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When the box arrives, Conner had almost forgotten it was coming. He'd bought it on a whim a week or so ago, late at night after he and Gavin had been intimate. Gavin had fallen asleep right afterwards, but Conner wasn't as tired so he stayed up, quietly browsing the internet on his laptop while Gavin quietly snored at his side. The idea was fresh in his mind, as Gavin had complained about the awkward positioning when Conner wanted to use his toys, and Conner had suggested a strap-on. Gavin had been almost too embarrassed to consider it, but he'd expressed interest in it, so Conner made an impulse purchase at three o'clock in the morning.

And now, the box was here. He'd gotten a higher quality harness, one that boasted comfort and had just a ring on the front to hold whatever toy you wanted. He'd bought a vibrator specially shaped to fit it as well, just in case nothing in his collection had the right size base.

Conner stood in the kitchen with the box on the table in front of him, tapping his fingers on the cardboard and trying to figure out how to proceed. He wasn't totally confident this was even something Gavin wanted to do, and kind of wished he'd consulted him about it beforehand, instead of going the "sexy surprise" route. But he already had it, and it wasn't as if he would hide it, and he could always return it if Gavin hated it.

Encouraged by that thought he gets to work making Gavin lunch--a frozen tray of mac and cheese--because he's been working for several hours already and deserves a lunch break. And, if Gavin happens to be a little more amenable to sexy surprises after receiving a thoughtful meal from his boyfriend, everybody wins.

Conner walks into Gavin's office with a big grin, holding the box with the mac and cheese on top, complete with spoon.

"Hey, baby! I got you lunch. And a present!" he says, setting the box on Gavin's desk and placing the mac and cheese in front of him.

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Gavin leans back in his chair to look at Conner and smiles, gratefully, at the interruption from his work, which felt so especially boring today he felt as though he could hardly carry on.

"Oh, thanks," he says, taking the plate from him and looking at his watch, "I guess it is time for a lunch break." He's so eager to eat that he doesn't immediately register the box Conner's set on the desk in front of him, and when he does, he pauses, his spoon suspended in front of his face.

"Wait, a present?" he asks, with his mouth full. He sets down his macaroni and picks up the box, rattling it a little, curiously, before setting it in his lap and looking at Conner quizically.

"What...why?" he laughs confusedly, but he's smiling, "It's not my birthday, right?" He means it as a joke, but after a moment he fishes in his pocket for his phone to check the date.

"Okay, it's not."

Conner busts up laughing when Gavin has to check the date, putting his hand on Gavin's shoulder and doubling over.

"God, I love you. No, it's not a birthday present," he confirms breathlessly, "It's for both of us, really. I've been meaning to get it for a while but, ah, I wasn't sure..." Conner blushes a little, trailing off and scratching the back of his neck, "Anyways, just open it."

He crosses his arms over his chest so he won't fidget and steps back to watch, uncharacteristically nervous as he's not sure what to expect from Gavin.

Gavin can hazard a guess at what's in the box by the look on Conner's face, now, and he feels his face growing hot.

"Oh. Really," he stammers with a slight, lopsided smile. The fact that Conner is nervous about this doesn't do anything to calm him, and his heart thumps a little as he tears open the box and looks inside.

When he sees the harness, his eyes go wide, and he's certain his face must be beet red. He covers his mouth slowly and looks at Conner, hardly able to keep from dropping the box in his surprise.

"I--" he starts to say as a slight, uncertain smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.

"I...oh, man, I'm...sorry," he laughs, "I-I'm not...great at the...getting a sexy surprise thing, I guess, uh. Wow."

Conner laughs, Gavin's reaction just making his own blush more fierce.

"Ah, yeah, well," Conner says, shrugging, "I... bought it on a whim. I thought 'cause, uh, you said it was... awkward. Doing it with your hand. So..." He trails off, looking between Gavin's shocked face and the harness. He really hopes Gavin's on board with this idea, as the couple of other times Conner had a chance to try out getting pegged it had been fantastic, and he could only imagine what it would be like trying it out with someone he really cared about.

"Oh! And I got a vibrator that fits into it, too," he says, digging into the box to pull it out and show it off, "It has a little remote and everything, so you don't have to, you know, reach down and fiddle with it or anything."

"So... What do you think?"

"I-I--" Gavin stammers, rubbing his face, "I--yeah, I mean, yeah, I-I can...try, I mean -- we can...do it, I --"

He takes a deep breath and swallows hard, and he half-laughs on the exhale.

"Sorry, I-I'm...I'm nervous," he stammers, "Obviously, I...did you want to do this right now? Because...I'm...not sure I can get back to work so well after...this."

He glances up at Conner, briefly, but quickly averts his eyes.

Conner's smile turns soft and affectionate, and he moves in close to put his hands on Gavin's shoulders and rubs them, trying to help him relax. He knows Gavin needs to ease into situations like this, and needs help to relax about it, so he leans over to speak quietly into Gavin's ear, not quite low enough to be a whisper.

"Hey, it's okay," Conner says, his hands moving up to rub and squeeze Gavin's neck and then moving back down to his shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into the knotted muscle there, "We can do whatever you want." He punctuates this by licking Gavin's ear and nibbling on it a little.

Gavin does relax, at least a little. He lets his eyes fall shut as he exhales shakily, resting his forehead on Conner's shoulder momentarily before getting up from his chair and wrapping his arms around Conner's middle.

"A-alright, alright," he mumbles into Conner's shoulder, locking his arms behind Conner's back, "I-I guess we better...smoke something first."

He doesn't actually make an effort to move from the spot after he says this, standing stiffly in front of Conner and leaning into him heavily.

Conner returns the embrace, nodding, rubbing his palms up and down Gavin's back, content to stand here and hold him. He kisses gently at Gavin's cheeks and mouth, reluctant to pull away when he can feel how tense Gavin still is. Then he glances over Gavin's shoulder and sees the macaroni still sitting there.

"Oh, hey, do you wanna finish your lunch? You could do that while I wash up," he suggests gently, pushing his fingers gently through Gavin's hair.

"Ah...yeah, sure," Gavin says, distractedly, as he leans in to kiss Conner a few more times. He pulls away, reluctantly, and sits back down in his chair, his left knee bobbing and shaking as he picks up his plate. He doesn't start eating again until Conner is gone, and when he does, he finishes quickly and throws the tray in the trash before picking up the box and heading into their bedroom to wait. He can still hardly even bring himself to look at what's in the box without blushing, much less get it out and actually inspect it for himself, so he sets it on the end of the bed and sits a few feet away from it, still fully clothed and still nervously bouncing his leg as he tries to keep his heart from racing.

Conner comes back into the room wearing just his boxers, raising an eyebrow at Gavin sitting stiffly on the bed, several feet away from the box.

"Hey, it's not gonna bite you," Conner says, laughing, and takes the harness and vibrator out of the box before pushing the box to the floor and dropping the supplies on the bed next to Gavin, "Unless you want it to." He gives Gavin an over-the-top wink, hoping taking this lightly will help Gavin relax too.

Conner climbs onto the bed, straddling Gavin and kissing him quickly before leaning back to retrieve his pipe and weed from the bedside table. He packs a bowl and lights it, taking the first drag and leaning back in to breath the smoke right into Gavin's mouth, finishing the move by biting Gavin's bottom lip and then pulling back to grin.

Gavin laughs a little, coughing slightly when the smoke hits his lungs.

"What's...that supposed to mean?" he laughs, after thinking over Conner's words for a second, "That doesn't make...sense..."

He swallows and trails off, losing his train of thought when Conner bites his lip. His hand hovers over Conner's side, before he finally lets it settle on his hip, and with his other he reaches for the pipe in Conner's hand. He holds it unsteadily at first, but by the time he's taken a few hits his shakiness has mostly subsided.

"I...shouldn't be so nervous," he says slowly, slurring his speech the slightest bit, "I mean, it's not like we haven't -- d-done as much, I just -- I-I'm not really..."

He blinks, his eyes roving over Conner's body.

"I've...still got all my clothes on, don't I," he breathes.

"Hey, it's cool, I get it," Conner says, shrugging and taking another hit, "New stuff is scary. I'd be scared, but it's... Not new to me." He laughs, and then leans back to survey Gavin's clothing situation.

"Yeah, you do, and that's a damn shame because your body is fucking hot," Conner says, feeling loose and easy from the weed and the anticipation. He runs the hand that's not holding the pipe under Gavin's shirt, humming softly when he feels the warm skin there.

"Y-you...think so, huh?" Gavin mumbles softly, twitching a little at Conner's touch on his skin. He crosses his arms and pulls his shirt up over his head, then, with a little more effort and awkwardness, his binder. He plants both of his hands on Conner's skin, now, rubbing up his sides and over his back, and the contact does help him loosen up slightly. His face is level with Conner's collarbone when their bodies are pressed together, so he kisses there, gingerly at first.

"Th-that better?" he asks, still stammering a little.

"Yeah, baby, that's great," Conner hums lowly, one hand coming up to grip Gavin's hair while the other slides up his stomach to cup and squeeze one of his breasts, "You're great. You're so hot."

Conner leans back to take one last, long drag, holding his breath for a long as he can manage before he has to gasp, laughing as he coughs and sets the pipe out of the way. He brings his other hand down to Gavin's other boob, squeezing and massaging that one as well as he hums contentedly.

"So hot," he mutters again, tilting down to catch Gavin's mouth in a kiss.

Gavin lets himself relax a little further, and he tilts his head up to kiss Conner, slow and easy. His hand slides into the back of Conner's boxers, and, after a moment of deliberation, he squeezes his ass.

"Y-yeah," he stutters, when they break apart, "You -- so are you. That's -- feels nice."

He could feel a warmth between his legs, and he can't help but push against Conner, in a somewhat futile effort to get some friction between them.

"I-I...God, I want --" he breathes, his voice distant and a little hazy from the weed, "I...I don't know, I--"

He leans forward, losing some of his inhibitions as he kisses and licks ar Conner's chest, nibbling gently on one of his nipples.

"Shh," Conner says, pushing his ass into Gavin's hands and then pushing him down onto his back. Conner kisses him hard, putting one knee between Gavin's legs and pressing it up against him while he rubs his hardening erection against Gavin's hip.

"Mm, good," Conner moans, breaking the kiss to mouth at Gavin's neck, "Feels good?"

Gavin closes his eyes, and lets out a low, deep groan.

"Yeah, f-fuck," he swears, leaning his head back to give Conner more room to kiss his neck. He lets his hands slide over Conner's hips and ass, up his torso, and back down again, before squeezing his hands into the space between them and unfastening the clasp of his pants. He slides them down with his underwear down under his ass, which is as far as he can get them from the position they're in, before letting out another shaky, quiet moan.

Conner slides his hand down Gavin's stomach, deciding the best way to help Gavin relax was to just jerk him off first. He rubs his fingers down between Gavin's legs, surprised at the wetness he finds there.

"You're so wet already," Conner says against Gavin's skin, rubbing his fingers over Gavin's clit before sliding down further, pushing his middle finger into Gavin. He curls his finger and starts moving it in and out of him in long, forceful thrusts, ensuring that the heel of his hand presses against Gavin's clit on each upstroke.

"Ah -- yeah," Gavin groans, biting down hard on his lip. He moves against Conner's hand slightly as Conner pushes into him.

"U-um, you --"

He closes his eyes, breathing heavily. He still never knew how to ask Conner for things he wanted when they were doing this.

"Could you, um...use your mouth?" he asks, sheepishly, unable to open his eyes to look at him, "or, uh...one of those...toys?"

Conner's eyebrows go up and he grins widely, chuckling a little when Gavin asks.

"Yeah, absolutely, baby," he says, leaning up to kiss Gavin's mouth and then the side of his face, whispering hotly into his ear, "Whatever you want." He pulls his finger out of Gavin and sits up, making a show out of licking his fingers clean. He winks at Gavin and then stands, pushing his boxers down his legs as he moves over to the closet.

Gavin flushes hotly, and sits up slightly when Conner gets off of him and heads for the closet. Conner's reactions were providing a lot of relief from his nerves, but he still couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and jittery. His hand moves down into his lap, and he strokes himself in small movements, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Conner returns with his favorite vibrator, dropping it on the bed next to Gavin. Then he moves to help Gavin out of the rest of his clothes, managing it without dislodging his hand or pushing it away. He kneels on the floor between Gavin's legs, pushing his knees apart and watching Gavin's fingers work on himself, licking his lips. He looks up and catches Gavin's gaze as he leans in, kissing Gavin's fingers before flicking his tongue over the hot red flesh and Gavin's fingers both. He closes his mouth around Gavin's fingers and the skin beneath them, sucking while he wraps his tongue around and between Gavin's fingers.

"A-ah...God, yeah," Gavin says, his breath hissing on the inhale. He removes his fingers from himself to give Conner more room, and lies back on the bed, finding it difficult to stay sitting up while Conner touched him.

"G-god, fuck," he swears, running a hand back through his own hair as he stretches out on the bed. His back arches, and he hooks his ankles behind Conner's back.

"That's good, Conner," he breathes, "That's -- that's really good."

Conner hums in reply, giving Gavin's clit a sucking kiss before he moves back, reaching for the vibrator. At first he just rubs it against Gavin, warming it up a little, but soon he presses it against Gavin's entrance. He uses two fingers to spread him open, slowly working the length of the vibrator into Gavin, using small back-and-forth movements to ensure the toy gets coated in enough of Gavin's fluids to slide easily. Once he's pushed it all the way in he pulls it almost out, fucking Gavin with it for a handful of thrusts and then pausing to turn the vibration function on.

He moves more slowly with the vibrator buzzing away, and leans forward, sucking on Gavin's clit again as he slowly pumps the dildo in and out of Gavin, letting the vibrations do the work.

"O-Oh...oh my God," Gavin groans, his breathing quickly growing heavy. He starts to twitch, and he can't help but move his hips in time with Conner's movements.

"Oh my god, I-I'm gonna --" he huffs, cutting himself off with a sharp whine. He had been on edge, already, but the fact that it hardly takes more than a couple minutes to bring him this close to orgasm almost embarrasses him.

"I-I -- oh, God, Conner, I can't --"

He feels himself tighten around the vibrator, and he covers his mouth with both hands as he lets himself go, twitching and jerking and digging his heels hard into Conner's back.