He kissed his way up P’s body, taking his time until he reached his neck. At his ear, he whispered:

“We set limits… but we missed one detail. Bottom — you or me?”

P wrapped his legs around Kyle’s waist and smiled.

“It’s your first time. Whatever you prefer.”

While Kyle hesitated, P kissed his way along Kyle’s neck, down to his shoulder, biting and leaving a mark.

“I want both,” Kyle said finally. “I want to feel you inside me — and I want to be inside you.”

P froze, stunned by the answer.

“Did I say something wrong?” Kyle pulled back, suddenly worried.

“No,” P said quickly. “I just didn’t expect that.”

He kissed Kyle again, tongues tangling. When they parted to breathe, P took Kyle’s fingers into his mouth, sucking deeply.

Once there was enough saliva, he released them and gestured for Kyle to continue.

Kyle understood. He guided his hand back down, circling slowly before pressing one finger inside.

P’s breathing hitched as Kyle began to move. Once he felt P relax around him, he added a second finger, slowing until P was comfortable.

Then Kyle picked up the pace again, curling his fingers slightly — finding a sensitive spot that made P lose his breath completely.

Kyle smiled and pressed there again.

“K-K-Kyle… another finger… I want you inside me, and you’re not exactly small.”

Kyle didn’t hesitate. He added the third finger.

This time, there was less resistance. He kept the same rhythm, deeper now.

P dug his nails into Kyle’s back, begging for more.

Kyle thrust his fingers one last time before pulling them out. He laced his fingers with P’s, pressed the tip of himself at P’s entrance, and began to push in slowly — watching carefully in case he needed to stop.

P squeezed Kyle’s hand and held his breath.

“Do you want me to stop?” Kyle asked softly.

“N-no… keep going.”

Kyle continued. When he was finally fully inside, he stopped, giving P time to adjust. He kissed him again, noticing the mask slipping slightly, adjusting it gently — something that visibly calmed P.

Between kisses, P gave him a small nod. Kyle started moving, slow at first, careful.

P squeezed his hand again, soft moans slipping out. Kyle increased the pace, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them.

Moans echoed through the room, mingling with uneven breaths. P’s hips began to move in response, back arching with pleasure.

Kyle searched again — and found that sensitive spot.

P gasped.

“K-Kyle… ahhh… again… more…”

Kyle stayed right there. P didn’t hold back, nails digging into Kyle’s back. Kyle kissed his neck again, then along his jawline — another place P reacted to instantly.

P’s moans grew louder, driving Kyle wild.

“P… it’s my first time,” Kyle admitted breathlessly. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Good,” P replied, barely coherent. “Because if you keep doing that… I won’t either…”

Kyle moved harder, deeper. P cried out — and with that sound, Kyle came inside him.

Feeling the heat spill within him, P followed moments later.