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TITLE: First Time for Everything
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for perdiccas for the Heroes_Exchange
SUMMARY: Takes place during Villians. Gabriel's first time. Oral sex, anal play, sex...Elle likes to teach Gabriel all the fun stuff.
There’s peach pie on the floor, but the inhabitants of the apartment could care less. Gabriel is sitting in his chair with Elle perched in his lap. When he moves, the plastic shifts and squeaks, but he’s so focused on her he can’t even hear it. Elle’s perky little breasts are eye level with him, and he can see her nipples straining against the fabric of her white lace bra. He touches her lightly with trembling fingers, and Elle giggles and grasps his wrists, encouraging him to cup her breasts in his hands.
“You can touch me,” she says, even as she wonders if Noah is watching them. She decides she doesn’t care; maybe he can learn something. “Kiss me.”
He kisses her, just a brush of lips against hers until Elle wraps her hand around the back of his neck and looks him in the eyes. “Really kiss me,” she orders, and when she presses her lips against his this time, she opens her mouth. Gabriel shoves his tongue at her, tries to think of things he read or seen in movies and brushes the tip of his tongue across the roof of her mouth. Elle shoves him away and he manages a feeble smile.
“Stop trying so hard,” Elle says, discretely wiping the back of her hand across her lips. Gabriel swallows and nods, reaches out and touches a lock of Elle’s hair, carefully tucking the blond strands behind her ear.
“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the theatre?” he queries, brow furrowed as he lets his fingers trace across her cheek. His thumb brushes over her lips and she smiles at him.
“I’d rather stay in,” she says, and while Gabriel knows he’s no Casanova, he knows what she’s saying. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see his twin bed, covered with the quilt his mother made him five years ago for his birthday. It all feels like not enough, not what Elle deserves.
Elle’s already climbing off his lap, taking his hand and pulling him to the bed. He feels a twinge of guilt as he stands up and follows her, smoothing out the wrinkles in his sweater as he walks behind her. This isn’t how things were supposed to go, he knows. It’s been awhile since the lesson was drilled into his head, but he knows the order these things are supposed to go in. There’s supposed to be a wedding first, and he can’t help but picture Elle in a white dress, her hair curled around her pretty face. He knows his mother wouldn’t approve, but Elle is right here and so tempting…
Elle clears her throat and he focuses on her, watching as she reaches for the hem of his sweater and tugs it over his head. She unbuttons his dress shirt, one button at a time, and giggles when she sees that under his dress shirt is still an undershirt. She helps him tug the dress shirt over his shoulders, then yanks the white cotton t-shirt over his head.
“So much better,” she coos, running her fingers through his chest hair and scratching his chest. Gabriel feels like a clock wound too tightly, like every touch of her fingers is a twist of the gears, and Elle just keeps twisting until he’s going to explode.
She pushes him down on the bed and Gabriel is helpless to resist. She climbs into his lap and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, spilling her breasts into his waiting hands. He rubs her nipples and Elle tries for a moan of pleasure, but his nimble watchmaker fingers are first too hesitant and then too rough with her. Elle finally cups her hands over Gabriel’s bigger ones and moves his hands from her breasts to the waistband of her pants as she stands up. He takes the hint and opens the buttons, carefully hooking his fingers around the material of her pants and tugging them down. Elle helps, kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants. She’s standing in front of him in just white bikini cut cotton panties, and Gabriel’s mouth is so dry he can barely swallow.
He reaches for her automatically, long graceful fingers rubbing between her legs, pressing the cotton into her pussy, trying to touch her how he thinks she wants it. Elle whimpers a little and slides her legs apart, encouraging him. He grins, emboldened, and presses a little harder, until Elle’s whimpers turn into a low moan and the cotton under his hands grows damp. Suddenly, she pushes him to the bed, clawing at his carefully pressed pants until his belt is open in her hand and then she’s unzipping and yanking. His pants tangle in his sensible brown leather shoes, and Elle growls her frustration as she chucks a shoe across the room. It hits a row of books with a dull thud and lands upside down on the floor. The air in the room is tense, suddenly, broken only when Gabriel chuckles. Elle’s lips quirk into a grin, and she reaches for his underwear.
“Wait,” Gabriel stammers and Elle stares down at him, her cheeks flushed. “We…are we…I don’t have anything,” he finally gasps out. Elle’s eyes widen in surprise; she’d known he was inexperienced but didn’t all men carry condoms with them? Wasn’t there supposed to be one tucked into his wallet, or maybe a box of them in his bedside table?
Probably his bedside table is filled with books.
“It’s your lucky day,” Elle murmurs, removing her fingers from the elastic of his underwear. Naked save for her panties, she pads into the kitchen, pulling a condom out of her own purse. Trusting men had never worked out all that well for her before; she’d learned her lesson long ago.
When she returns to him, he’s got his shirt clutched over his lap. Elle can see the tent in the shirt, and it makes her squirm inside. She smiles as charmingly as she can, and Gabriel gives her an answering grin. She slides off her panties, wiggling her hips enticingly as she shimmies out of them. Gabriel’s eyes are drawn down her body, following the curve of her breasts, her hips, to the curls between her legs that are glistening with her juices.
Gabriel swallows and opens his mouth. He wants to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, that she’s his angel, that he’ll do anything he can to make her happy for the rest of her life if she’ll just stay with him…that if she stays with him, maybe that will be enough to quell the hunger gnawing inside of him.
Instead he reaches for her, pulls her onto his lap. She rocks her hips, nestling his cock along her slit, teasing him through his underwear. She shimmies against him, and watches his cheeks turn red. He’s clutching her breasts, loving the way her nipples harden under his touch. Elle’s eyes are closed, and she looks blissfully happy, writhing on his lap and grinding against his cock.
It’s too much for him and he comes before he even feels his balls tighten; there’s no warning at all, just soaked underwear and Elle’s surprised face.
“I’m sorry,” he pants out, shoving her off his lap and reaching for his pants. He’s trying to struggle into them, so embarrassed he can hardly see, when Elle grabs at his arm.
“It’s kind of flattering,” she laughs, then yanks his underwear down and sinks to her knees in one graceful move. She swipes her tongue over his softening cock, collecting the remnants of his come on her tongue. It’s so hot that Gabriel can’t think, caught between his awful embarrassment and arousal like he’s never experienced before. She sucks his soft cock between her lips, and even limp, her mouth feels so good Gabriel can only clutch at her head and gasp, words beyond him.
Elle pulls back long enough to wet one of her fingers with her spit, soaking the digit before going back to her task, her tongue tracing along the vein of his cock. Gabriel’s legs are shaking and Elle takes advantage of his obvious distraction, and nestles the tip of her finger between his ass cheeks, teasing at the puckered hole. She pushes her finger in as she deep throats him - a task made more difficult as his cock swells in her mouth. When he realizes where her other hand is, he’s stunned speechless for a moment before he manages to collect his thoughts.
“That’s…I don’t think that goes there,” he stammers out, and Elle laughs around his cock.
“You’ll like it,” she pulls back just enough to soothe him, then continues her task. Despite his hesitance, he’s growing hard in her mouth, and she pushes her finger deeper, searching for that little spot Adam had shown her so many years ago. When he jerks and his cock jumps in her mouth, she knows she’s got it.
She works at him a few more minutes, teasing and sucking and fucking him with her finger until she’s so wet she can’t take it anymore. Then she lets him fall from her mouth with a pop and and looks up at him, eyes bright.
“Let’s try again,” she says, and he’s so eager for her he grabs her shoulders and practically drags her to the bed. She lets him move her, spreading her legs open for him as he climbs over her. She lets him line his cock up with her opening, and tips her hips up to help him, waiting patiently. It’s probably the most patient she’s ever been, but she thinks maybe Gabriel deserves it. Especially given what she’s got planned for him - might as well give him this one thing before she ruins his life.
She blinks back the wave of emotion that hits her when she thinks about it and smiles encouragingly at him as he presses inside of her. It’s been awhile for her, and he’s bigger than she’s used to. Still, she swallows back her whimper and Gabriel pushes rather inelegantly into her.
“Oh, oh, Elle,” he pants out, his breath warm and heavy on her face. She’s tight and hot around him, and he bites his lip so that he doesn’t come too quickly again. Still, he can feel it building and it’s not going to be long.
“Touch my..ugnnn,” Elle tries to direct him, but he’s lost in her. His hands are braced on the bed next to her head as his hips buck unevenly into her, thrusting and throbbing and Elle braces her feet on the bed and bends her knees. She wiggles her hand between them, trying to get some necessary friction on her clit, but Gabriel’s belly is pressed tight against hers and it’s maybe not the best sex she’s ever had, but he’s staring at her in a way that makes Adam’s smooth finesse pale in comparison.
Gabriel’s face twists as he comes, slumping limply on top of Elle. She just wraps her arms around him and forgets about her own orgasm, as least for the moment.
“Elle,” Gabriel pants, and his voice wavers, “Oh, that was amazing.”
“Mmhmm,” Elle sighs, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He stops, suddenly, and pulls back to look at her. “Did you…” his voice trails off and his cheeks turn pink with embarrassment despite the fact that he’s still inside of her, his come leaking out of her while the condom lies forgotten on the floor.
Elle smiles reassuringly, “It doesn’t matter. This was for you.”
“Next time,” Gabriel promises sleepily, carefully rolling to the side, keeping Elle in his arms. “I promise it’ll be better next time.”
Elle stares at the camera she planted. She can picture Noah; knows he watched the entire thing. Knows he can see everything.
And maybe that knowledge is what gives her the courage to open her mouth the last time. “Gabriel. Don’t go to sleep yet. I need to talk to you.”
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: NC 17
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for perdiccas for the Heroes_Exchange
SUMMARY: Takes place during Villians. Gabriel's first time. Oral sex, anal play, sex...Elle likes to teach Gabriel all the fun stuff.
There’s peach pie on the floor, but the inhabitants of the apartment could care less. Gabriel is sitting in his chair with Elle perched in his lap. When he moves, the plastic shifts and squeaks, but he’s so focused on her he can’t even hear it. Elle’s perky little breasts are eye level with him, and he can see her nipples straining against the fabric of her white lace bra. He touches her lightly with trembling fingers, and Elle giggles and grasps his wrists, encouraging him to cup her breasts in his hands.
“You can touch me,” she says, even as she wonders if Noah is watching them. She decides she doesn’t care; maybe he can learn something. “Kiss me.”
He kisses her, just a brush of lips against hers until Elle wraps her hand around the back of his neck and looks him in the eyes. “Really kiss me,” she orders, and when she presses her lips against his this time, she opens her mouth. Gabriel shoves his tongue at her, tries to think of things he read or seen in movies and brushes the tip of his tongue across the roof of her mouth. Elle shoves him away and he manages a feeble smile.
“Stop trying so hard,” Elle says, discretely wiping the back of her hand across her lips. Gabriel swallows and nods, reaches out and touches a lock of Elle’s hair, carefully tucking the blond strands behind her ear.
“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the theatre?” he queries, brow furrowed as he lets his fingers trace across her cheek. His thumb brushes over her lips and she smiles at him.
“I’d rather stay in,” she says, and while Gabriel knows he’s no Casanova, he knows what she’s saying. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see his twin bed, covered with the quilt his mother made him five years ago for his birthday. It all feels like not enough, not what Elle deserves.
Elle’s already climbing off his lap, taking his hand and pulling him to the bed. He feels a twinge of guilt as he stands up and follows her, smoothing out the wrinkles in his sweater as he walks behind her. This isn’t how things were supposed to go, he knows. It’s been awhile since the lesson was drilled into his head, but he knows the order these things are supposed to go in. There’s supposed to be a wedding first, and he can’t help but picture Elle in a white dress, her hair curled around her pretty face. He knows his mother wouldn’t approve, but Elle is right here and so tempting…
Elle clears her throat and he focuses on her, watching as she reaches for the hem of his sweater and tugs it over his head. She unbuttons his dress shirt, one button at a time, and giggles when she sees that under his dress shirt is still an undershirt. She helps him tug the dress shirt over his shoulders, then yanks the white cotton t-shirt over his head.
“So much better,” she coos, running her fingers through his chest hair and scratching his chest. Gabriel feels like a clock wound too tightly, like every touch of her fingers is a twist of the gears, and Elle just keeps twisting until he’s going to explode.
She pushes him down on the bed and Gabriel is helpless to resist. She climbs into his lap and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, spilling her breasts into his waiting hands. He rubs her nipples and Elle tries for a moan of pleasure, but his nimble watchmaker fingers are first too hesitant and then too rough with her. Elle finally cups her hands over Gabriel’s bigger ones and moves his hands from her breasts to the waistband of her pants as she stands up. He takes the hint and opens the buttons, carefully hooking his fingers around the material of her pants and tugging them down. Elle helps, kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants. She’s standing in front of him in just white bikini cut cotton panties, and Gabriel’s mouth is so dry he can barely swallow.
He reaches for her automatically, long graceful fingers rubbing between her legs, pressing the cotton into her pussy, trying to touch her how he thinks she wants it. Elle whimpers a little and slides her legs apart, encouraging him. He grins, emboldened, and presses a little harder, until Elle’s whimpers turn into a low moan and the cotton under his hands grows damp. Suddenly, she pushes him to the bed, clawing at his carefully pressed pants until his belt is open in her hand and then she’s unzipping and yanking. His pants tangle in his sensible brown leather shoes, and Elle growls her frustration as she chucks a shoe across the room. It hits a row of books with a dull thud and lands upside down on the floor. The air in the room is tense, suddenly, broken only when Gabriel chuckles. Elle’s lips quirk into a grin, and she reaches for his underwear.
“Wait,” Gabriel stammers and Elle stares down at him, her cheeks flushed. “We…are we…I don’t have anything,” he finally gasps out. Elle’s eyes widen in surprise; she’d known he was inexperienced but didn’t all men carry condoms with them? Wasn’t there supposed to be one tucked into his wallet, or maybe a box of them in his bedside table?
Probably his bedside table is filled with books.
“It’s your lucky day,” Elle murmurs, removing her fingers from the elastic of his underwear. Naked save for her panties, she pads into the kitchen, pulling a condom out of her own purse. Trusting men had never worked out all that well for her before; she’d learned her lesson long ago.
When she returns to him, he’s got his shirt clutched over his lap. Elle can see the tent in the shirt, and it makes her squirm inside. She smiles as charmingly as she can, and Gabriel gives her an answering grin. She slides off her panties, wiggling her hips enticingly as she shimmies out of them. Gabriel’s eyes are drawn down her body, following the curve of her breasts, her hips, to the curls between her legs that are glistening with her juices.
Gabriel swallows and opens his mouth. He wants to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, that she’s his angel, that he’ll do anything he can to make her happy for the rest of her life if she’ll just stay with him…that if she stays with him, maybe that will be enough to quell the hunger gnawing inside of him.
Instead he reaches for her, pulls her onto his lap. She rocks her hips, nestling his cock along her slit, teasing him through his underwear. She shimmies against him, and watches his cheeks turn red. He’s clutching her breasts, loving the way her nipples harden under his touch. Elle’s eyes are closed, and she looks blissfully happy, writhing on his lap and grinding against his cock.
It’s too much for him and he comes before he even feels his balls tighten; there’s no warning at all, just soaked underwear and Elle’s surprised face.
“I’m sorry,” he pants out, shoving her off his lap and reaching for his pants. He’s trying to struggle into them, so embarrassed he can hardly see, when Elle grabs at his arm.
“It’s kind of flattering,” she laughs, then yanks his underwear down and sinks to her knees in one graceful move. She swipes her tongue over his softening cock, collecting the remnants of his come on her tongue. It’s so hot that Gabriel can’t think, caught between his awful embarrassment and arousal like he’s never experienced before. She sucks his soft cock between her lips, and even limp, her mouth feels so good Gabriel can only clutch at her head and gasp, words beyond him.
Elle pulls back long enough to wet one of her fingers with her spit, soaking the digit before going back to her task, her tongue tracing along the vein of his cock. Gabriel’s legs are shaking and Elle takes advantage of his obvious distraction, and nestles the tip of her finger between his ass cheeks, teasing at the puckered hole. She pushes her finger in as she deep throats him - a task made more difficult as his cock swells in her mouth. When he realizes where her other hand is, he’s stunned speechless for a moment before he manages to collect his thoughts.
“That’s…I don’t think that goes there,” he stammers out, and Elle laughs around his cock.
“You’ll like it,” she pulls back just enough to soothe him, then continues her task. Despite his hesitance, he’s growing hard in her mouth, and she pushes her finger deeper, searching for that little spot Adam had shown her so many years ago. When he jerks and his cock jumps in her mouth, she knows she’s got it.
She works at him a few more minutes, teasing and sucking and fucking him with her finger until she’s so wet she can’t take it anymore. Then she lets him fall from her mouth with a pop and and looks up at him, eyes bright.
“Let’s try again,” she says, and he’s so eager for her he grabs her shoulders and practically drags her to the bed. She lets him move her, spreading her legs open for him as he climbs over her. She lets him line his cock up with her opening, and tips her hips up to help him, waiting patiently. It’s probably the most patient she’s ever been, but she thinks maybe Gabriel deserves it. Especially given what she’s got planned for him - might as well give him this one thing before she ruins his life.
She blinks back the wave of emotion that hits her when she thinks about it and smiles encouragingly at him as he presses inside of her. It’s been awhile for her, and he’s bigger than she’s used to. Still, she swallows back her whimper and Gabriel pushes rather inelegantly into her.
“Oh, oh, Elle,” he pants out, his breath warm and heavy on her face. She’s tight and hot around him, and he bites his lip so that he doesn’t come too quickly again. Still, he can feel it building and it’s not going to be long.
“Touch my..ugnnn,” Elle tries to direct him, but he’s lost in her. His hands are braced on the bed next to her head as his hips buck unevenly into her, thrusting and throbbing and Elle braces her feet on the bed and bends her knees. She wiggles her hand between them, trying to get some necessary friction on her clit, but Gabriel’s belly is pressed tight against hers and it’s maybe not the best sex she’s ever had, but he’s staring at her in a way that makes Adam’s smooth finesse pale in comparison.
Gabriel’s face twists as he comes, slumping limply on top of Elle. She just wraps her arms around him and forgets about her own orgasm, as least for the moment.
“Elle,” Gabriel pants, and his voice wavers, “Oh, that was amazing.”
“Mmhmm,” Elle sighs, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He stops, suddenly, and pulls back to look at her. “Did you…” his voice trails off and his cheeks turn pink with embarrassment despite the fact that he’s still inside of her, his come leaking out of her while the condom lies forgotten on the floor.
Elle smiles reassuringly, “It doesn’t matter. This was for you.”
“Next time,” Gabriel promises sleepily, carefully rolling to the side, keeping Elle in his arms. “I promise it’ll be better next time.”
Elle stares at the camera she planted. She can picture Noah; knows he watched the entire thing. Knows he can see everything.
And maybe that knowledge is what gives her the courage to open her mouth the last time. “Gabriel. Don’t go to sleep yet. I need to talk to you.”