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Jude and Erling had spent the past few days thinking about it.
Sex.
It sounded good, right? Who didn't like sex? But between guys it was different, wasn't it? It had to be. So when things started heating up fast after a lascivious kiss where a strand of spit stretched between them as they pulled apart, descending erotically down Jude's lips, Erling couldn't help but lose his mind. He kissed that trail of spit, but then he went lower, to Jude's neck, sucking hard at the hollow of his collarbone, following his anatomy with short kisses and deep licks. His tongue traced Jude's jugular, and Jude's body seemed to stop responding at times, unsure of how far they'd gone. When their clothes started getting in the way, both of them in just boxers, they pressed against each other, their erections rubbing through the fabric. There wasn't a huge difference in size.
Jude was cautious at first, keeping his hands on the tall man's shoulders. But as he noticed Erling's boldness, he slowly slid his hands down his arms, his fingers pressing into his biceps, squeezing until the pale skin slowly turned pink, leaving marks from his fingers. That drove him crazy. No one would know those fingers were his, but everyone would know that Erling Haaland belonged to someone. And that someone was him.
Moans escaped his mouth. The heat radiating from their bodies was suffocating. Jude couldn't take it anymore, and guided by the beautiful line of Erling's hip, he reached down toward his erection. But at the slight tensing from the taller man, he decided to pull back with class, the way only he could, touching himself through his boxers instead.
"Don't do that," Erling said, his voice serious and rough.
"Okay, relax. I won't touch anything without your permission if it makes you uncomfortable."
"That's not what I mean. Touch me. Don't ask for permission. The moment I asked you to continue, I was already yours, and you can do whatever you want with me… I love you."
He wasn't sure if he was talking about their sexual encounter or their current relationship, but in that moment, it didn't matter.
Jude pulled both their erections out of Erling's boxers, and the contrast in color made him let out a stupid little laugh.
"Don't even say what you're thinking," Erling warned.
Jude conceded, not wanting to kill the mood. He tried to jerk them both off at the same time, but it was difficult and not very pleasurable.
Erling took control of the situation. He shoved Jude onto the bed, stripped off his boxers, and lifted his leg, kissing the back of it while looking him directly in the eyes as he descended. Jude wanted to cover his face or look away, but he wasn't about to let Erling be the cool one in this relationship.
A short, direct kiss to the tip of Jude's cock sent an arch of pleasure through his back. Erling took the whole length into his mouth in one go, but it was too rough at first, and it started to hurt.
"Hey, baby, slow down," Jude suggested, lifting his chin to meet Erling's eyes, his cock still in the other man's mouth, making everything even more erotic. "Try not to let your teeth scrape."
Erling just nodded and continued his task, letting out small gasps of pleasure as he watched Jude squirm and instinctively try to close his legs. The knot in his stomach was overwhelming.
"I can't anymore, I'm going to come," Jude tried, with little success, to push Erling away. When the inevitable happened, semen spilled out, and Erling swallowed it without difficulty.
Jude was stunned after the tremendous orgasm he'd just experienced. Once he'd recovered a bit, he thought about what had happened.
"You said this was your first time with a guy?" Erling nodded. "How did it not gross you out?"
"It's you. Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he said, raising his arms. "Besides, I wanted to try it. And I was curious about what it would taste like. And… congratulations to the chef."
He added, amused.
"Now kneel," Jude said seriously. "I'm going to jerk off watching your pretty face looking up at me from down there. And when I'm about to come, you'll let my semen spill all over you."
Jude, who usually never listened to the older man's requests, this time listened without a word and obeyed.
The image was truly erotic: a giant Viking touching himself frantically while watching a dark haired man kneeling, holding himself up slightly by gripping his legs, looking up at him with eyes full of lust, not blinking.
"Fuck, Vicky, you're so pretty."
He spoke just before finishing, painting the younger man's face and chest. Jude used the tip of his finger to wipe off some of the fluid and sucked his finger, looking directly into the blond's eyes, who swallowed hard.
"It tastes bitter," he said simply.
Erling just went to the nightstand and brought back wipes, gently cleaning Jude's body.
Both of them were still very hard, but there was a question lingering, and someone had to ask the awkward question. And Erling wasn't exactly the most patient or tactful of the two.
"Who's on top and who's on bottom?" he said directly.
Jude choked on his own saliva.
"Could you be less beastly and have a little shame?"
"I'm too desperate to have you. Shame can go to hell."
Jude felt the same way, but he didn't know what to say. He'd thought about it a lot and couldn't find the right answer.
"We could be both," Brauty finally spoke. "I've been reading about it, and it's possible. I want to experience everything with you. It's a little scary, but if it's by your side, everything will be fine."
"Baby, thank you for thinking about this so much. I love you," Erling spoke, caught between lust and the warmth flooding his heart at the taller man's beautiful words.
"God, Vicky, come here," he pulled him in and hugged him like his life depended on it. "I love you too."
"This time I want to feel you," Jude said. He'd thought it through carefully, and he wanted Brauty inside him, wanted to be his in the most vulnerable way.
And without another word, they went back to hot kisses, full of pleasure, small gasps escaping from both of them.
"I'll try to be gentle."
They both lay on the bed with devotion to each other. Erling pulled down Jude's underwear, and the other man did the same. He took the dark haired man's length as he lay on the bed and started moving with skill. Reaching over him, he stretched his arm toward the nightstand, where Jude hadn't noticed there was lube and condoms.
"Prepared man," Brauty smirked mischievously. He applied a generous amount of lubricant and continued jerking the younger man off. The lube provided slickness and heightened the lasciviousness of the moment, the wet sounds of friction filling the air.
Before letting him finish, the blond decided to stop. At Jude's annoyed look, Erling just smirked and explained he was going to start stretching him.
"How do you know about this?" Jude asked, genuinely curious.
"Did my homework," Erling grinned, tongue poking out. For his part, Jude said nothing. He'd already prepped for this, knowing exactly where things were heading. But he'd die before admitting that out loud. The mortification was still too fresh.
Brauty applied a generous amount of lube and slowly worked one finger in.
"Relax, love," he murmured, and that single word melted Jude completely, a gasp escaping his lips. Two fingers soon followed, finding that spot almost immediately, making Jude arch off the bed, eyes rolling back with a breathless "right there." Erling took that as a challenge, pounding into that spot without mercy, both of them groaning low and rough, the sounds constant and filthy.
"I can't, I can't take it anymore," Jude gasped, desperate. "Just get in."
Erling didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out, rolled on a condom, and pushed. The first attempt didn't give, and Erling, terrified of hurting him, started to pull back.
"Don't you fucking dare," Jude bit out, voice strained but commanding. "Just, let me get used to it."
And slowly, carefully, it did.
It hurt. Christ, it hurt like hell. But it was also so fucking good. The heat pooling in his gut, the raw hunger, it was the best painkiller Jude had ever known. And Erling, fighting against the impossible tightness, was barely holding on.
When he finally sank in completely, he started moving, harder now, hitting Jude's prostate with every thrust, the wet slap of their sweating bodies loud and primal in the quiet room. Jude lost count of how many times he came. Erling had swapped condoms a couple of times, and in between, he sucked and bit and left marks all over Jude's skin while Jude clawed at him, scratching whatever he could reach. He'd made it his personal mission to mark the Viking. To claim him. To make sure everyone knew Erling Haaland was his, just as much as he was Erling's.
After a long, brutal, filthy session, they collapsed side by side, completely spent. They looked at each other, soft smiles breaking through the exhaustion, and Jude finally whispered:
"Hug?"
"God, yes."
Brauty pulled him close, and Vicky melted into him, both of them too worn out to do anything but fall asleep tangled together after the most intense first time either of them could have imagined.