It was as if a switch had been flipped. Strong lustful feelings Misha didn't know he possessed washed over him like a tidal wave, and he lost his sense of reason. His body acted on its own, and he couldn't resist rocking his hips, pressing his lower half against Gabriel's. A grunt of half-excitement, half-pain escaped him, and the movement of his hips became more erratic. Meanwhile, his hands slid underneath his shirt to lift it, while his lips were, once again, sealed against Gabriel's. Misha couldn't get enough of kissing him, and excitement was burning him up from the inside out. Gabriel's lips were soft, and he could taste a light, bitter flavor of dark coffee. Unlike him, Gabriel couldn't take a nap while driving and had to keep himself awake. Caffeine was the way to go. And so, their first kiss had the taste of coffee.
"Misha," Gabriel panted, "calm down. We need to get ready and go eat something before the restaurant closes. We don't have–"
Misha wasn't having it, and he pressed his mouth against Gabriel's to shut him up. He grunted between two kisses:
"Are you seriously expecting me to go out in this state?"
To add weight to his point, Misha purposely pushed his rock-hard member against Gabriel's, grinding against it harder than before. It earned him a muffled moan that sent a shockwave throughout his body. That soft sound…! Even an icy-cold shower would do nothing to help now. He had Gabriel lying beneath him, so how could he calm down? Especially since he had no reason to hold back anymore and could finally let go of his restraints. He had reigned in his desires for far too many years, and they were about to explode.
"Did you genuinely think I'd be able to keep my composure after you kissed me? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this, and how hard it was to hold myself back all these years?"
Even though he asked, Misha didn't allow Gabriel to answer and pressed his lips against his after saying his piece. He knew he was being clumsy, but he nevertheless entangled his tongue with Gabriel's. He wanted to explore his mouth in its entirety, so he caressed all he could with the tip of his tongue, be it his teeth, the inside of his cheeks, or the roof of his mouth. When his tongue did brush against his palate, near his front teeth, he felt Gabriel tremble under him. Was it an erogenous zone…? Misha wanted to make sure, so he tried to stroke that area again, but before he could, Gabriel pushed Misha up with his hips and inverted their position. It was his turn to lie on the hard floor under Gabriel.
"Misha, calm down," Gabriel repeated softly. "I can't breathe."
That was when Misha realized Gabriel was panting heavily. Saliva smeared his lips, and his cheeks were slightly red, whereas his shirt had been lifted a little above his nipples, allowing Misha to catch a glimpse of his chest, which was noticeably expanding and deflating with every breath. Suddenly, Misha didn't know where to look and could only avert his eyes.
"S-sorry," Misha muttered. "I'll go clear my head."
"It's alright," Gabriel soothed him with a kiss on his forehead, keeping him trapped under him. "I'm not against it: I only want you to take things slowly. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Also, I noticed a vending machine downstairs, so we can always grab something to eat there later. I just thought that you might want to eat at the restaurant instead of filling your stomach with processed food items."
"Right now, I'd rather just eat you."
Gabriel felt his mouth twitch. This little…
"Where did you learn to say that kind of stuff? No, wait. Don't tell me."
There was only one person in their entourage who spoke like that, and Gabriel didn't want to bring him up, not in their current position. Although he might have to, considering they would need the contents of the backpack at some point.
"Then, should we move to the bed…?" Misha carefully asked, eying the king-size bed a few steps away from where they had fallen. Still uncertain, he didn't dare openly stare at Gabriel and peered at him instead. The pleading look dwelling in his eyes screamed that he didn't want to stop now. No, he needed more. And no matter how level-headed Gabriel tried to present himself, Misha knew he was also excited. The bulge in his pants couldn't lie.
"That's a good starting point," Gabriel chuckled. "Let's move to bed."
That said, Gabriel stood up and offered his hand to help pull Misha up, which he gladly accepted. A moment later, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, while Gabriel was still standing on his feet but was bent over with his hands on the mattress, each beside a thigh. It allowed Gabriel to tower over Misha while being in close proximity. Because his shirt was tight and he hadn't pulled it back down, it offered a prime view of his perky nipples, making Misha gulp. It wasn't the first time he had seen Gabriel topless, yet he felt a deep sense of thirst as he peeked at his chest today. It was an odd feeling he couldn't quite describe. Maybe because he knew he didn't have to douse his desire anymore, making him let his lust get the better of him. It was hard to say. All he knew was that he wanted to pinch, lick, and bite those nipples.
"First off," Gabriel started, startling Misha, who felt like a kid who had been caught red-handed. He quickly lifted his gaze to meet Gabriel's. "I need to know something."
"W-what?"
"What role do you want to take?"
"Uh?"
The incredulous look on Misha's face elicited a sigh from Gabriel. He refrained from saying something akin to 'I knew it' and instead asked, "Do you want to be on the receiving end or give head?"
The moment the question left Gabriel's lips, Misha's cheeks flushed a bright red. He suddenly fidgeted, opened his mouth, and closed it without uttering a word. The question, although necessary, was embarrassing for some reason, and he wasn't sure how to answer. However, Gabriel patiently waited. Eventually, Misha lowered his head and mumbled:
"I'm not sure, but I think I'd like to top…?" Misha fumbled to find his words, and he quickly added, "But if you don't want to, I guess I can try to bottom? I just really want us to… You know?"
"Make love?" Gabriel completed Misha's sentence with a doting smile, earning him a nod. He bent over a little more to whisper in Misha's ear, his voice low and somewhat alluring, "To be honest, I'd also rather top, but it's your birthday, so let's try to do it the way you want. And I guess I quite like the idea of taking your virginity from both sides."
It was the first time Gabriel was so frank with his desire to make him sexually his, and Misha didn't know how to react. It made his heart skip a beat, then it started beating frantically, and he seemed to have forgotten how to speak. So, he wasn't the only one who wanted to engage in bed activities? Gabriel had always kept a straight face whenever these matters were brought up, and they usually avoided discussing them, thanks to Misha's physical age that had put Gabriel ill at ease for a long time. As such, Misha didn't know, and he had even been nervous at the thought that, maybe, Gabriel didn't desire him as much as he wanted him. But hearing his voice filled with repressed desire, he could now tell how wrong he had been. Gabriel wanted him.
"But not today."
These words were like a cold bucket of water poured over his head, and Misha couldn't help but whine. Why couldn't they do it tonight when he was so excited that he felt like he was about to burst?!
"Why?!"
"Because the one on the receiving end needs to do some preparation. That is, if you want the experience to be agreeable for both of us, and avoid some accidents. Sex between men isn't as easy as putting it in and voila, even more so when it's your first time. Or did you think it was because of some adult films you watched? Hm?"
Misha turned his head, appearing as guilty as charged. It seemed to go in so easily in the videos, but movies were movies and rarely depicted reality with accuracy. Especially adult films that were targeted at people's fantasies. Right, they might not have been the best study material out there.
"What do we do about that, then?" Misha pouted, pointing at their fully erect members still trapped in their pants. "It hurts."
"There are many other ways to please your partner than by putting it in," Gabriel laughed softly before teasingly biting Misha's ear, making him suck in a deep breath. "For example, I can either use my hand or my mouth, or you can trust it between my thighs. What would you like? Like I said, it's your birthday, so I'll go along with everything you want this weekend. But be warned that I'll return the favor on my birthday."
A proactive Gabriel was bad for Misha's heart. He felt his throat turn dry as various images popped up into his mind. Unsure whether he wanted to take his time or quickly relieve himself, Misha first licked his lips before eventually demanding in a hoarse voice:
"Then, can you lie on the bed? On your back? I want to, well, I want to touch you to my heart's content. Would that be alright…?"
"You were so aggressive a moment ago, and now, you're as shy as a kitten," Gabriel chuckled as he kissed Misha's temple. "Don't worry. If you do something I'm not at ease with, I'll tell you. So, don't be timid."
Somehow, Misha felt that, although he was the one allowed to caress and fondle the other, he was still being pampered and taken care of. It was an odd feeling. But deep down, he knew Gabriel would always go along with what he wanted and prioritize his desires over his own. He wasn't sure what to think of that. For now, however, he'd need to watch over his reaction and slowly figure out what he liked and what he didn't: the same could be applied to him, for he had no experience and didn't know what he found or didn't find pleasurable. Some erogenous zones were obvious, while others weren't. He had an inkling of what he might or might not like, but nothing more.
Well, there was no need to rush, as Gabriel said. They could take their time discovering each other's bodies, and so they would.