you have it, Shurik. For me.>

Shurik ran his hands through Tavir's velvety hair, pulling it free from its ponytail and letting it ripple across his fingers, something he'd always longed to do. He let its soothing feel caress his fingers as Tavir's tongue caressed his cheek, then slipped across to his mouth, lips sliding over his in a deep, consuming kiss. The scar didn't matter to him anymore. Reyn had hurt him, but he'd learnt from it, and he still had Tavir. That was all that mattered to him. Especially now, when Tavir was so close to him.

His penis throbbed for release and he groaned against Tavir's lips, eliciting a laugh from Tavir, a faint understanding laugh that vibrated against his lips and made him want to groan again. He opened his eyes, watching Tavir, drinking in the sight of him, so close. His face, so loving -- <for me! That's his love for me!> -- and his muscular body. Soft skin over hard muscles. But they were looser now, without the workout of hockey that made him so taut, and it gave him a gentler appearance, a softness like velvet. He reached up to touch it again, those strong shoulders that stood firm through everything, sliding down to that narrow waist that even the girls envied.

"You're very beautiful, Shurik. Did you know that?" Tavir's quiet voice surprised him, and he blinked; Tavir was staring down at him, even as he stared up at Tavir. He blushed as he realized what had been said. "Your eyes are so.. deep. Your face is so gentle." Tavir ran fingers through Shurik's messy hair. "Your hair is so delicious." He smiled and leaned down to bury his face in it, to breathe deeply of it. "And it smells so nice. You smell so nice." Tavir's mouth pressed against his again, and he returned the kiss, passionate and wondering. He was beautiful? He'd never imagined that anyone, least of all Tavir, would think that about him.

"I do love you so, Shurik." Tavir's whisper was so soft he might have imagined it, as Tavir moved out of arm's reach, mouth running a graceful path down his body again. But he hadn't imagined it, and those simple yet important words made his heart burn in his chest, pounding madly. He focused on those words, letting them wrap him in happiness. Tavir's tongue languidly taunted his nipples and navel before reaching his jeans. This time, however, Tavir's nimble fingers undid them, sliding both jeans and boxers down to bare his penis. He shivered; the air seemed cold after the snug warmth of the material. Tavir slid his jeans off completely, then began stroking gentle fingers up and down his inner thighs, barely touching him. He shuddered, for Tavir's touch was so intoxicating, even so light as it was. He wondered if it was possible to get drunk on a person's caress. If so, he was surely well on the way there. His whole perception focused itself on Tavir; there was nothing else that mattered, not now, not ever. Tavir's lips touched his inner thigh, and his warm tongue trailed upwards, almost touching his balls before trailing down again. He groaned, his hips thrusting at the air, desperate for.. something. The touch of Tavir's tongue moved across to his other thigh, sliding up. But instead of stopping short, it continued, running lightly over his balls and up his length, and Tavir's mouth consumed him. He made a strangled noise, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, his fingers clutching the sheets beneath him, as he drowned in a sudden delight of pleasure, a new feeling that was too good to resist. His hips bucked and he came with a rush, pumping and moaning as gorgeous feelings ran rampant through his body. Finally it released him, and he collapsed on the bed, body limp and exhausted. Tavir's tongue tickled him lightly once more, then vanished, and Tavir slid up along the bed to lie next to him. Tavir kissed him, and he tasted something different on his tongue. <Is that.. from me? Is that what I taste like?> It was so strange to him.

"Tavir.." he whispered softly as their lips parted. He wanted to say so much more, but that was all he could manage for now.

"You're beautiful, Shurik," Tavir said with a small smile, reaching up to brush back Shurik's tangled hair.

"I love you.." It was all he could think of that mattered. Something hard pressed against his leg, and he realized belatedly, "what about you?" He didn't know if he could repeat what Tavir had just done.

"I.. what do you want to do?"

"Me..?" He tried to remember what little he knew about sex. "I could.. have you inside me?" he questioned. That sounded right. More, it sounded good.

"Only if you want to." Tavir's voice was serious, his eyes glimmering in the faint light. "It'll hurt some."

"Hurt?" He considered it a moment, but it felt right somehow that he should let Tavir inside; Tavir, who had already been inside his heart all these years. "I don't care. I want you to."

Tavir debated Shurik's words, but that determined look had come into his eyes, and Tavir knew better than to fight it. And he didn't really want to, either. He was hard, and full of desire, and he wanted release; but more than that, he wanted release in Shurik. He kept wanting to be closer to Shurik, wanting to hold him tighter, kiss him deeper, know him more intimately, but there was only so close he could get. He ran his hand lightly down Shurik's chest, reaching down to squeeze his balls gently, which earned him a surprised, delighted gasp. He liked that, the little noises that Shurik made. They were like music to him. Reyn had been a silent, unemotional lover. Shurik's innocent, honest delight was invigorating. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, discarding them along with his boxers. His penis was glad to be free, hard and impatient. His seduction of Shurik had aroused him, too, taking pleasure in the fact that he could give Shurik so much pleasure. It was so different from Reyn. With Reyn, it was sex. With Shurik.. he thought he was coming to understand what other people meant when they talked about 'making love'. There was more to this than just sex.

"I'll be right back," he promised in a whisper, and ducked into the bathroom, quickly finding a small bottle of lotion. He was glad they'd at least half unpacked, and he hurried back into the bedroom. Shurik lay waiting, eyes wide and trusting. He eyed the lotion curiously.

"What's that for?"

"So I don't hurt you so much." Tavir opened the bottle, tipping some into his hand. He stretched out next to Shurik. "Roll over," he told him softly. When Shurik did so, he reached down and gently caressed his buttocks with one hand, the other slipping between them. Shurik gasped as he ran the lotion around his hole, before sliding one finger inside, letting the lotion smooth the process. Slowly, he added another finger, wincing at Shurik's groan.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, but Shurik shook his head.

"It's okay. Keep going," was his faint reply. Tavir slid his fingers deeper, then out again, spreading the lotion around. He rubbed what was left of it over his penis, and moved closer, pressing it gently between Shurik's cheeks. Shurik squirmed slightly, then was still. Tavir reached one hand around, caressing the younger boy's balls, and Shurik's head fell back slightly. Tavir glimpsed half-closed eyes amidst a tangle of hair, and he sighed; so free of his inhibitions and shy, reserved ways, Shurik looked more beautiful than ever before. He nestled Shurik closer to him, as he pushed himself deeper, revelling in the tightness, in being more 'one' with Shurik than he'd been able to be so far. Shurik groaned again, and he pressed his lips against his neck in soft, apologetic kisses as he pulled out and thrust in again, slow and careful. He wrapped his hand around Shurik's penis, feeling it harden ever so slightly in response. He began to pump it, a rhythm that he slowly matched with his hips, pushing deep into that divinely tight space. Shurik grew harder in his hand, and Shurik's body began to move in time with his, small moans escaping him. Tavir let the sound of those moans wash over him, giving in to a wild ride of passionate feelings, his head spinning with the scent of Shurik's hair as he thrust harder and faster, his breath hot and urgent against Shurik's neck. And then it became too much, and he tugged wildly on Shurik's penis, gasping Shurik's name as he brought them both to orgasm at the same time, hips moving as one.

He luxuriated in the pleasant after sensations for a long time, still caught up in Shurik's scent, Shurik's soft body, Shurik's ragged breathing.. but finally he withdrew himself from Shurik, and propped his head up on one arm. Shurik rolled over to face him, eyes bright and sparkling. Tavir couldn't help but smile at him; he hoped Shurik had enjoyed it as much as he had, and from his look it seemed he had. Shurik reached up a hand to touch his face, his expression breathlessly wondering, and Tavir watched as the twinkle in those honeysweet eyes slowly deepened, mischief touching his features.

"Tavir," Shurik said, an impish grin crossing his face, "do I get to explore you next time?"