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Alan wraps his hands around Ian’s eyes. Ian chuckles quietly and grabs Alan’s hands “What are you doing, Al?” Ian asks
Alan grins mischievously, his hands still covering Ian's eyes "You’ll see…~” Alan says as he moves forward, causing Ian to move as well
“Where are you taking me?” Ian asks, curiously. Alan leads Ian to their bedroom, a playful smirk on his lips.
"It's a surprise, Ian. You'll like it though," Alan assures him, finally stopping. "Okay, open your eyes." Alan removes his hands dramatically.
Ian eyes open, he looks around, seeing lit candles and rose petals on the floor and bed. Ian turns around “What is all this for?” Ian asks
Alan grins shyly, running a hand through his hair. "Happy Valentine’s Day?" He laughs softly.
He watches Ian walk around the room, taking in the scene. "You like it?" Alan asks quietly, hoping Ian isn't creeped out by the romantic gesture.
“I…love it~” Ian whispers
He smiles widely, stepping closer to Ian. "I'm glad. You deserve to be spoiled," Alan says. Alan gently grabs Ian by the collar of his shirt, pinning him to the bed as he kisses his neck and jaw.
“Al…~” Ian whispers, his voice warm and soft. Alan ignores the whisper, continuing to trail kisses down Ian's neck and collarbone, his hands slowly unbuttoning Ian's shirt. "Shh," Alan whispers back, his voice muffled against Ian's skin.
As the shirt falls open, Alan runs his hands up Ian's chest, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He breaks away only to remove Ian's shirt completely, tossing it aside. He then moves back to kissing Ian's chest, his fingers working on Ian's belt.
Once Ian's belt is undone, Alan pulls away, standing up straight and beginning to unbutton his own shirt slowly. Ian reaches up and gently fondles Alan’s chest
He allows Ian to touch him briefly before pushing his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his chest and stomach. He then works on removing his pants, kicking them off.
Once he's fully undressed, Alan crawls back onto the bed, settling between Ian's legs and wrapping his arms around him. Ian feels Alan’s chest and stomach hair against his chest, he squirms slightly under Alan “You’re so prickle~” Ian whispers
Alan chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of Ian's neck. "Sorry about that," he murmurs, his hands starting to roam Ian's body. "I got a bit lazy with shaving." He presses a soft kiss to Ian's neck. "I love you, Ian."
“I love you too” Ian whispers sweetly. Alan smiles against Ian's skin, his heart swelling with affection. He holds Ian close, feeling content and happy. "Good," He says softly, before kissing Ian's neck. Alan grabs Ian’s pants and smoothly slides them off
With both fully undressed now, Alan runs his hands down Ian's sides "Comfortable?" He asks softly. Alan gently grabs Ian’s legs and pulls them over his shoulders. Ian nods and grabs the lube, handing it Alan.
Alan takes the lube with a smile, opening it and squirting some onto his fingers. He brings his hand down, slowly inserting one finger into Ian, going slowly to allow Ian to adjust. "Relax, love~" He murmurs, kissing Ian's jaw.
He slowly adds another finger, scissoring them inside Ian to prepare him. Alan can feel Ian tensing slightly, so he pauses and kisses Ian deeply, trying to distract him. "Look at me," He whispers against Ian's lips. "You're doing so well~"
Ian smiles softly, feeling all fuzzy inside. With Ian more relaxed, Alan adds a third finger, curling them to hit Ian's prostate. He smiles as he hears Ian's soft moan. He continues to finger Ian slowly, preparing him. After a few moments, he removes his fingers and lines himself up with Ian's hole. "Ready?"
“Yes please” Ian begs. Alan slowly pushes forward, feeling Ian's tight heat enveloping him inch by inch. He groans softly, savoring the sensation. Once fully inside, he pauses, leaning down to capture Ian's lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Ian pulls back. his mouth parted slightly “God you feel amazing~” Ian says, shutting his eyes
Alan grins at Ian's words, slowly rolling his hips to start moving inside him. "You feel incredible too," he murmurs, his breath tickling Ian's ear. He drapes Ian's legs over his elbows, tilting his hips to penetrate deeper with each thrust.
He finds his rhythm, hitting Ian's prostate with every thrust. Alan maintains eye contact, watching Ian's expressions of pleasure. He leans down to kiss Ian passionately whenever their faces are aligned.
Alan wraps his arms around Ian's thighs, pulling them closer to his chest. He pounds into Ian harder and faster, grunting with each deep thrust. "You like that?" He grunts, his face contorted with pleasure. “Mhm~” Ian moans
Alan growls possessively, his hands tightening around Ian's thighs as he continues to pound into him. He can feel Ian tensing around him, getting closer. He reaches down to wrap his hand around Ian's length, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Ian whimpers loudly, bucking his hips. "Al..." He whines softly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Alan watches his stomach muscles contract with each thrust, his eyes fixed on Ian's body. He spreads Ian's legs wider, going deeper.
Alan's thrusts become erratic as he gets closer, his grip on Ian's thighs tightening. "I'm close," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. He leans down to bite at Ian's neck, marking him.
Ian lets out a loud moan, his head rolled back, his hair disheveled. The sight of Ian completely lost in pleasure sends Alan over the edge.
He thrusts deep one last time, coming hard. His hand tightens around Ian's length, stroking him firmly until Ian follows soon after. "Fuck, Ian..." He breathes out, collapsing slightly onto Ian's chest.
He gently eases out of Ian, his chest heaving with post-orgasm aftershocks. He moves to collapse properly beside Ian, pulling him close and kissing his sweaty forehead. "You okay, love?" His voice is soft and tender, fingers already stroking through Ian's hair.
“Yea…” Ian whispers, his voice hoarse. Alan smiles softly, continuing to run his fingers through Ian's damp hair. "Good... You were amazing," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Ian's temple. He shifts slightly, draping an arm around Ian's waist and pulling him even closer, their bodies molding together perfectly.
Both of their breathing slowly returns to normal as they holds lay close, savoring the feeling of their sweat-slicked skin pressing together.