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It was a well known fact that Droid was a virgin. Droid was completely lost when it came to sex. He knew how to do it in theory and has heard from his friends that it’s an amazing feeling, but his only partner in bed was his right hand. And honestly Pezzy was getting real tired of hearing Droid wine about it.
“Droid, do I need to pull up a crash course video on it for you?” Pezzy cut off Droid’s rant, feeling a little bad at the way he snapped at him.
“Nah, that wikihow stuff doesn’t work.” Pezzy chuckled. “What I need is a real person .”
“Have you tried tinder?”
“I’m down bad but I do want more than just sex.”
Prezzy groaned, “Then you’re only hope to get some experience is to just fuck me I guess.”
“Brooo!” Droid’s cheeks seemed to become a bit pinker. “Don’t joke about that.”
Pezzy gasped, mock offended, “Am I not hot enough for you Droid? Is that what the problem is?”
“What? No! You’re hot, you’re definitely hot, man!” Droid was quick to reassure Pezzy, but then he thought about his words a bit and now his cheeks were definitely red. “Wait, not like that.”
Pezzy laughed, “Have you ever even kissed anyone before?”
“Of course I have!” Pezzy gave him a disbelieving look. “I have!”
“With tongue?”
Droid’s ears got pinker, “No…”
“Then you’ve never actually kissed anyone.”
“Why does it even matter?”
“Girls like that.” Pezzy shrugged, “It’s just how it is.”
Droid was silent for a moment, deep in thought. “Well…” Droid thought for another moment before continuing. “Then I need to know how to do that, and...” Pezzy nodded, not really following where Droid was going with this. “...you’re right here.”
“No, no, no. I’m not kissing you.” Pezzy quickly shook his head, shooting down the ridiculous idea.
“Please! Just once! Just one time!” Pezzy shook his head again, nervously laughing. “C’mon, be a bro and kiss me!”
“Oh my God! Fine! Only if it’ll shut you up.” Pezzy sat crisscross in the corner of the couch, turning to face Droid, “But I’m not doing all the work. That’s on you.”
“Really!” Droid scrambled over the couch, stopping when their knees touched.
“Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind.”
Droid nodded, “Okay, okay.” He hesitantly put his hands on Pezzy’s shoulders and leaned in. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed their lips together. Pezzy had to admit Droid was kinda cute with his eyes squeezed shut and a blush over his cheeks. Droid pulled away, “How was that?”
Pezzy rolled his eyes, “I told you that doesn’t count as a kiss. You gotta use a bit of tongue. And don’t leave your hands all stiff on my shoulders.” Pezzy rolled his shoulders, Droid’s hands falling away at the action.
“Well then what do I do with my hands?!”
Pezzy huffed, grabbing both of Droid’s hands. “They can go anywhere really, mostly here,” Pezzy placed one at his side, right above his hip, “and here.” He placed the other at the back of his neck. “Now kiss me properly so we can get this over with.”
“Right.” With his newly placed hands Droid leaned in again. It was still just a press of lips and Pezzy sighed, looks like he was going to do all the work. Pezzy opened his mouth slightly and brought a hand up to Droid’s chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger. He touched the tip of his tongue to Droid’s lips and he could feel him shiver. Pezzy smiled against him before slowly easing his tongue into Droid’s mouth. Droid’s hand at Pezzy’s side dropped to his thigh and squeezed, his other slightly gabbing at his hair. Pezzy’s tongue explored Droid’s mouth slowly, giving Droid time to gain the confidence to do the same. Eventually he did feel Droid’s tongue rub against his before he was pulling away, gasping for breath.
“How do you do that without breathing?”
“Droid.” Pezzy fought back a smile, “You just breath through your nose.” Pezzy could see the gears turning in his head before the lightbulb went off.
“Oh! Okay, I get it now,” Droid scooted closer, “let’s do it again.” Pezzy rolled his eyes but still pulled Droid in with the hand on his chin. This time Droid instantly opened his mouth, his tongue traveling to Pezzy’s. Pezzy could feel light puffs of air on his cheek, at least he was breathing this time around. He was also much more confident, his tongue greedily tasting every inch of Pezzy’s mouth. Pezzy’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling paired with the hand that was too close and also not nearly close enough to his crotch. Said hand squeezed again and Pezzy answered with a hum, turning his head a bit to deepen the kiss. Pezzy’s tongue ran along the side of Droid’s and the man above him moaned. He… Pezzy’s brain must’ve glitched or something because Droid definitely didn’t just moan and it definitely didn’t turn him on. Before Droid could notice what this was doing to Pezzy he pulled away, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from following, which he did instantly.
“Okay, I think that’s enough. You’ve learned some stuff now, let's stop.” Pezzy wiped at his mouth, cheeks burning up when he saw Droid’s eyes watch the movement then lick his lips.
“Uhh, yeah.” Droid was still looking straight at his lips, “Yeah, thank you Pezzy.” He finally was able to pull his eyes away from Pezzy’s mouth and instead landed on the doorway. “Wait-” Before he could get out his sentence Grizzy was shouting over him.
“What the FUCK did I just see.” Pezzy quickly stood up, hands up in surrender, at the same time Droid had practically flung himself to the other side of the couch.
“I was just teaching him how to kiss!”
“Uh huh, sure sure sure, well the next time you ‘teach him how to kiss’ don’t do it on our couch.” Grizzy looked between them, opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, finally said, “I’m pretending I didn’t hear or see anything,” then walked out of the room.
Pezzy looked at Droid and Droid looked back, both men wide eyed and blushing like crazy. “This,” Pezzy took a breath, suddenly feeling like he’d been running a mile, “this never happened.”
They were pretty good at pretending nothing happened, able to be in the same room together and not freak out, able to game together and joke as if nothing happened at all. And maybe nothing did happen, after all, that kiss was just a friend helping another friend. Pezzy wasn’t going to think about why that kinda hurt his feelings or why he thought about doing it again. Pezzy buried his head in his pillows, willing away the thought of making out with Droid. A light knock on his door jumped him from his thoughts, he considered just ignoring it until the kock happened again, a little louder this time. Pezzy groaned and got up, answered the door to find none other than Droid nervously standing there, looking everywhere but at Pezzy. He waited for him to say something, but instead they both just stood there in a strange silence.
“What?”
Droid jumped at the sudden break of silence, his cheeks seemed to redden before he answered. “I-” he nervously swallowed, “Can I come in?” Pezzy stepped to the side and Droid walked in, standing in the middle of the room and looking a little lost.
Pezzy closed the door behind him, “So what’s up Dro-” before he could finish Droid had him pressed up against the door, his tongue wasting no time in exploring his mouth. His hands were just as ambitious, one under the hem of his shirt, pressing firmly to the skin there, the other in Pezzy’s hair pulling every now and then. Pezzy took a minute but after he recovered from the shock he was kissing back, his tongue against Droid’s and his hands on his hips, pulling him flush against him. Droid gasped and ground against him, Pezzy answering in his own groan.
Droid pulled back enough to whisper against Pezzy’s lips, “God, I want you.” His breath made Pezzy shiver, “I’ve wanted you for a while.”
”You have me.” Pezzy pushed against him, walking him back, Droid easily followed, walking backwards but never took his mouth off him. The pair bumped into Pezzy’s bed and Pezzy pushed Droid down, grinning when Droid propped himself up in his forearms and looked up at him. Droid was completely flushed, mouth hanging slightly open, his sweats not hiding his excitement at all.
“You’ve gotten pretty good at that.” Pezzy proudly smirked when he noticed Droid’s eyes flicker down to his lips. Pezzy mounted Droid’s thighs, “Are you ready for your next lesson?” Droid enthusiastically nodded and Pezzy took his hands and placed them on his own hips. He slowly rocked himself against Droid, his hands gripping harder at Pezzy’s hips. Droid picked up the pace, pulling Pezzy against him while he pushed up to meet the thrusts. Pezzy moaned, “God Droid, do that again.” Droid didn’t hesitate to do it again and again, moaning loudly with every move.
Pezzy laughed and Droid’s thrusts stuttered. “What?” Droid hadn’t completely stopped rutting up against Pezzy but he had slowed significantly. Pezzy chuckled again before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“I’m just thinking about how Grizzy’s gonna look tomorrow morning.”
“Wow, literally in the middle of fucking me and you’re thinking about another guy?” Droid gripped at Pezzy’s hips and ground him down against him to remind him what he was doing, Pezzy biting back a moan.
“I didn’t take you as the jealous type Droid. I meant how he’s going to react to us because he can definitely hear us with how loud you are.” Droid slapped a hand over his own mouth and looked a bit guilty. Pezzy leaned down to whisper in his ear, “And I’m not actually fucking you yet, but I can if that’s what you want.” Pezzy chuckled at the answering groan, both of Droid’s hands returning to Pezzy’s hips. He expected that to turn Droid on, what he didn’t expect was for Droid to flip them over, Droid now looming over him.
“Who said you’re topping me?” Droid nipped at Pezzy’s ear and kissed down his neck, grinding down with every kiss. Pezzy’s hands traveled down to the waistband of Droid’s sweats and teasingly pawed at them. Droid pulled back long enough to push his sweat pants down but hesitated when he got to his boxers.
“Are you really getting shy on me now? After you’ve been grinding against me for the past 10 minutes?” Droid blushed and Pezzy could just barely see he dick twitch in his boxers. To help make him more comfortable Pezzy pushed his own pants and boxers down, his dick hard and leaking. Droid stared down at it and hesitantly took it in his hand. Pezzy groaned and bucked into the feeling, his dick happy to finally get some skin on skin action. Droid started slow, getting used to it before he sped up, lightly stroking the shaft and squeezing at the tip. Pezzy bit down on his knuckles, trying to keep his moans at bay. Droid took his hand away but returned just as quickly with a slicked up hand, Droid’s spit mixing with Pezzy’s precum and making the glide over his dick feel amazing. “Fuck yeah, keep doing that.” Droid groaned and rutted against Pezzy’s leg, his bulge bringing Pezzy back to the task at hand. Pezzy grabbed Droid’s wrist, whining when it stopped his hand. “Get your boxers off and join me.” Droid didn’t hesitate this time, practically ripping his boxers off and hovering over Pezzy, not sure what the next step was. Pezzy made eye contact with Droid as he licked a long strip onto his hand, Droid shivering and his dick twitching at the sight. Pezzy pulled him in with his legs wrapped around Droid's hips, their dicks against each other. Pezzy pulled his shirt up, not wanting to ruin it as he tried to wrap his hand around both their cocks. Pezzy huffed as he struggled, instead just licked his other hand too and brought both hands down to jerk both his and Droid’s cocks together. Droid buried his head in Pezzy’s neck, sucking on the skin there, his hands traveling up and down the newly exposed skin. Pezzy groaned and moved his hands faster. Droid’s hand sneaked in between them and helped Pezzy, sucking and licking at any skin he could find. The sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room until Droid bit down on Pezzy’s shoulder and came with a muffled grunt of Pezzy’s name. Pezzy let go of his own dick to pump Droid through his orgasm, his cum coating Pezzy’s stomach. Each pump had Droid groaning Pezzy’s name, eventually turning into a whine as overstimulation started to settle in. Pezzy let go and started to jerk himself off, but Droid had other plans as he swatted Pezzy’s hand away.
“Let me.” Pezzy nodded, desperate to get off. Droid took him in hand, using his own cum as lube(that really shouldn’t be as hot as it was to Pezzy) as he pumped up and down quickly. His other hand, cum free thank God, lightly held his face, leading him into a bruising kiss. Droid’s tongue practically fucked Pezzy’s mouth, Pezzy’s letting go a low moan into the brutal kiss as he came. Droid kept kissing him, and Pezzy sucked on his tongue. Eventually the kiss slowed to something a bit more soft. Droid pulled away, looking down at the mess they made. Pezzy couldn’t decide if he was happy the mess didn’t hit the bed or a little annoyed that it was only on him. Pezzy made a face at the feeling of it drying on his stomach and Droid laughed, asking where the tissues were. Pezzy gestured to his desk and as Droid got up to grab it he wiped his hand on Pezzy’s leg.
“Hey!” Pezzy huffed. “You’re lucky I don’t want to move right now.” Droid snickered as he wiped up the mess, pulling down Pezzy’s shirt after he was done. Droid pulled up his pants, Pezzy doing the same, frowning again as he realized Droid didn’t wipe his leg. “I really need a shower now. You gonna join me?” Pezzy wiggled his eyebrows at Droid and laughed when a blush came across his features. Pezzy grabbed some pajamas and walked out to the bathroom. On his way there Grizzy stopped him.
“You break his heart, you die.”
Pezzy stopped dead in his tracks, stumbled over his words for a second before attempting to joke, “What if he breaks mine?”
“I’m gonna give him the same talk.” Grizzy patted his shoulder as he walked past. “You owe me some earplugs.” Pezzy blushed but laughed it off, continuing to the bathroom. After he had started the water and got in he heard the door creak open and smiled. Droid soon joined him and hugged him from behind, nuzzling into the crook of Pezzy’s neck, peppering kisses in that spot. The shower was full of soft touches and sweet words. Pezzy couldn’t even remember the last time someone washed his hair for him. They got out and couldn’t stay apart for long, always touching in some way or leaning in for quick kisses.
A few days later Pezzy gave Grizzy some earplugs. “This mean you guys are actually going out now?” Grizzy was smiling and Pezzy laughed, quickly leaving because his boyfriend, Pezzy couldn’t believe it, was waiting for him. Teaching Droid how to kiss was the best thing that could happen to him.