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Grian was aching with exhaustion by the time he arrived back at the dorm after a gruelling day of classes and an evening spent working his shift at the shitty pizzeria just outside campus.
His sweater smelled like pepperoni, and his feet hurt from how long he’d been walking around in his ratty shoes.
He shuffled into the small living space of his dorm, wrangling his backpack and a hastily packed box of leftover pizza that he’d brought as a sort of peace offering to his roommate for heading in so late - except, Scar was nowhere to be seen.
Grian frowned as he locked the door behind him. The lights were on, which wasn’t actually saying much - Scar could have forgotten to turn them off, or maybe he was running a quick errand - but as Grian kicked his shoes off, he noted that Scar’s pair were neatly lined up next to the wall, signifying that his roommate hadn’t, at the very least, left the building.
(Or he had, but forgot his shoes.
Again.)
Grian put the pizza and backpack down by his bed, and walked over to the small bathroom their dorm came equipped with - a luxury, Grian knew, for dorms to come with private en suite bathrooms, but it had been a priority for him when applying for student housing (for obvious reasons), even if that meant he had to share his dorm with another person to be able to afford it - and he knocked on the bathroom door.
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side, followed by a muted bang of someone knocking into something.
Grian’s frown deepened. “Scar? That you, or do I need to call security again?”
Luckily, it was indeed Scar’s voice that shakily called out to him after a few hesitant moments. “Y-yeah, um, it’s me. No scary guards necessary!”
Grian’s lips twitched, threatening to let a fond smile through. He replied, “If you say so. You okay in there?”
Scar’s voice sounded a bit winded, but still as obnoxiously happy as ever when he called back through the flimsy material of the door, “Just peachy, G-man! Didn’t realise you’d be back already.”
Grian slumped against the wall separating the sleeping area from the bathroom. He was so tired. “It’s past midnight,” he said, hearing faint sounds of movement from the other side of the door. “The shop’s closed. Brought pizza, by the way. Need a shower.”
Scar made a small noise, barely carrying through the door. “How about you start eating and I’ll be ready to join you in a few minutes?”
Grian’s lips finally tilted into a tired grin. “What, are you shitting or something?”
“What? No! Why would I talk to you while on the toilet?” Scar cried out, and his voice sounded so indignant that Grian couldn’t help but laugh.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? It’s not that weird! Besides, I didn’t hear the shower running, so how would I know what you get up to in there?” Grian teased, but he was already pulling back from the wall to go lounge on his bed as he waited for the bathroom.
He sleepily nibbled on a few slices of pizza as he heard Scar moving around in the bathroom - and then he blinked as the other man called out.
“Um, I don’t suppose I could ask you to turn your back while I grab some clothes?”
Grian squinted at the still closed door. “‘Course… But Scar, you always waltz around naked. Hell, I’m the one asking you to get dressed at all, half of the time - what’s wrong?”
Silence. Then, an embarrassed chuckle from the bathroom. “We-ell, you see,” Scar drawled out, “I maybe was having some, shall we say, some alone time in here, and perhaps I even brought a toy with me, and, gosh, now I find myself in the position where I could either leave the toy in here where you’d see it in about five minutes, or I could carry it out with me and you’d see it right away, and for some reason I don’t feel like you’d appreciate either one.”
Grian’s face went bright red in seconds, cheeks flaming hot as he blinked down at his lap. “Oh.”
Scar’s chuckle was less strained and more genuine this time. “Yeah. So, unless you wanna get an eyeful - which, I don’t mind, you know that - then I’d recommend you close your eyes right about now, ‘kay?”
Grian swallowed, fingers tightening against the fabric of his jeans. His skin felt flushed. “Okay,” he mumbled.
He heard Scar make a confirming noise, and then the rattling of the bathroom door. Grian really ought to close his eyes.
The thing was, though.
Sure, Scar could be annoying. He was loud and he teased him and he wasn’t considerate at all. He made jokes at Grian’s expense, tried to adopt every animal he could get his hands on, and he spent too long in the bathroom, making Grian nearly run late every single morning.
But also, Scar was sort of distressingly attractive. And he was kind - kinder than anyone else Grian knew, even with how obnoxious and oblivious the man sometimes seemed to be. Scar always bought tea alongside his own coffee so he could bring Grian a cup for his early classes.
Scar didn’t call him out on his blush when Grian grabbed his hand when they were walking across campus together, swearing until he was green and blue in the face that he was just trying to make sure you’re keeping up, Scar.
Scar was the one who used his cane to trip a guy just for looking at Grian wrong, that one time during second year orientation, and that—
Grian swallowed around his dry throat.
He didn’t close his eyes.
Scar was walking out of the bathroom towards his closet, avoiding his eyes, naked as the day he was born because of course he was - Grian bit back the reflexive ‘put your clothes back on’ - and in Scar’s hand was—
Grian didn’t really know what he’d expected, but at the sight of the sizable pink dildo, obnoxiously bright and - and sparkly, god, and the way Scar was limping just slightly…
A punched out noise escaped his throat. His fingers dug into his thighs. There was a prominent throbbing between his legs, and oh, when Grian clenched he could feel the slight slickness beginning to accumulate.
Then he realised Scar had stopped walking.
Grian shot him a wide-eyed glance, feeling like a small creature caught in glaring headlights, watching his own doom barreling towards him yet unable to get himself to safety.
Scar’s eyes were brilliantly green, and his skin was slightly tan from how often he walked around shirtless. His top surgery scars were dark and messy, but Grian thought it suited him - a testament of how he enjoyed movement and the sun too much to really care about the visual aspect long term. Grian’s eyes trailed down even further, and Scar was thick with muscle everywhere, but that still didn’t hide the slight pouch of his lower stomach, soft-looking and making Grian want to sink his teeth into it—
Scar cleared his throat. Grian’s eyes snapped back up to meet his eyes again, cheeks heating up once more.
Scar looked… he looked. A bit smug, a bit hopeful. Like he was close to figuring out a puzzle, or to finishing a particularly tricky assignment that he knew Grian still was stuck on.
“You like what you see?”
Scar waved the hand with the - the dildo around, making the toy wobble slightly, and Grian’s blush intensified as his breathing caught as he really took in the size of it, and the knowledge that Scar had just taken that within him—
And Grian just blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
“No lube?”
Scar’s eyebrow raised, a slow, gorgeous arch, in tandem with Grian’s face going a deep crimson. He was able to maintain the eye contact - at least, until—
“I get plenty wet on my own, so no need.”
Aaand Grian’s palms were covering his face, head ducking down as he curled in on himself with a small ‘eep’. God, he could feel his own underwear sticking to him, in sympathy or interest, and it was all heat and embarrassment and lust—
Scar’s laughter made everything feel warmer, even as Grian’s embarrassment grew - hell, even his ears felt warm - and even though it was teasing, yes, and at his expense, most definitely… it wasn’t malicious.
Grian took a relieved breath when he heard footsteps, followed by the sound of the closet opening and closing, presumably the toy being put away.
He dared to look up, meeting Scar’s gaze once more. The man was smirking at him, and Grian wished it didn’t make him squirm as another spark of pleasure trailed from his bellybutton to his dick, everything below his waist feeling warm and syrup-y.
“I did warn you about the dildo,” Scar chuckled, and to Grian’s relief - shut up, it was definitely relief, not disappointment - he’d also grabbed a pair of boxers, and Scar wiggled his way into them before sprawling out on the bed opposite Grian’s.
“I-I know,” Grian muttered, glaring down at his lap. “I don’t, um, mind. Seeing it, that is.”
Out of his peripheral, Grian saw Scar’s head lifting up from the mattress with a sharp movement. “Oh?”
Scar’s voice was smug, predatory, and - and interested, good god, and Grian was suddenly on his feet, grabbing a towel as he hurried towards the bathroom with a frantic, “You-fucking-yourself-sounds-really-hot-and-I-wouldn’t-mind-seeing-that-sometime-either-okay-good-talk-I-need-to-use-the-shower-now-bye!”
The door slammed behind him as he hid away in the bathroom, panting as he tried to calm his frantic heartbeat down. Grian ignored the thumping from their upstairs neighbours at how loudly he’d closed the door, waiting for a few bated breaths to see if Scar would call out for him.
When nothing else happened, Grian stripped down, grimacing slightly at the tacky feel of his boxers unsticking from his crotch, his own slick really something he’d rather not have to deal with - though, as he stepped into the shower, Grian could admit to himself that the knowledge that Scar apparently enjoyed penetration in his front hole did ease his own mind a bit at the concept.
He’d never tried it himself, though. Oh, Grian was far from a blushing virgin - if anything he was a bit of a slut. Scar was worse, but where the other man seemed to be more comfortable in his body and with the prospect of pleasuring every aspect of it, Grian really only let people touch him externally, with the rare exception of doing anal.
Even he, himself, had never tried to slip more than a few fingers into the wet heat between his legs, and Grian had found the experience underwhelming, the few times he’d tried fingering himself. It just wasn’t worth the wave of dysphoria the action gave him. Anal was messier, but the payoff was way better, in his opinion.
But now Scar had put the idea into his mind. He tried to ignore his racing thoughts as he mechanically washed himself off.
The shower was lukewarm at best. Really, he couldn’t ask for any better at this time of day - most of the students would rather shower at night than have to wake up early to do so, and Grian was no exception.
He ignored how slick he was between his legs as he hurriedly let the water carry the evidence away.
Grian stepped out of the shower after a few minutes spent just standing beneath the slowly cooling water, and as he grabbed a towel that might or might not have been his off of the rack, he realised—
“Fuckin’ hell,” Grian mumbled, gazing at the small space beside the sink where he’d normally put his clean clothes.
“Everything okay?” Scar called out from the other side of the door.
“Yeah,” Grian replied, blinking water out of his eyes as he towelled his hair dry, considering his options.
His clothes smelled like pizza, and he did not even want to think of stepping back into his soppy underwear, which meant…
“Actually,” Grian said, “Would you mind returning the favour? Closing your eyes for a moment? Forgot to bring new undies.” He wrapped the towel around himself as he waited for Scar to reply.
“Sure thing!”
Well then, Grian thought to himself, and unlocked the bathroom door, stepping back into the dorm.
And Scar was—
“Scar!” Grian screeched, one hand clutching the towel securely against his chest while the other flew up to cover his eyes from the mouthwatering scene in front of him.
Because Scar had indeed done as he’d asked and closed his eyes, yes, but that really did nothing to stop Grian from freaking out when Scar had apparently taken Grian’s parting words to heart, and decided to keep riding the dildo.
Right there.
In their bedroom.
Scar cackled, sweat glistening at his temples as he threw his head back and laughed. “You said you wanted to see, right? Well, I don’t mind showing off.”
“Sometime! I said - oh my god,” Grian bit into his own palm, muffling the words as his blush returned full force. So much for managing to calm himself down - Scar’s thighs were flexing with every movement, raising and lowering himself over the pink dildo as he held it steady with one hand beneath himself.
And then the sound registered with him - wet, slick noises, seeming so loud in the otherwise quiet room. The toy was shining with wetness every time Scar lifted himself up, and Grian found that he couldn’t look away.
“Oh god,” he repeated, feeling breathless.
Scar moaned, then, low and long, thighs trembling a bit as he worked himself over the dildo. “Grian, G, can I open my eyes now? Pretty please? Or tell me to fuck off. That works, too.”
His knees felt weak. Grian would blame his actions on that as he found himself stumbling closer to Scar’s bed. “Don’t stop,” he said, and it was barely louder than a breath.
“Can I open my eyes then?” Scar panted, rolling his hips.
“Y-yeah.”
Green eyes stared into his as soon as he’d given permission for it, and Grian felt like an electric current had suddenly gone through him, tensing his muscles and locking him in place.
Scar moaned again, a bit more whiny this time. “Why did I need to close my eyes when you’re still covered up? Such a prude,” he pouted, and Grian felt his ears grow warm.
“I’m not a prude,” he said, and he’d meant for that to sound more annoyed than it came out. “I’m just not a damned exhibitionist like you.”
Scar’s eyes were staring directly into his, a smug grin spreading over his face as his hips kept rocking onto the dildo. “Liar.”
Grian’s breath caught in his chest. He was kneeling in front of the bed, now, towel still wrapped tightly around him, and he was almost the perfect height to see where the toy was disappearing into Scar’s - into Scar. God, the sounds were even louder from this close, wet and vulgar. He licked his lips.
Scar chuckled, and it sounded a bit breathless. “You certainly don’t mind being the one watching, at least. Bet I could make you enjoy being watched in return. Would love to see you wreck your pretty little pussy for me.”
Grian flinched, and corrected him, “Hole or cunt, please.”
“Sorry,” Scar said, and he met Grian’s gaze, sounding sheepish. “You can call mine a pussy if you’d like, I don’t mind.”
Grian licked his lips again, and slowly reached a trembling hand until it rested on Scar’s straining thigh. “And - and here?” His fingers slowly slid up towards the juncture of Scar’s hip, closer and closer to where he was red and flushed and erect.
Scar broke the eye contact to tilt his head back, eyes going half-lidded as he moaned breathily towards the ceiling. “That’s my dick, yeah. Yours?”
Grian bit his lip, worrying the skin a little, because - because, this felt like pre-sex talk. And, sure, Scar was currently- but that was just Scar being Scar. The way they were talking felt like Grian was about to join in, and—
Yeah. Yeah, actually. Yes.
“Clit or dick, either is fine,” Grian mumbled. “God, Scar.”
Scar’s hand lifted from the mattress to cover Grian’s own where it was still resting on Scar’s hip, and Grian raised his head to meet Scar’s warm gaze, face warming as he realised he’d been staring quite blatantly at - at Scar’s pussy.
God.
“So, what do you say, G?” Scar said, and since when had his voice been so husky? Deep and warm and making shivers dance up and down Grian’s spine. “Gonna let me see how good you look as you come, getting your pretty cunt fucked?”
(Scar shot him a questioning glance at the terminology, and Grian nodded to show him he approved. Grian was so infatuated with him, it made his chest hurt.)
Grian’s fingers tightened around his towel and on Scar’s skin, and he felt his flush creeping down his neck. “Sure, but I’ve never… not in there.”
And Scar, who’d kept his hips moving all this time, grinded to a stop. He blinked incredulously at Grian. “What, never? Really?”
Grian’s skin felt like it was on fire. “Just a few fingers, to try it. Didn’t really do much for me.”
Scar’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Grian’s hand beneath his own. “That’s fine, we can do something else.”
Grian squirmed on the floor, refusing to meet Scar’s gaze as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t reply.
“Oho?” Scar said, and Grian hated how he could feel himself getting wetter at the teasing tone in Scar’s voice. “Or did you maybe want to give it a try?”
Grian grumbled, embarrassed, “Well I figured that if you like it, then maybe there’s something to it, you know?”
Scar’s voice sounded breathless and slightly awed. “You really did see something you liked.”
His blush deepened. “Shut up,” Grian added, no heat behind the words.
And Scar sounded so damned excited when he asked, “Are you wet?” that Grian twitched, and he felt himself leak against the hardwood floor, slick actually dripping, and that—
He hid his face in the mattress with another squeak escaping past his lips. Grian felt the bed shake from Scar’s laughter.
“Oh, G, you’re adorable,” the taller man chuckled. “Get up here and let me kiss you silly, will you?”
Grian did want that, and so he nodded, hiding his face for only a few moments longer before he stood up on shaking knees and climbed up to kneel on Scar’s bed. He noticed the dildo having been abandoned at some point while Grian had been trying to shove his face through the mattress, and was now lying beside Scar’s thigh, still glistening slightly.
When he was kneeling in front of Scar on the bed, towel still clutched between shaking fingers - not that it was doing him much good, the damp fabric inching up his thighs as Grian sat back on his heels - and then Scar was reaching for him with both hands, one going to curl around his waist while the other tangled into the hair at the back of Grian’s neck, tilting his head gently.
Scar’s lips on his were softer than he’d have expected. Grian let his tongue dart out, wetting his own lips and subsequently swiping over Scar’s as well, suddenly very conscious of how chapped his own lips were in comparison.
There was a shaky sigh against his mouth, and Grian found himself trembling as the warm wash of air brushed over his skin, Scar’s tongue slipping between his own lips, slow and gentle and warm as it pressed inwards, making Grian’s toes curl against the mattress, one hand raising to clutch Scar’s shoulder.
Then, the hand on Grian’s waist was tugging him towards the taller man, while the fingers in his hair pulled him backwards. Grian allowed himself to be lowered, back arching gently as Scar broke the kiss to watch with dark eyes as Grian spread out below him, lips parted and the both of them breathing heavily.
“Drop the towel?” Scar asked, and oh - his voice was dark and smooth like expensive chocolate, making goosebumps spread across Grian’s skin as he met the hungry gaze above him.
Grian took a deep breath - and his clammy fingers released the tight hold he’d had on the towel, allowing the fabric to part down the middle, dragging over his skin as it came to rest in a crumpled mess against the mattress.
Scar’s eyes were so heated that Grian didn’t even remember to be embarrassed at being spread out and naked beneath the other man - no, Scar was slack-jawed and his eyes were lidded, and there was no mistaking the man’s expression for anything but pure delight, one calloused thumb stroking gentle circles into Grian’s hipbone.
With a smile that was only a little bit shaky, Grian allowed his knees to spread apart, offering Scar a clear view to all of him. “See something you like as well?”
The sound of Scar swallowing was loud in the room. “Fuck, G, you’re so pretty.”
Scar’s hands settled on Grian’s thighs, and his breath hitched as he let his neck relax, head slumping back against the soft bed. Scar’s palms were dry and warm, and they eased some of the trembles wracking his body.
“Gonna let me wreck your cunt, hm? You want me to make you feel good?”
Grian raised one arm to cover his burning face, and he huffed, trying to cover up how flustered Scar’s voice was making him. “I-if you’re up for it, yeah. I wanna try. Or are you all talk?”
His eyes were still covered up by his own forearm, but he could still hear Scar’s smile grow sweet as it shaped his next words into a filthy promise. “I’m gonna make you cry.”
“Oh,” Grian gasped, dumbly, because—
Because, the next thing he knew, the arm that had covered his face had been flung to the side, Scar’s lips once again pressed against his, and a warm, firm hand was guiding him into raising his left leg, allowing Scar to drape one of Grian’s thighs over the other man’s hip - and there were fingers cupping him between his legs, spreading out over his mound, a thumb circling his clit.
Oh fuck.
Grian cried out at the sudden and too-sharp stimulation, the lack of buildup making him feel like he was burning alive as Scar cackled, eagerly swallowing down Grian’s pants and wails as he squirmed beneath those warm, rough fingers on him.
The thumb swiped down, circling around his hole and gathering up some of the slick that was practically seeping out of him at this point, before returning to Grian’s dick, the glide now smoother, less overwhelming - but no less good. Grian’s breath hitched, but all he could taste and feel and think and hear was Scar, Scar, Scar.
“Look at you,” Scar murmured, voice syrupy sweet and gentle as a summer night as he kept thumbing at Grian’s clit, making the smaller man squirm against him. “Your poor, wet hole has been neglected for so long, hm?”
And then, Scar was slipping two fingers inside of him, curling them gently as they pressed past his pubic bone with a wet squelch that made Grian’s ears burn, hands scrambling over Scar’s neck, his back, shoulders - trying to find purchase anywhere he could reach.
It was… still not amazing. The fingers inside him didn’t feel great, but they didn’t really feel bad, either. The thumb still on his dick, however, felt fantastic, and when Scar started thrusting his fingers gently, thumb drawing a harsh circle around his clit every time he bottomed out, it moved into the realm of incredible.
“Oh!” Grian gasped, the thigh that was draped over Scar’s hip tensing as his ankle hooked behind Scar’s back, drawing him in as if sheer proximity would allow him to feel more.
Scar’s chuckle was gentle as he leaned down to press it into the crook of Grian’s neck, the sound of it thrumming against his jugular. “I’m just getting started, gorgeous. How you holding up so far?”
“I’m-” Grian’s breath hitched when he felt Scar start mouthing at the skin of his neck, warm tongue and gentle suction and the teasing scrape of teeth, “-good, yeah, good, you can - keep going, shit.”
Another chuckle against his skin, followed by a chaste kiss pressed to his shoulder. Grian’s hips bucked when Scar pinched his clit between his knuckles - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to surprise him, dick throbbing in response as a small, weak sound escaped through his teeth - and then a third finger was swiping through his slick before pressing into his cunt.
There was a sting, a feeling of soreness that Grian was not entirely unfamiliar with from doing anal… except, it usually happened after a rough fuck or too little preparation, rather than right from the get-go. It made him twitch and jerk against Scar’s hands, the sensation registering like overstimulation, making him squeak.
“Relax,” Scar breathed, but the feeling was strange and so much, and Grian didn’t know how to react to it - at least, not until Scar crooked his fingers like he was trying to beckon Grian closer to himself, subsequently pressing his fingers into a spot that Grian was unfamiliar with.
The spot didn’t really feel better, just different. It felt muted, almost; a bit underwhelming, a bit like he had to pee - and then Scar started grinding his fingers there, curling and coaxing, his fingers beckoning Grian closer and closer to - to something, and the intensity ramped up as Grian felt wave after wave of shivering warmth spread through him.
Scar’s thumb was grinding against the underside of his dick, making Grian’s legs tense as he started to feel as if he might shudder apart if Scar kept going. It felt so good that Grian almost felt a bit sick with it.
“Come on, G,” Scar muttered, fingers working and muscles straining, his free arm draped across Grian’s chest to keep him from bucking off of his fingers - suddenly a very real possibility - as he kept winding the smaller man up higher and higher. “Come on. Give it up for me, yeah?”
And Grian - fell apart.
It was not the best orgasm he’d had in his life, but it was surely one of his most intense ones. Scar’s fingers kept curling inside him, digging into that one spot that ached like a cramp and pulsed like arousal, and the sensation of it spread throughout his body, almost numbing him as his breath escaped him in a gasp, body floating higher and higher off of the bed.
Another strong curl of Scar’s fingers, a slick thumb circling his dick, and Grian crashed back into himself, cunt flexing and orgasm renewing as it spread through him, thick and slow as molasses, punching his breath out of his chest.
“God, Grian,” Scar gasped, and oh, he sounded wrecked.
When Grian finally managed to wrestle his eyelids open, Scar’s green irises were almost swallowed up by his pupils, expression dark and hungry. His hand had slowed down considerately, but it hadn’t stopped. Grian’s throat felt parched, and he wondered what sounds he’d made when he came.
“You like dirty talk?” Scar asked him, suddenly - or maybe not-so-suddenly, considering he was knuckle-deep in Grian’s cunt - and his hands tightened around Scar’s neck.
He licked his lips, and murmured a hoarse, “Yeah,” his body feeling boneless and heavy, occasionally still twitching around Scar’s fingers. The slick sounds were considerably louder than before, and Grian squirmed when he felt just how wet everything had gotten down there.
“Good,” Scar said, voice dark around his gentle laughter. “Because we’re gonna do that several more times. Gonna wreck you, G, gonna ruin your pretty cunt. This here?” Scar curled his fingers sharply, making a sweet ache radiate from the slightly sore spot as Grian’s head snapped back into the mattress, muscles quivering with tension as they went taut. “This here is mine.”
“Fuck,” Grian moaned out. “Sure, yeah, why not. Turns out I’m into that. Okay. Fuck,” he added, for good measure.
Scar’s responding snicker was more like his usual tone, mischievous and light-hearted, and it made Grian’s chest hurt. “Glad you like it. Let me know if it gets too much, ‘kay?”
“Uh-huh,” Grian said, but he didn’t have the brain power for much more than that, because Scar’s hand was picking up speed and power, switching between punishing grinds against his g-spot and slick warm circles around his dick, and so soon after an orgasm it was just the right side of devastating - occasionally skimming the edges of ‘too much’ without ever actually crossing the line.
Grian was really thankful for Scar’s hand - the one that was not currently frying his brain and leaving his nerves singed between his legs - pressing his torso into the mattress, because he was helpless to stop his body from trying to jerk away from the overstimulation.
“S-Scar,” Grian cried out, voice breaking as his thighs tried to yank him away from the onslaught of so much too much good bad everything at once—
Soft lips pressed against his collarbone, breath cooling his damp skin. “Good?” was mouthed there, gentle and caring, intimate against his clammy skin, and Grian felt another wave of arousal slam over him like a goddamned tsunami, pinning him flat to the bed more effectively than Scar’s hands on him ever could.
“So good,” Grian breathed out in response, eyelashes fluttering as one hand found purchase in the hair at the nape of Scar’s neck, while the other one tightened around a handful of beddings.
Striking green eyes peered up at him as lips dragged over his skin. Grian didn’t think he’d ever seen Scar look more serious or focused than he did right at that very moment.
“I wanna try making you squirt.”
And Grian—
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Grian hissed out as his back went taut against the mattress, hips snapping down to fuck himself further onto Scar’s fingers as he felt his hole contract again. Scar worked him through it yet again, and had Grian not been losing coherency at a speed that was frankly a bit alarming, he would have blushed at how his slick was starting to run down his taint, sticking to his thighs.
It squelched around Scar’s fingers, and Grian choked on a dry sob.
“Just look at you,” Scar breathed against the skin of Grian’s throat, making the smaller man shudder through the aftershocks of his orgasm. “You really needed this, huh? Your sweet hole is so hungry for it.”
Scar’s pinky finger was toying with the slick around his cunt, curling through damp pubic hair, the rest of Scar’s fingers shifting inside him to aid the motion, and Grian bit his lip so hard it started to bleed at the sore feeling of the stretched walls, at how the pads of Scar’s fingers brushed against the sensitive spot that had gone slightly swollen with how the taller man had abused it so thoroughly.
Then Scar folded his fingers together, and the pinky started pressing in along the three digits already occupying Grian’s hole.
Grian whined as the stretch grew sharper, his hole throbbing as he squeezed the fingers tightly - but the glide went smoothly enough, and soon Scar’s fingers were once again speeding up, the thumb braced against Grian’s dick not really moving so much as it was grinding.
“Fuck, baby, look at you,” Scar cooed above him, and oh, oh, the four fingers had leverage to really work his g-spot now, and Grian wailed as his vision whited out for a brief moment of pulsating, full-bodied spasms as Scar’s fingers dug so sharply into the aching spot that Grian lost his breath.
“Give it up for me, G. Let go.”
Scar’s fingers curled again. Then again, and again, and the thumb against his clit grew punishingly firm as Scar’s fingers bent like they were grabbing him - and Grian made a small, punched-out noise as another orgasm shot through him in powerful, wet contractions that had liquid spurting out of him with every merciless grind of Scar’s fingers.
“Yes, baby!” Scar cheered, the smooth curve of his fingers working Grian through the orgasm that left him hollowed out and gasping on the bed, thighs twitching and knuckles going white from how hard he was grabbing the sheets.
Grian was still heaving for breath, dry lips parted as he blinked dumbly up at the cracked ceiling of their dorm as he tried to turn his brain back on again to process what the fuck had just happened.
Scar didn’t give him the chance.
A guttural sound, part protesting and part hungry, was torn from Grian’s chest when he felt Scar thumbing at where his four other fingers were sunk deep into Grian’s red-stretched folds.
“T-there’s no more r-room,” he tried to say, but it came out shaky and weak beneath the sensation of his cunt aching from the already substantial girth splitting him open.
Grian blinked moisture out of his eyes when a warm hand cradled his jaw, tilting his chin gently down until Scar could press a soft kiss to his still parted lips. Green eyes, so kind, so hungry, crinkling gently at the corners as a calloused thumb stroked at his cheek.
“Oh, Grian, of course there’s room.”
Then Scar’s thumb - the one between his legs - twisted, and Grian wailed as he felt the tip of it pressing in to join the rest of Scar’s hand inside him.
It was - well. The sensation was quite painful, if Grian was to be honest. Overwhelmingly so, and lightning crackled up his spine as his body arched to get away from it; vision flashing white as his brain was filled with static.
The first knuckle of Scar’s thumb was braced against the outside of his hole - it really was just the tip that had been forced inside - and Scar was biting a trail of kisses down his chest, leaving small, smarting spots of quickly cooling wetness behind as he worked his way down his sternum. Grian’s breath was wheezing out of him, throat straining as Scar’s hand twisted.
“Fuck yeah, sing for me.”
Tears were running down his cheeks as Grian writhed on the bed. The sharp, painful jab of Scar’s knuckle slid smoothly around the outer edges of his folds in a quarter-circle, back and forth, working him open as it was coated with the slick still dripping out of him.
God, Scar really was trying to make him take his entire hand.
The next time Scar’s wrist twisted, the first knuckle slipped in, a sharp stab of pain between his legs that receded into a dull throb.
Grian screamed.
He was aware that he was shaking, the leg that had been draped over Scar’s hip was now curled over the taller man’s upper back as Scar had squirmed his way down the bed until he’d settled with Grian’s heel digging into his spine. Soft lips were pressing sweet kisses into his hip bone, Scar’s cold nose following behind, and the gesture was so tender that Grian’s breath hiccupped wetly as Scar wriggled even further down until he was nosing at Grian’s pubes.
Scar cooed at him. “Oh, baby, your hole is so red. I bet it hurts. You’re so swollen, and absolutely sopping wet for me anyway. Want me to keep going?”
“Please,” Grian tried to say, voice breaking and leaving his words a breathless croak. Begging for a respite, for it to stop, for more, for Scar, for anything and everything the man could give him.
Scar’s wrist twisted again, the final knuckle pressing to his painfully stretched cunt, making the tender skin throb in response. Scar licked a stripe of pure heat from where his hand was almost completely crammed inside him, all the way up to the head of his clit. Grian sobbed.
“Shh,” Scar soothed him, voice slurring just a bit as he spoke with his lips still touching Grian’s dick. Grian felt the man’s fingers caressing his insides, gently stroking his g-spot until it felt like he was about to burst. “Deep breath, G, and I’ll take you to heaven.”
He had no choice but to obey.
Eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, Grian gasped in big lungfuls of air as Scar’s lips wrapped around his clit, warm tongue pressing it up against the roof of Scar’s mouth - and then Scar sucked—
Grian’s breath escaped him in a whoosh as he cried out, limbs trembling against the overwhelming pleasure following the sharp pain radiating from his hole…
And Scar’s hand slid into him to the wrist.
The relief was so immediate and overwhelming that Grian let out a pained grunt as a half-assed orgasm rippled through him, more wetness gushing forth around where Scar’s fist was plugging him up.
For a mortifying moment, he almost thought he’d wet himself.
Then Scar’s fingers curled up inside him, forming a fist squeezed firm by the tight fit of Grian’s clenching walls, and the knuckles digging sharply into his g-spot as a result made the liquid escape more rhythmically, and Grian whined from a mixture of relief and embarrassment as he realised that, no, he wasn’t wetting himself, but simply squirting. Again.
As Grian was shuddering apart, Scar gave him tiny kitten-licks to his clit, making small zings of sensation flare through him.
“Holy shit,” Scar breathed into the hollow of his hip. Grian ached. “Holy shit.”
Grian tried to respond, or maybe laugh at the other man’s lack of coherent commentary after having spent so long turning Grian’s brain to mush with his silver tongue, but what actually escaped him was a warbled mess of meaningless noises, so maybe he wasn’t any better himself.
God, but his insides hurt. Between the two of them, Scar was the expert on vaginal penetration, but judging by how his hole felt red-hot and throbbing like a bad sunburn, muscle deep and rubbed raw with overstimulation and way too big of a stretch for a hole that was, by all intents and purposes, technically virginal - even if Grian himself was not - but whatever it was that had possessed Scar to want to give him his fist, Grian couldn’t help but agree with it, even with how much it hurt.
The thought alone was hot enough to make him clench down what little his overworked muscles could (not much), and Grian let out a soft moan as Scar’s knuckles dug a bit firmer into his g-spot.
“Ohh, you like that,” Scar murmured, apparently having regained his higher brain functions a bit faster than Grian himself had. Scar nosed at his dick, making Grian’s breath hitch. “Go on, beautiful. Fuck yourself open for me. Work those hips, come on, come on, ruin your cunt on my fist, please.”
Grian’s hips were rocking right along with Scar’s words, small breathless cries escaping him at every sharp spike of pain radiating through his cunt whenever the wide curve of Scar’s fist shifted inside him.
It felt so good.
“Come on, G, oh, we gotta get me a strap. Wanna fuck you like that, find something big that doesn’t even look like it’ll fit in your tiny little hole - but it will, won’t it? You’ll just let me work you open until I can fit whatever I want in your pretty cunt, stretched wide open for me.”
Scar’s voice was deep and melodic, and his breath was damp and warm as he spoke around Grian’s dick, lips touching the sensitive head and making him squirm on the bed as he panted, tears rolling unhurriedly down his temples to disappear into his hair.
The fist inside him twitched, causing Grian to keen - and then Scar’s closed fingers made a mockery of that same beckoning motion from before, smaller and more restricted as it was by the limited space…
And Grian’s world exploded into sensation.
Scar’s knuckles worked the swollen walls of his g-spot with ruthless efficiency, wrist curving and giving the motion more force, and Scar’s mouth was completely covering his clit again, sucking on it in a pulsating wet pattern as if the taller man was trying to coax something from the swollen flesh, to take it within himself and devour him completely.
His ears were ringing, and in between his own desperate wails, he could only really discern sounds the few times Scar gave his dick some respite in order to murmur more filth between his legs.
“Should find someone twice your size to bend you in half,” Scar muttered. “Wanna watch them fill you up, lick you out afterwards as you cry so sweetly for me. Wanna see you getting double teamed, both your greedy holes stuffed so full that you can’t even think. Wanna sit on your face, G, fuck, fuck—”
Scar’s hand was rocking into him now, and the intrusion was big enough that the movement had his pelvic bone hurting. Grian was sobbing, trembling and weak and overheated beneath the taller man, but he didn’t want it to ever stop. His legs remained splayed wide open for Scar, even as he kicked and twitched from raw nerves being played with.
“One more,” Scar’s voice cut through the obscenely wet noises filling the room. When Grian gave a small sound of confirmation, too weak to lift his head enough to meet Scar’s gaze, he felt a soft kiss being pressed to his thigh.
“Just one more, G. Last one, I promise. Oh, you’re so good, so good for me. Thank you, thank you—”
Knuckles against his g-spot, working him hard and fast, Scar’s voice and fingers and lips against his skin, smoothing down his thigh tenderly, reverently, working him up and up and up as Scar’s dark, smooth voice whispered praise and thank you’s against trembling skin - then the voice was gone, replaced by warm wet suction around his dick—
And Grian was gone, ripped from his body as he soared above the skies.
As soon as his cunt started contracting, pushing more liquid out in small, strong spurts, Scar’s fist was suddenly unclenching and then the hand was torn from him, leaving him gasping, clenching on nothing as a deep moan reverberated around his clit as he just kept coming.
His squirt covered Scar’s chin, soaking into the bed and coating his hands and neck as Scar released his clit and started lapping between his legs, mouthing at him wet and soothing as he eased Grian through and out of his orgasm.
As Grian regained his breath, slowly settling back into his own skin as he felt his bones go heavy and unruly on the soaked sheets, he raised his head slowly and with far more effort than it should have taken, just in time to see Scar shove his still dripping hand in between his own legs.
Scar was still mouthing at his dripping cunt, shallowly licking up his slick and soothing Grian’s sore walls with the warm smoothness of his tongue, and Grian couldn’t help but moan weakly as Scar groaned into his cunt, hips rocking down onto his own fingers as he grinded against the bed.
His eyes were closed, but the pleasure was obvious on his face anyway - even wet and halfway buried between Grian’s legs as it was.
When Scar came, it was with sharp thrusts that rocked the bed, a small furrow between his brows, and a high-pitched whimper that Grian felt settling in his bones like it belonged there, something hungry and longing that he could already tell he wanted to hear more of in the future.
And then, finally, the room was quiet and still, the only movement and sound being from heaving chests and slowly evening breaths, the frantic rush of blood and heat and need calming down into aches and contentedness and bliss.
After a few minutes of lying silently on the bed, sticky and aching, skin against skin - Scar was still slightly on top of him, and though he wasn’t mouthing at his hole anymore, his lips were close enough for Grian to feel Scar’s every breath against his dick - Grian finally found the ability to speak again.
“Wow,” was the first thing he breathed out, immediately followed by, “ow,” as his cunt throbbed dully. Then, he giggled, feeling breathless and floaty and lighter than air when he felt more than heard Scar snort. “Oh my god, don’t laugh into my junk,” was immediately followed by more laughter, Scar joining in with his own chuckles.
After a little while, Scar rolled off him so they were both lying on their backs on the damp bed sheets, the pink dildo forgotten somewhere on the bed between them.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” Scar suddenly said, apropos of nothing. It only made Grian laugh harder.
“I think that’s my line, Scar. I didn’t even know my body could do that!”
Scar tilted his head back to grin at him upside down on the bed. “Well, you hadn’t ever tried it, right? So you wouldn’t know either way!”
“Still!” Grian exclaimed, then shivered as his body cooled down enough for him to notice the slight chill in the air, now that he was no longer moving and the sweat and slick had started drying on his skin, itchy and tacky and gross. “Man, now I need another shower.”
“Me too,” Scar bemoaned, stretching his limbs out with a groan until his spine popped, making Grian shudder beside him at the loud noise. “My bed’s all wet, too.”
Grian’s face grew warm. “That’s your own fault.”
Scar chuckled. “It really was, yeah. Best decision of my adult life, I think!”
“Whatever you say, Scar.” With a pained groan, Grian slowly pushed himself up until he was sitting on the bed, everything between his legs sore and throbbing. He had a feeling the shower would probably sting as he washed the slick away. “How about you keep making good choices and join me in the shower? And then, since I am very nice, I guess I’ll let you sleep in my bed for the night, seeing as yours is a right mess.”
Scar shot up on the bed beside him, a bright smile making his cheeks dimple. “That sounds like the kind of good choices my counsellor wants me to make, yes! It’s very important to consider how your choices will affect the future, you know?”
Grian couldn’t help but shake his head as he giggled tiredly. A quick glance to the digital alarm clock on Scar’s bedside table showed him it was just past two in the morning. “I think your counsellor meant a bit further into the future than just making sure you won’t be miserable in the morning - but sure.”
When he looked back up, meeting Scar’s gaze - the man’s expression was soft. Tender. It still took Grian’s breath away, despite everything they’d just done together. “Scar?”
Scar’s smile twitched, and he blinked slowly, batting his eyelashes so deliberately that Grian felt his ears grow warm.
“Love you, G.”
Grian muffled his embarrassed squeak behind his palms, hiding behind his clammy fingers as he ducked his face down. “Scaaar,” he complained, but it was half-hearted at best. Scar seemed to know as he only responded by laughing at him.
“Aww, G! I just fisted you and you still get embarrassed by the smallest thing. So cute!”
To Scar, it might have been something small. Not a big deal, sure, whatever. Scar loved Grian! Obviously.
To Grian, however, that just made his heart pound faster, because - of course. It was obvious. The sky was blue, the grass was green, Scar loved him. And, also, “You’re dumb,” Grian mumbled into his own palms. “‘Course I love you too.”
When he dared to peek up between his fingers, face red as he took in Scar’s reaction—
A bright, blinding smile, like staring into the midday sun in July. Grian swore he could feel the sight imprint on his retinas, burning through him and making him breathless as it was both stunningly beautiful and distantly painful at the same time.
Scar just smiled at his dazed expression, leaning over to tug Grian off the bed and towards the bathroom on shaky legs. “I know,” Scar said, and that was that.
It was obvious, after all.