BUT! Lúcio takes a long friggin’ time to work up to the penetration part even without his partner having baggage; and Gabriel won’t say a word about other partners (probably because he doesn’t even realize it’s been abusive), but it’s really not hard to figure it out, right? Lúcio is a really clever boy and Gabriel is a moody edgelord.
So yes. Just imagine that first time…
“Will you kneel for me?”
The lethargy after the warm, sudsy bath drains from Gabriel’s limbs somewhat and he narrows his eyes. He stares at Lúcio and takes in how he is still clothed in ridiculous bermuda shorts with frogs on them and a tank top.
It reminds him of his own naked vulnerability – not that he minds too much. He has a gorgeous body and knows it. He sniffs and turns his head sideways; watches the kid out of the corner of his eyes.
“Why?”
Lúcio blinks where he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Because I asked you to?”
“What do you want?”
“For you to kneel. Here, I got a cushion for you.”
Gabriel grinds his teeth. He is still a little wet from the bath and his body is starting to loose the fuzzy warmth that the water had pushed into him. He is getting annoyed with the kid again.
Lúcio actually produces a cushion; big and green and in the shape of a smiling frog. Gabriel wants to tear it open because it is looking cute and there isn’t supposed to be anything cute about this.
“Kneel for me?” Lúcio says again, nudging the cushion with his foot a little. He looks nervous now, like he’s unsure what’s happening, and it makes Gabriel even more unhappy. He doesn’t want his Dom to be unsure and shy. He needs him to take charge. To push him around. To step on hi-
He blinks, startled by his own thoughts, and rolls his shoulders to mask it. He sniffs again, derisively, then makes his way over and throws himself down on his knees in ill-grace.
He is petulant –
– because this kid is not what he was looking for.
– because the bath had actually been nice; Lúcio’s sudsy hands rubbing his muscles and exploring his body.
– because the last vestiges of the comfortable fuzz that had filled his head were slipping away and it made him cranky.
– because he wanted to be made to submit, cause he was too bad at it to do it himself, and this fucking boy couldn’t do it.
He drapes himself across one of Lúcio’s thighs and makes sure to put his weight into it. He feels a little better when Lúcio grunts as a result.
“Good boy. Thank you.”
Gabriel jerks and turns his head a little; scrutinizes the kid out of the corner of his eyes and curls a little tighter into himself because his belly feels warm and tingly and that is fucking stupid.
“You’re an idiot,” he murmurs. Lúcio puts a hand onto the nape of his neck and squeezes.
“And you’re a good boy, dude. Kneeling for me like that. Just look at you.”
Gabriel nearly whimpers and he hates it.
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