RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Ooooh Matt," I whine as I jump up and down a little.

"Gimme!" I say as I open my mouth like a baby bird that wants to be fed.

I would make the noises to, but I have no idea what a hungry baby bird actually sounds like. So, I just vocalise my want for strawberries with speech.

"Please Mattie, I have cravings now!"

I rub the strawberry over his lips before pulling it into my own mouth and finishing it off.

"I'm a terrible, terrible boyfriend, aren't I?" I ask him, smirking a little as I do so.

I pull another strawberry from the carton and hold it to his lips, "I'm sorry baby. Forgive me?"

I glare at him before biting the strawberry away from his fingers quickly like a hungry animal before chewing on it and still glaring at Matt.

"Yeah, now I do," I say quietly before taking the carton away from him, "almost."

I grin as I climb onto his lap and sit on him, my back pressed against his chest as I take another strawberry into my mouth.

"Mwhaha, I'm in control now," I look back over my shoulder at Matt with a smirk on my face.

I mock pout at him, "You're in control, are you?"

I grip his waist with my hips, running my fingers over his soft skin, just enjoying the feeling of him atop me.

"Then maybe I should start grovelling and begging for my life, right?" I suggest, moving my lips to his neck, "Please oh wise and wonderful Zacky."

I move my mouth over his soft, sweet, slightly moist skin, "Please have mercy. I'll do whatever you ask of me, my Prince."

I tilt my head to the side and close my eyes as I feel Matt's breath and lips ghosting over my neck.

"Anything?" I ask him as I just sit atop him, enjoying the feel of him being under me for once.

I pop a smaller strawberry into my mouth and thinking over something for him to do to me.

"Hmmm, I oon'p ooo..." I say with a full mouth before swallowing my mouth fully of juicy goodness before turning my head to look back around at Matt.

"Maybe you can use that tongue of yours for something else rather than stealing my strawberries," I say before narrowing my eyes at him.

I open my mouth to protest. Since when did the strawberries become the property of Zacky Baker? He's practically my common law wife now, what's his is mine. Although that also works the other way. Of course as I remember just what I'd be turning down I figure maybe I should just grin and bear it. Oh the trials of having to be sexual with such a wonderful, amazing man.

"Oh really?" I ask, my lips at the back of his neck now, moving down slowly as far as I can go.

My hands pass over his stomach, down lower to brush across his half-hard cock. I grip him by the hips and attempt to turn him round so he's facing me.

"Then due to the sad fact I'm not a contortionist, you might need to be facing me."

"Hmmmm, I was thinking about other things, but I forgot how amazing you looked from the front," I grin as I turn myself around and straddle his thighs.

"You know what I want you to do?" I ask him, knowing that he's not going to know, I mean, me and Matt have known each other for a while, but we aren't mind readers.

"I want you to fuck me, deep, slow and sensual. 'Til I go crazy. Sound good?"

"I'm glad you told me." I admit, "I was thinking you wanted to buy a Caribbean island."

I laugh a little before smiling happily at him, "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do right now."

I bring my hands up to his lips, "I suppose you don't want to move any for any kind of proper supplies, right?"

"Errr, not really," I say with a small laugh before getting myself a little more comfortable on Matt's lap.

"So, Mr. I-have-researched-pregnant-gay-sex, what positions can we do?" I smirk.

I have totally killed the romance and the excitement of the whole ordeal with this question, but I am not having Matt the man mountain hurt our babies. No matter how much I like it.

"Well Mr I-Haven't-Researched-Pregnant-Gay-Sex," I say with a cheeky smirk, "You can ride me, then you have the control over how deep I'm going. The basic rule of thumb is if it's hurting you, it's a warning sign about the babies."

I gently stroke his arms, "We'll be careful baby. Anytime you want to stop, say the word and I'll bestow my other talents on you. Promise."

"That sounds perfect to me," I say with a smile before leaning down a little and capturing Matt's lips in my own in a kiss.

I stop kissing him slowly to open my eyes and look square into his eyes.

"Annnnnnnd, I didn't research it because I knew that you would," I say before poking my tongue out and him before biting it.

"Well I just want to make sure everything was perfect and that I still had a chance to make sure my amazing boyfriend was taken care of throughout his pregnancy." I insist, nodding to back up my claim, "It had nothing to do with the porn."

I smirk a little. I nip his tongue with my own and set about soothing it with a deep, tender kiss. My hands move across his skin, one resting on his stomach, almost shielding our babies from what we're about to do.

"You want me to stretch you first?" I ask into his mouth.

I nod against his lips before pulling back a little.

"Please, just a little," I tell him simply before lifting my hips a little so Matt can reach his hand behind me to go about stretching me.

I go back to kissing him again, closing my eyes and moving my hands to Matt's shoulders to hold me into place. I moan a little as I feel his fingers pressing against my hole as I kiss him even deeper, my tongue movements getting slower and longer.

I love it when we're like this. It's so sweet and intimate and gentle. It's not supposed to be like this, everyone says. Men can't make love, it's just fucking. It's never just fucking for me and Zacky though. I move my fingers into him carefully, my tongue unintentionally moving in a similar rhythm.

I know exactly where to aim for after long years of practice. I brush across his prostate lightly, just enough to send a shockwave through him to counteract the discomfort of the sudden intrusion.

I moan out of slight discomfort and mostly pleasure so I feel Matt's fingers brush against that spot inside me. A spot that seems a lot more sensitive that it has done for a long time. I shudder under his touch.

"Fuck, did erm, that research say something about," I swallow, "heightened pleasure?" I ask him, my voice getting slightly more higher and more of a whisper than before.

I let out a shaky breath as I let Matt still invade me with his fingers, now resting my forehead against his as we continues his preparation.

I smirk a little, "Oops, did I forget to mention that? Bad, bad Matt."

I force myself to keep my eyes open as I watch his beautiful face shifting with this intense pleasure. I could get off without doing anything to myself just watching how beautiful he is right now. Of course that would be besides the point. I pull my fingers from him, smiling a little at the momentary disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry for being gross but we're kinda in a position which calls for me to be a boy scout."

I gather up as much spit as I can and let it drop to my hands, before moving to coat myself. My vocal chords react faster than my body does and I'm whimpering almost before I've even touched myself.

I watch Matt as he lubes himself up with a generous amount of spit. I blink a few times trying to get over the stinging yet pleasurable feeling around my spot. Man, I should get pregnant more often.

I watch on a move myself a little as Matt takes a hold of my ass cheeks and brings me over his dick. I look down and make sure I can angle myself so I'm not completely impaling myself. After all, I do have the babies to think about.

I bite into my lip as I feel the head of his cock pushing at my hole, even after all these years and all the times we have done this, I still need to prepare myself for his size.

I slowly and carefully bring him down onto me, watching his face the whole while for any signs of discomfort or pain that I don't normally see. I don't want this to hurt him or our babies.

"Sorry baby, sorry, sorry..."

It's like a mantra, every fraction I push in I apologize to him because damnit I just don't want to cause any undue pain. I can't let myself feel any pleasure until I know he is too.

I bite into my lip as I only feel a slight discomfort, but that's only because we haven't done anything like this in past few weeks because I just haven't felt like it.

"Matt baby, it's OK, it doesn't hurt... I promise," I tell him with a smile as wriggle around a little on his lap, telling him I want all of him.

I wasn't kidding about the slow, deep, sensual fucking.

"I want all of you, I wasn't lying y'know," I smirk as little as I move my face closer to his.

We aren't so much kissing as breathing each others personal space now, out lips not touching, but ready to kiss anyway.

I slowly push the rest of the way into him, watching his eyes to see if anything's hurting him. I don't want to do anything that could hurt our babies. He may insist it's okay but he might just be trying to make me feel better.

"Okay." I let my lips brush over his briefly, "Okay. I'm good to move, right?"

I'd almost forgotten how good this felt, my love completely engulfing me. I'm a little overwhelmed.

"Yeah, you're good, go," I tell Matt was a nod as I adjust myself on top of him so I am completely comfortable.

I bite into my lip as I wait for Matt to move, my limbs shaking with anticipation.

"Come on baby, please," I say with a slight laugh, as I didn't realise I was so desperate to have him take me.

Still being overly cautious, I move into him at a slow pace, just enough to bring some kind of pleasure to both of us. I grip his hips, bringing him down to meet me as I move up to him. He's not really doing any work here, doesn't seem fair. Then again, I'm happy to do whatever for this wonderful man.

"Oh, Zee... you feel so good." I whisper, shakily, "It's been too long. Never make me wait longer than 32 hours again."

I brush my lips lightly across his again, not wanting to fall into too deep a kiss. I want to be able to see his face and kissing with your eyes open freaks most people out.

"Sorry baby, I'm sure I'll get-umm-horny spells due this pregnancy," I laugh a little as I move myself up a little.

I love the way Matt holds me in his position. We don't do it very often, but it's one of the ones I prefer because of the way Matt holds me and caresses me with though magically large hands of his, because I'm on top, he can reach every single part of me with those amazing hands.

I'm snapped roughly out of my dreams of Matt's hands massaging all over my skin but a sharp bolt of pleasure running around my mid-section and down my thighs.

"Hmmm-yeah, ahh, so good," I whimper.

I'm moving into him far too slowly now but I can't help myself. I love this slow, gentle love making. Not that I don't love every other kind we engage in, I just love this most of all. I like being able to savour every feeling, every intense bolt of pleasure for longer. I love bringing him right to the edge so slowly that he can barely see straight - fuck the way I feel, although that is amazing too - I want my lover to be driven insane.

My lips brush across his head, his cheeks, his nose, every part of his face as my hands slide up his back.

"So fucking beautiful... so fucking hot..."

"Matt, you're so vain," I smirk as I look back into his eyes.

"Kidding, right back at you gorgeous," I grin.

But that grin is wiped right off my face as I feel a rather nice, yet sharp jab to my prostate. This is where it's all only going to get better.

"Oh-um-ahhh..."

I'm making all sorts of noises as Matt starts up this slow and sensual rhythm that I know it going to drive me insane pretty soon.

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