Hew had watched Phinn leave him on the bed and rejoin him with a strange little wooden bowl in hand. He was naive and innocent, but he wasn\'t stupid enough to not know what that stuff was going to be. Phinn was worldly enough to have such things in his possession, to make the act of sex easier, and smoother, and Hew had banked himself on it and come up trumps. It was exciting, yet still scary to know that his virginity would be given over to this man - not something Hew had ever thought would happen, let alone with another of the same sex. Even so, he didn\'t understand the noble dandies, who acted and spoke as though they were women in men\'s clothes and men\'s bodies, even though he was sharing the very act that would cast him as such. Phinn was a secret for so many things, and slowly becoming an obsession that Hew was unable to go without. After this act, if it was as good as he overheard people say, if it was as good as he thought, he could see himself unable to resist indulging with Phinn - he was barely able to resist now.
He watched with glittering eyes as Phinn spread the slick stuff upon himself and then arced his back as a finger went inside him, sighing and moaning at the same time. Phinn knew exactly where to touch him to send pleasurable pulses into his body, knew exactly how Hew was best enticed. The hairbrush had been slow going and had taken a while before he\'d got himself in a state where he could accept himself ramming it in and out, but this - he could feel his body willing to accept anything bigger than Phinn\'s finger, as though it wanted to be filled to the brim and stretched and didn\'t remember any of the hurt from last night. How could it possibly hurt when it was feeling this good? The other finger went in just as easy as you please, and Hew felt that one going in, but it didn\'t halt him from squirming and bucking gently on the bed, thrusting his hips upward toward Phinn in the same rhythm, feeling both filled yet lost without a body near to hold.
He dazedly looked up at Phinn when he thought this part was over and looked at him steadily without question, knowing the older man knew what next move was best, when the fingers returned again and Hew sounded out his surprise, though softly. He had to wet his lips a few times for all the hard breathing he was doing, drying them out, his eyelids were half closed, but he wanted to watch Phinn as he did this, watching the muscles in his arms move as he stroked both inside and outside while Hew could only clutch bedsheets. It seemed to last a lifetime, enough so that it seemed to him he couldn\'t take it anymore, when Phinn pulled all the way out and then something very hot was pressed against his entrance. His gaze dropped from Phinn\'s shoulders, chest and face to between their legs, though he couldn\'t see much of anything there other than to confirm with his gaze what he already knew from his body and mind.
It slid in remarkeably easily; though there was a tight pressing sensation as Phinn pushed himself in all the way, a strange glow slid over Hew, washing him in the light of one thought:
I\'m not a virgin anymore, I\'m not a virgin anymore, I\'m not a virgin anymore
It was a completely irrelevant realisation and only a small and inconsequential buzzing that repeated only at the very back of his mind, covered by a warmth in his chest that he fancied was the growing of emotional love while he performed the act of the physical. Alright? asked Phinn, and Hew exploded with a flurry of words.
"Yes, oh-yes, it\'s good, it\'s so good, you\'re so good, Phinn," he looked at his partner with a steady gaze and added: "Please... don\'t stop." Or slow down, he added mentally, but couldn\'t bring himself to give such permission. He wanted it slow, he liked it this way, he understood that the pace was what had made it so wonderful, that he\'d been taken care of so well - unexpectedly well, for he\'d not anticipated that Phinn would take such consideration with him. "Take me all the way," he said, paused briefly, then thought to clarify. "Take me all the way to the end," he amended, an urgency in his voice as he shifted his hips beneath Phinn, wanting it all, wanting to release while Phinn was inside him, wanting to feel Phinn\'s release inside him as well. He\'d not only permitted this act, he was embracing it.