●Winter●

''Looking at you makes me want to do two things."

●Seth●

''Of all partners, I get you instead.''

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sʜᴏʀᴛ sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛ: 

''You know,'' Winter said, dragging a finger down Seth's stomach. ''If you do this right, it's not supposed to hurt. It should feel like this,'' he rolled his hips, earning a sharp gasp from the man under. ''All you have to do is relax and welcome it in.''

Seth shivered from the light touch, flushing a beet red from embarrassment and a bit from self-loathing. He could hardly hear the words being said as he lay naked, spread, and vulnerable.

Winter's body hovered over his, his knees pushing Seth's legs further apart. They'd barely started and Seth could already feel a burn between his thighs, a deep ache he'd never felt before. He couldn't imagine what would happen if Winter tried to do more than rub against him.

He wanted to protest the position he was in, but at the same time, the look in Winter's eyes kept him silent. His eyes were a swirling mass of gray, a storm of emotions he'd never seen in him before. 

He swallowed, thinking that just a few days ago, he never thought a man could have sex with another man. And yet, here he was, in this predicament.

Winter grinned. ''No words, huh?''

"Fuck...!" Seth breathed, the you choked in his throat. His voice had come out thick and raspy, not the way he wanted. He couldn't seem to get a hold of himself long enough to prepare for anything, and he hated it. 

Winter shifted again, dipping down to press a kiss against Seth's stomach. The sensation sent sparks running up his spine, melting the rest of the strength from his limbs. Winter's grin widened with satisfaction. "With pleasure."