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This bedroom was definitely bigger than the others they've stayed in this past month.
After weeks of cheap, sketchy motels they decided to splurge a bit on a nicer place in Paris, France. Of course, it wasn't anything close to the five star buildings flooded with tourists, but rather a cozy bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city. Nothing fancy, but still, nicer than anywhere they've been lately. More welcoming, too.
The B and B was an old, but nicely maintained, townhouse by a cinema. The building was empty, aside from Ryan and Naim, as no one else was staying there and the owners lived in another house.
They dropped what few bags they had to the floor when they arrived, shivering from the cold winter night they had just walked through.
"The city of love," Naim yawned, stretching across the large spring-mattress bed. "Any thoughts, Ryan?"
Ryan stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows across the room, a beautiful landscape of the Parisian 'skyline' ahead. A waxing gibbous moon shone above it all, peeking through the blanketed clouds. It was pretty, to say the least. He exhaled.
"It's alright."
Naim scoffed. "Just alright?"
"Well I can't see much of it when it's so dark, can I, Naim?"
"Hey." Naim rose from the bed, a playful smile showing on his face. "Don't talk to me like that, Whelan."
"Oh yeah?" Ryan swallowed. It was too difficult not to pounce at Naim when they joked around like that. "Or what?"
Slowly, Naim stepped toward Ryan, a jovial grin on his lips and hunger in his eyes. He backed Ryan to the window, his back pressed against the glass, almost arching. He caught a whiff of Naim's sweet, honeyed fig-like scent. How did he smell so good still, after such burdensome travel? Why does it turn Ryan on so goddamn much?
"You act like such a brat sometimes."
Ryan hummed. "Je suis désolé."
"You know French now, do you?"
"Like, three things."
"Really?" Naim slid his hands up Ryan's torso, up his shoulders and resting them loosely around his neck. "What's the second thing?"
Ryan thought for a moment. "Umm.. voulez-vouz coucher avec moi?"
"Jesus, I thought you'd never ask."
With permission acquired, Ryan lifted Naim up by his legs, resulting in the most beautiful giggle to be let out from Naim's mouth. With ease, Ryan carried Naim back to the bed where they both fell, exploding in a cascade of kisses.
Naim immediately went for Ryan's hair, raking his fingers in the soft sunshine-colored curls. Gently, he tugged a bit, causing a moan to escape Ryan's lips into Naim's mouth.
Naim was the more vocal one of the two, so it was a rare treat when he got Ryan to do the same. He didn't know when he got hard, he probably had a boner before they got there, but it was pressing against his jeans regardless, making him whine and fidget.
Ryan noticed this. In between the wet kisses, the soft hums and the roaming hands, he found himself palming Naim.
A breathless "Ryan." was all he could say.
He thought back their "first time" on the bus. Despite no penetration being involved, that moment was their first. First of many.
Ryan was no stranger to doing it all for Naim. They marked their territory on the beds of each motel room they stayed in, blow jobs, hand jobs, dry humping, a finger or two inside Naim. Ryan had done it all, and he was happy. Satisfied. He was able to come, sometimes without touching himself.
It was the act. The sight. Naim, mouth slightly agape, head back and eyes closed, making all those delicious sounds he could never get sick of, just as it was now.
Now, though, it was so much better. They could be even louder.
Naim's jeans were quickly unzipped, open just enough for Ryan's hand to fit through as he continued to kiss the brunette down his neck and across his collarbone. They dared not completely remove any articles of clothing, not yet, as it was much too cold, and Ryan found it to be so much hotter to keep clothes on.
He would never admit this to Naim, but he's had the urge to lick some of the cum out of his pants before. In front of him.
Maybe Naim would find it hot.
Ryan took his time, tracing a finger down the length of Naim's cock before taking it in his hand, using his thumb to rub circles on his tip as beads of pre-cum began to emerge.
"Oh, Ryan. Ryan please."
Ryan's eyes went from Naim's cock back to Naim's face.
"Tell me what to do, baby."
"Just, ah, stroke it a little. Please."
Ryan obeyed, moving his hand down Naim's cock, feeling wetness between his own legs at the sight.
As soon as he did so, a proper moan was let out by Naim, followed by the tightening of his grip on Ryan's hair. It hurt. He loved it.
"Fuck." Naim gasped. Ryan began to pick up the pace, bringing his other hand to Naim's mouth, his pointer finger brushing against his lips. Without hesitation, Naim's lips parted, and took Ryans fingers inside, forcing his mouth open and his blissful moans to be all the more audible.
Naim opened his eyes a little, making contact with Ryan. They were both the most beautiful thing the other had ever seen.
It was becoming unbearable now. Ryan stopped stroking and removed his fingers from Naim's mouth.
"Naim?"
Naim felt a little alarmed. "Yeah? I-Is something wrong?"
"No, no.. I just. I wanna try something."
Naim tilted his head.
It wasn't often, since the night before they left, that Ryan looked ashamed, or even nervous. But now was one of those times.
"I want you to.. um. Finger me."
"Oh. Are you sure?"
Naim only asked because he knew it was somewhat a sensitive topic. Ryan wouldn't really talk about being trans that much, not that it bothered Naim in the slightest. He loved every inch of his boy, even the parts he felt too scared to show off.
It was true, Ryan was slightly insecure. It was part of what fueled his forced personality, he felt he had to make up for what he lacked in 'manliness.' He worked out to exhaustion, he voice trained, he went through the laborious process of doing hormone therapy on his own.
Now, after a while of thinking and trusting and loving, he was ready to try something new. To really let Naim see him.
"I'm sure, Naim. I really... really want this."
Naim smiled. "You're so fucking amazing."
"Oh, shut up."
They kissed each other once more, this time Naim adjusted himself beside Ryan to face him better, cautiously sliding his hand to the source of his wetness.
Starting with two fingers, Naim gently pushed his middle and ring finger inside. Obviously, he had never done this before, and despite being the bossy one, he was more than open to being ordered around this time.
"Oh, fuck, Naim."
"Is it too much?"
"No, no.. it's good. I.." he panted, "I promise."
Shortly after, they were touching the other in sync with one another. For every up-down stroke of Naim's cock meant another in-out push inside Ryan. The air was filthy, hot, passionate and full of love.
Ryan's eyes began to gloss over, his ears and cheeks a shade of pink, his breathing feverish and winded. If Naim was standing, he would feel weak in the knees and nearly fall over, so tantalized by the sight of Ryan beside him, almost at his mercy, his heart thumping in his chest.
He began to lick and nibble at the lobe of Ryan's ear, a habit he knew drove him crazy.
Still at a slow pace, they continued to pleasure each other, their faces and bodies so close they thought they would combine into one. Sweat mixed with saliva mixed with pre-cum.
In a swift move, Ryan was now on top of Naim, straddling him. He yanked the brunettes jeans and pants completely off, exposing his hard and leaking cock.
Fuck, Naim was so perfect. Ryan couldn't help but kiss and nip his thighs.
His own pants came off in a hurry, too, revealing his prominent clit curtained by pubes— his bottom growth. It was at least a third of the size of Naim's own cock. And it was soaking wet.
Inching forward, Ryan was able to press his t-dick onto the base of Naim's cock, the feeling of the soft and slickness making his head snap back and a shudder jolt through his spine.
"Oh my god." Naim murmured. "Do that again."
Ryan braced himself, tensing the muscles in his arms to keep himself steady, before rubbing his t-dick up and down the length of Naim's cock, releasing low whimpers as each stroke added to the build up of his orgasm.
It was wordless mumbles now, endless praise and declarations of pleasure as they went in for more sloppy kisses, Ryan almost purring into the steamy atmosphere.
"Naim.." Ryan whined, lips brushing Naim's.
"Ryan, its— I-I'm going to.."
Electricity and fire, an aggressively powerful burst of energy shot through the two boys as they gasped and moaned each other's names continuously through their orgasms.
Small globs of cum spurted from the tip of Naim's cock, coating both it and Ryan's in its cloudy white color.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck..." Ryan sobbed, rushing to rub himself vigorously, to the point of overstimulation. Dull heat pulsing from throughout his clit.
Nothing he had ever felt before could compare to now. Looking at Naim sitting up, the tip of his half-hard dick lightly touching Ryan's bottom growth, both of them covered in sweat. It felt near poetic. It was heavenly.
"Shit." Naim panted. "That was.."
Ryan smiled, also out of breath. "Yeah?"
"I don't know what to say, I.."
"Don't say anything."
A tender, delicate kiss shared between them, hands caressing each other's backs. Fluttering rhythms in their chests.
When they parted, they shifted around the bed to lay beside each other, Naim's head near Ryan's shoulder. A perfect view of the window in front of them, they could see the whole world and beyond.
Naim broke the silence first.
"Ryan?"
"Hmm?"
"What's the third thing you know in French?"
Ryan chuckled. "It's actually sort of fitting right now. La petite mort."
"What's it mean?"
"It's a euphemism for orgasm. In English, I think it translates to.. the little death."
"Huh. Very fitting. For us, anyway."
"Yeah...." Ryan gave Naim a soft kiss on the top of his head. "Oh, shit! There is one more thing I know in French."
"Mmm?"
"...Je t'aime."