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Dean’s knees hurt.
His legs had gone numb from sitting on them for a while, little sizzling needles poked at his skin, the pressure on them apparent.
Dean sat on the wooden floor of the bedroom. Across from him, on the edge of the bed, was Parker, leaning forward on his knees.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, ok?” Parker gently said as he pulled a curl behind Dean’s ear.
Dean nodded. He knew. He doesn’t want to talk about it, he just wants to get this over with and put an end to Parker’s persistent begging.
“So..uh—“ he gulped. “Should—should we start?” Dean’s voice quivered towards the end. His nerves betrayed him, his nervousness apparent in the way he fidgeted, the way his eyes darted over.
It was not like Dean. He was confident, witty, sharp. That was until Parker asked him that godforsaken question.
“Can I top you?”
Dean had paused at the question. He..hadn’t wanted to in the beginning. He always topped or took the lead, and the thought of letting someone else be in that position, was nerve racking. Not alarmingly, but enough to say no.
He was..hesitant about the pain. When Parker was the one taking it the first time they did it, it took him a while to get used to it. Dean had been worried back then.
But, Parker kept asking—begging for weeks and months after. And he gave in.
“Yeah, yeah,” Parker nodded. He leaned in kissing Dean’s head. “Get up here.” He patted the spot next to him.
Dean nervously eyed it. He got up on shakily legs, hands trembling.
He sat down, and Parker immediately started getting undressed. He unbuttoned his dark-blue shirt, shrugging it off. He got to his jeans when Dean’s voice stopped him.
“Will it hurt?”
Parker looked up, his hands still at his jeans’ buttons.
Dean looked vulnerable.
“Uhm—A bit at first.” Parker lowered his hands from his buttons.
“Can you go slow?” His voice sounded low and sensitive. His eyes briefly trailed to the tent in Parker’s jeans.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Parker scooted over to him. “I’ll be gentle and—and slow. Incredibly slow.” He rubbed a hand up and down Dean’s thigh.
Parker kissed behind his ear, trailing soft pecks downward to his neck. He kissed along his throat, jaw. Nibbled along his collarbone.
“I’ll be gentle,” Parker murmured against his neck as he made Dean lie on his back.
“I’ll be gentle.”