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The whole night has felt like a dream, like Herm is walking on clouds or playing in the stars.
From the moment Chad showed up at the doorstep to Herm’s grandma’s house with a dozen, orange roses, to after they’d left the cozy, little restaurant together and Chad had led him by the hand back to his apartment, and all of the kisses and flirting and compliments in between, Herm has been floating on thin air, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s actually on a date with Chad.
It’s even harder to believe when they’re finally in Chad’s apartment, and Chad has Herm naked in his bed, his binder off, freeing his small breasts, and his plush thighs spread apart to reveal his slick, pink cunt.
“God, just look at you, baby boy,” Chad purrs, his eyes tracing down every inch of Herm’s body like he’s savoring the sight of it. It makes Herm blush a blotchy, rosy red from the apples of his damp cheeks down to his chest. “So sweet and soft and beautiful for me.”
Chad ducks down to press a few, surprisingly chaste kisses to Herm’s already kiss-swollen lips, his mouth soft and warm against Herm’s own, and Herm melts into it like snow in the spring, his hands cupping Chad’s stubbled jaw and holding him close. A small plume of steam unfurls where they touch, sizzling in the quiet of the night.
“You’re just perfect,” Chad murmurs against Herm’s lips, and Herm can’t help the pleased, little whine that bubbles up in his throat.
“C-Chad- Please, I need-”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Let me take care of you.”
Herm nods, and then squeaks in surprise as Chad deepens the kiss, his hot, wet tongue tracing the curve of Herm’s bottom lip before nipping at it playfully with his teeth.
“Just relax for me, yeah?”
Herm nods at that, and parts his lips to allow Chad to slip his tongue into his mouth.
As they kiss, slow and deep and messy, Chad’s hands wander down Herm’s body, cupping one of his breasts in a large, warm hold and rolling his nipple beneath his thumb as the other hand slips between his legs, where Herm is already wet and wanting.
“Oh, droplet… You’re just soaked for me, aren’t you?” Chad asks teasingly, sounding all too pleased to find Herm a mess.
“I, um- It’s the- the powers-” Herm tries to explain, but the words die on his tongue as Chad traces two fingers up through the gathered slick between Herm’s lips to rub a small circle around his clit, his touch burning like the fire that he wields so effortlessly.
A shaky moan flows out of Herm, and his hips rock up eagerly into the touch, his cunt growing wetter. His inexperience as a virgin is painfully obvious by the way his body reacts.
But Chad, mercifully, doesn’t tease– that much.
“You’re so, so cute,” he coos with a small, fond laugh, and Herm buries his face in his hands, flustered, even as the sound leaves warmth blossoming in his abdomen. “I hardly even touched you, baby.”
Herm peeks through the gaps in his fingers to watch Chad’s face as he stutters, “I-I don’t- I’ve never- This is my first time…”
Chad blinks at him, and a glimmer of something akin to wonder flashes in his amber eyes, wild and bright in the soft, golden glow of the lamplight.
“And you want me to be the first person to fuck you?”
There’s an almost reverent tone to his rich, smooth voice that leaves Herm’s breath hitching in his throat and his heart beating harder against his ribcage. It’s like Chad can’t believe that Herm would bestow a gift like this upon him, and Herm wants to reassure him however he can, to promise Chad that he can have all of him.
“Y-Yeah… Yes. Please. I-If you would also like- want to do that. With me.”
With a soft sigh of a breath, Chad sinks down and presses a kiss to Herm’s chest that simply oozes affection and tenderness, and whispers, “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
It makes Herm feel all warm and gooey and sappy inside, and he goes pliant against the bedsheets, fully offering himself up to Chad as he murmurs, “Okay.”
Chad smiles and cups Herm’s cheek, laying a syrupy-sweet kiss to his lips as his hand slides between his wet thighs again to begin massaging Herm’s clit in earnest.
A high, needy whimper blooms out of Herm’s throat as Chad rubs teasingly-slow circles around the bud of nerves, and Chad hushes him with another kiss and a quiet, “I’ve got you, angel.”
Herm just nods, and goes boneless and brainless against the bed, trembling as Chad touches him like he’s something precious, something to be adored.
Pleasure trickles throughout every inch of his body, molasses-slow and just as sticky-sweet, and it only takes an embarrassingly-short amount of time before Herm is feeling dreamy and dizzy with it, his hips humping Chad’s fingertips clumsily and his hands scrabbling at Chad’s thick, hairy pecs for support, catching on his silvery, surgical scars and the shimmering, golden jewelry pierced through his nipples.
“C-Chad,” he whines. “I think- I’m gonna-”
“It’s okay, baby,” Chad hums, stroking Herm faster and kissing the curve of his pale neck. “Go ahead and come for me.”
It’s all the permission that Herm needs to buck his hips one last time and gush into Chad’s hand with a cry, his first orgasm in quite some time rolling through him as the heat in his belly blooms fully.
Chad strokes him through it, whispering soft praise and encouragement as Herm rides it out, until he’s finally stopped shaking and goes limp beneath Chad.
Herm is still catching his breath as Chad grins lightly and says, “I probably should’ve figured you were a squirter, but that was awfully fast, Hermy.”
Embarrassment rushes over Herm, and he blushes cherry-red and attempts to hide his face in Chad’s pillow as Chad laughs.
“I didn’t mean to- Not that quick, anyways. I’m sorry- I-”
“Hush. You don’t have to be sorry, I’m just teasing. Besides, it was kinda hot.”
Herm chances a glance back at Chad with a pout, but finds no trace of mockery on his face. If anything, Chad is looking at him like he’s a dessert that he can’t wait to devour, his expression hungry and devoted as he rubs his hands down Herm’s chest and sinks his fingertips into the soft layer of fat that cushions his stomach.
“Now, do you need a break, or can I fuck you already?” Chad purrs, and Herm’s breath hitches in his throat.
Oh.
Herm almost feels the need to pinch himself and make sure that he’s not dreaming.
(Though, he guesses that if he is dreaming, he doesn’t really want to wake up, anyways. This is the kind of thing that he’s fantasized about since first joining the Z-Team, after all.)
Instead, he wraps his lanky arms around Chad’s shoulders and pulls him closer, until their noses bump and Herm can feel Chad’s warm breath wash over his lips. His fingers slide into Chad’s long, dark hair, pulling it loose from the elastic band holding it in a ponytail, and he feels a small thrill as Chad’s hair tumbles loose around him, curtaining the two of them in their own little sanctuary.
Herm bites his bottom lip, tasting the words as they dance on the tip of his tongue, sweet like sugar, before he says them.
“P-Please fuck me.”
Chad’s eyes go wide for a moment as the words sink in for him, his gaze fiery and intense, and then he’s kissing Herm like he’s a breath of fresh air and Chad has been suffocating.
It pulls another squeak of surprise out of Herm, but it only takes mere seconds for him to melt into the passionate kiss, his hands traveling down the planes of Chad’s muscled back as their lips part and their tongues meet, messy and hot and perfect. Chad tastes like the expensive champagne he ordered with dinner mixed with the rich, dark chocolate from dessert, and Herm savors the sweetness even as Chad bites at his bottom lip, a small twinge of pain in the midst of sheer adoration.
Chad’s hands trail down every inch of Herm’s body he can reach, steam hissing in his wake as the heat of his palms burns through the rivulets of water clinging to Herm’s chest, his hips, his thighs, groping him openly and shamelessly, as he growls against Herm’s lips.
“You’re gonna look so pretty around my cock, baby boy, all fucked full and still begging me for more. You’re gonna be such a good, little boy for me, aren’t you? So sweet and lovely, just for me.”
The praise goes straight to Herm’s clit, and a moan that’s more akin to a sob is punched out of him, ringing out as clear as a bell in the quiet of the evening. He nods, so eager to please Chad, to be good for him, to be his, that it almost feels like Herm can’t breathe.
“Y-Yes, I- I will, I promise, j-just please-”
Chad grins at Herm’s desperation, wide and toothy, before sinking two long, calloused fingers into the wet, velvet heat of his cunt, leaning in to whisper in Herm’s ear, “Good boy.”
It’s all that Herm can do not to cry as Chad’s digits fill him up, brushing warmly against his sensitive inner walls as he slides in until he’s sheathed to the knuckle. Instead, he moans as his back arches off of the bed and his hips roll down into Chad’s hand, seeking more of his delicious touch.
“So, so eager for me,” Chad hums as he slips his fingers back out in a slow drag just to thrust back in, and Herm swears that he can see stars. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
Chad’s touch is molten gold as he curls and scissors and thrusts his fingers, seeking out all of the spots within Herm that make him whine and whimper as he sucks blossoming pink and red marks into the pale skin of his throat. He’s taking his time, making sure Herm is thoroughly prepared, and Herm is all too happy to lavish in his attention, breathing out a happy, little gasp as Chad kisses above his fluttering pulse and adds a third finger.
“Chad!”
Chad smiles against the curve of Herm’s neck, waiting patiently until Herm has relaxed again to curl his fingers, his fingertips brushing against a particular, spongy spot inside of Herm as his thumb finds his clit again.
The pleasure that floods through Herm is enough to steal his breath straight out of his lungs, and this time, he does tear up, heat pricking at the corners of his eyes as he cries out a shaky sob.
Chad shushes him softly, gently, his free hand petting Herm’s hip warmly as Herm struggles to catch his breath.
“Aw, pretty baby,” Chad coos, extracting himself from the crook of Herm’s neck to look into his watery, grey eyes. There’s a hint of amusement– but also one of care– laced in his voice as he asks, “Is that too much for you?”
Herm is quick to shake his head, unsure how he can live without this pleasure now that he’s experienced it for the first time. It’s like Chad has stoked a fire deep within Herm, and Herm is pretty sure that he’d be completely fine with letting it burn him from the inside out.
“N-No! I mean- I’m good! Please, don’t stop- I need-”
“More?” Chad finishes his sentence for him as he reaches to wipe away a stray tear from Herm’s cheek.
“Yes. Please.”
To Herm’s utter dismay, Chad chooses that moment to slide his fingers out of Herm and pull his hand away.
Herm blinks tearily in confusion, a small whine leaving his throat as his dazed, lust-addled brain tries to work out what he did or said wrong to get Chad to stop touching him, but Chad only shushes him with a kiss and reaches over to rummage around in his nightstand before pulling something out with a triumphant grin.
Oh.
In Chad’s hands is a smooth, crimson, strapless vibrator, long and thick and curved delicately in the shaft, and a tiny, matching remote.
His cock.
Herm blushes nearly as red as the toy.
“I’m sure that I could fuck you with my fingers, and you’d come so prettily for me,” Chad starts, laying one hand on his own thigh and dragging it up, up, up, until his fingers are sliding through the thick, dark curls between his legs to frame his hard, flushed cock, “but I’m getting worked up too, babe.”
Herm swallows hard, his eyes transfixed on Chad as he curls two fingers and his thumb around the length of his dick and slowly strokes himself, a deep, beautiful groan falling from his perfect lips at the touch. Chad’s eyes slip shut and his head tips back, a look of sheer bliss on his face as rolls his hips into his own hand, before he suddenly opens his hot, amber eyes again, staring down at Herm.
“Just look at what you do to me, droplet. I’m a mess.”
Herm’s head spins at the words and the sight before him, and he reaches out with a shaky hand to touch the trail of dark hair on Chad’s abs, drawing another groan from his throat, before carefully letting his fingers brush even further down to where Chad is hard and waiting.
“Fuck…” Chad hisses as Herm brushes against the head of his cock, and Chad pulls his hand back to make room for Herm as he takes Chad’s place, stroking up his length slowly as he watches Chad’s face. “Yeah, just like that, baby boy…”
It’s just as heady of a feeling to be touching Chad as it is to be touched by him. His cock is hot and wet and hard beneath Herm’s fingers, and Herm’s heart races with each stroke of his length, every pleased sound that leaves Chad’s mouth in between purrs of praise.
“You’re so good, Hermy– exactly how I dreamt you would be.”
And, oh, how that knowledge hits Herm like a ton of bricks.
“Y-You’ve dreamt about- about me?” he asks in sheer wonder, his adoration clear in his voice, and maybe it’s the steam in the room or the fact that Herm’s hand is currently on his cock, but Herm swears he can see a faint flush on Chad’s cheeks.
“All the time,” Chad admits. “I think about you when I’m awake, too. You’re in my head, every second of every day.”
“Me, too,” Herm breathes. “I- I think about you, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” Chad asks, gently tugging Herm’s hand away from his dick and shifting the toy in his hands. Smoothly, as if he’s had years of practice, Chad brings the base of the toy between his legs and slips it without any trouble into his soaked cunt, until the toy is flush with his body, the long cock jutting out from in front of his pelvis. He’s breathtaking like this, and Herm is sure that the sight will be imprinted on his mind forever. “What do you think about me, baby?”
“I think about- about this,” Herm confesses shyly, “but also about k-kissing you. A lot. And being held by you, and- and holding your hand.”
Chad’s eyes widen just slightly in surprise, and this time, Herm knows that he’s blushing, a faint pink spilling over his nose and cheeks in the soft light of the bedroom as Chad starts to smoke, just a little.
“Wow, that’s… genuinely very sweet, you big sap.”
Chad scoots forward on the bed, lifting Herm’s slender legs to place them around his toned waist, and Herm feels his stomach swoop pleasantly as Chad’s cock bumps against his wet folds, the smooth silicone rubbing lightly on his clit.
“Just so you know,” Chad murmurs, voice suddenly soft and low as he lines himself up with Herm’s cunt, “I think about that, too.”
Herm doesn’t even get a chance to process the confession before Chad is beginning to slide inside of him, his cock stretching out and filling up Herm perfectly.
Herm cries out and wraps his arms around Chad’s neck as Chad slides in to the hilt with little trouble, his hips flush with Herm’s, stilling as he gives Herm a chance to adjust to the feeling. Chad is long and thick and hard, and buried so deep inside of Herm that stars flash behind his eyelids, bright and beautiful, even as Chad simply sits in place.
Chad smooths Herm’s hair, damp with water and sweat, back from his forehead and places a kiss on his lips as he coos, “That’s it, baby. You’re being such a good boy for Daddy.”
Herm breathes a broken moan, and tangles his fingers in Chad’s dark hair as he buries his face in his neck, breathing in the spicy, cinnamon scent of his cologne. He hopes that Chad doesn’t notice how weak he is to the words, but of course, he has no such luck.
“Oh? You like that?” Chad laughs, slowly sliding out of Herm only to thrust back inside, pushing impossibly deeper this time as he grabs Herm’s hips. “You like being Daddy’s good boy? You like being stuffed full of Daddy’s cock?”
Herm gasps and hides further in the crook of Chad’s neck, the heat from his cheeks almost rivaling the warmth of Chad’s skin, but despite himself, he finds himself nodding. There’s no point in lying about it, not when every inch of his body is betraying him already. Not when it’s Chad that he’s dealing with.
“Oh, baby boy,” Chad purrs, reverent, like Herm has just given him a present. “Daddy’s gonna spoil you rotten.”
Herm, still hiding his face, can’t see as Chad fiddles with the little remote in his hand, but he certainly feels it when Chad’s cock starts to vibrate inside of him, a low, rumbling buzz to start, before he takes hold of Herm’s hips again and begins a slow, steady pace thrusting in to him.
“O-Oh my god!”
The feeling is almost too much for Herm. He can feel every, single inch of Chad’s dick dragging against the walls of his cunt, smooth and rumbling, as he pulls out and rolls his hips back in, just as teasingly, just as deep. Every thrust is unlike anything Herm’s ever felt before, more than he ever dreamed it would be, and it’s all that Herm can do to cling to Chad, lanky limbs wrapping around his body tightly, and moan freely as Chad fucks him.
“You’re taking my cock so well, sweetheart,” Chad groans, and Herm realizes with a start that the toy is vibrating for Chad, too, buzzing away where it’s buried in his cunt. Chad’s hips rock forward again as he hums, “Your pretty, little cunt feels so good around my dick. You look so good like this, angel, so sexy.”
Herm has been called many things in his life, but “sexy” hasn’t been one of them. The fact that Chad of all people is the first person to call him that, to really believe it, leaves Herm clenching down around Chad with a cry.
His second orgasm of the night is more of a surprise than the first one, but is no less intense and perfect. Again, he simply gushes around Chad’s cock, feeling the vibrations and fullness deep in his core, and again, pleasure and heat flood throughout his body, beautiful and bright. He grips Chad tight enough to bruise, and Chad holds him tighter in turn, fucking him through it as he comes until he’s stopped shaking and is simply shivering in Chad’s arms.
“Fuck, Hermy,” Chad murmurs, and Herm whimpers weakly against his neck, still coming down from his high. Vaguely, he’s aware of Chad going still for a moment to let him rest, his hands rubbing soothing circles into his hips as he whispers, “You’re just perfect.”
Herm noses against Chad’s throat and presses a somewhat-clumsy kiss to his skin, his brain feeling like mush and his body like jelly.
“Chad…” he whispers dreamily, dazed and warm, his head feeling like it’s stuffed with cotton. “D-Daddy…”
Chad’s cock is still vibrating inside of Herm’s cunt, and his body flutters around it, still interested even after a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” Chad says again, like he can feel Herm clenching down on him. His hand finds Herm’s hair, his fingers curling in his wet locks and tugging gently, until Herm’s face is away from his neck and in front of him instead. “You still want more, don’t you?”
There’s an eager glint in Chad’s eyes, like he’s praying that Herm will say yes, as he studies Herm’s face, gaze drifting from his pink lips to his even pinker cheeks to his grey eyes, hazy with a soft, safe feeling that Herm cannot name. Herm feels like he’s wrapped in clouds, like he’s curled up in a warm blanket just before drifting off to sleep, and he’s just as eager too, to give Chad everything that he wants, even if it’s just Herm himself, to be good and sweet and perfect for him.
So, slowly, he closes the gap between them and kisses Chad, wanting, yearning, for his touch.
Chad takes that as all the permission he needs to kiss Herm back and start fucking him again, slow and easy at first, before his thrusts grow harder, faster, hungry. Herm can feel him pawing at the bedsheets and it isn’t until the vibrations inside of him intensify that Herm realizes Chad was searching for the remote again to turn things up for the both of them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chad hisses, at the same that Herm moans, loud and long, and suddenly, there’s a brightness and heat in the room that wasn’t there before. Herm opens his bleary eyes, and gasps as he sees the blaze rolling off of Chad’s shoulders and down the smooth planes of his back, flames licking up towards the ceiling, painting the room in bright oranges and reds.
But Herm doesn’t get burned. Instead, the water on his skin smothers the flames where he touches Chad’s skin until it’s just steam and smoke that puffs up around his limbs, even as the fire blazes on other parts of Chad’s body.
He’s completely safe with Chad, like they were made for each other.
The thought lingers in Herm’s mind as Chad ruts into him, deeper and deeper, angling his hips so that he hits that spongy spot inside of Herm again, over and over, until Herm is crying out from the pleasure. Chad is seeking his own orgasm just as much as Herm’s, but he still focuses all of his attention on Herm, laying on the praise and affection thick as he grinds into Herm’s cunt and rubs at his clit.
“That’s it, Hermy,” he coos, voice ragged and rough from being so tantalizingly close. “That’s a pretty baby. Come for me, sweetheart. Come for Daddy.”
Chad thrusts once, twice, three times, and that’s all it takes for Herm to come again, tipping over the edge into pleasure with a cry of Chad’s name, making an even bigger mess of them both and the bedsheets. Chad follows closely behind, grinding into Herm until he too comes with a long, low groan, his fingers gripping Herm’s hips hard enough that he’s sure to leave bruises.
It takes a few, quiet moments until they both come back down, but Herm is perfectly happy where he is, pressed against Chad’s chest with his still cock in his cunt. It’s warm, even as the fire around Chad dies down to embers, and Herm feels just as warm inside, affection and love filling him up as Chad peppers lazy kisses all over Herm’s lips and face. Herm giggles cutely, and basks in the affection until Chad finally pulls back with a hum, sliding out of Herm and removing the toy from himself before turning it off and laying it on the ruined bedsheets.
Chad nuzzles into Herm’s neck, his stubble tickling Herm enough to pull a tired laugh from him, and murmurs, “Damn, Hermy, that was good.”
“Y-Yeah?” Herm asks, his fingers finding Chad’s hair again and petting gently.
“Yeah,” Chad laughs, before pulling back with a grin. “I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”
Herm simply blushes and smiles, all too happy to be Chad’s.
Chad presses one more kiss to Herm’s lips before pushing himself up on the mattress, sitting up and rolling his shoulders out before turning to Herm again.
“Now, let’s get you in the bath, and get you some food and something to drink.”
Herm flushes, a tender feeling coursing through him, and quickly says, “You don’t have to- to do all of that-”
“Please, Hermy. I may not look like it, but I’m a gentleman, and you are someone who just came three times. Let me take care of you, yeah?”
“O-Okay.”
Soon enough, Herm finds himself in a hot bath, dozing off as Chad massages soap into his back and kisses his neck. It’s surprisingly domestic, and Herm secretly thrills at the attention, all through his bath and even as Chad is drying him off, brushing out his hair, and dressing him in a pair of Chad’s own briefs and a loose t-shirt.
It isn’t long after that that Herm finds himself wrapped in clean sheets, sipping tea and being fed a snack right out of Chad’s hands, until he’s all finished, and they’re cuddling up in bed together, Herm pressed tight against Chad’s heart as they drift off to sleep.