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It’s almost baffling how many firsts Lambert has experienced since meeting Aiden. When one lives as long as a witcher does there comes a point in your life where you’ve just about done everything. Or, in Lambert’s case, done everything that you want to do, since everything you haven’t was never worth it to begin with.
For example, Lambert never wanted to try Temerian Plum Cordial because it was a drink for women, specifically rich noblewomen, and Lambert doesn’t care for that overly sweet shit anyway. Except it turned out that it was Aiden’s favourite drink, and of course, after experiencing the ensuing onslaught of teasing from his Wolf companion upon finding out, Aiden insisted that he at least give it a try. Lambert refused of course, but the thing about Aiden is, he’s such a pushy bastard it’s almost not worth it because he’ll annoy you until he gets his way. And so, that’s how he found himself staring down the glass bottle in his hands, taking a cautious whiff of the alcohol inside. It smelled sweet enough to make him sick, but wanting Aiden off his back, he took the tiniest sip.
It was good. Not that Lambert was willing to admit that out loud. But it was good enough that in the future he’d steal sips from Aiden’s drink whenever he thought the Cat didn’t notice. (Aiden did notice, but if Lambert wanted to think he was sneaky and enjoy some fine drink once in a while that was no one’s business but his own.) Anyway, the moral of the story was that Lambert experienced something for the first time after living nearly a decade thinking that would never happen again; and it got him thinking: what else is he missing out on?
So firsts become a regular thing during his friendship with Aiden.
The Cat opens Lambert’s world up to thousands of missed possibilities. With Aiden he agrees to eat crab for the first time (why would anyone want to eat an armoured water bug?) and it becomes one of his favourite foods. Aiden introduces Lambert to the joys of visiting a massage parlor, and the benefits it can have for a witcher’s scarred and overly tense body. He shows Lambert a special tea made from mushrooms that gets them both high off their asses.
Aiden becomes Lambert’s first true friend and later his first long-term relationship.
Aiden is also Lambert’s first man.
Now, Lambert has always known that he likes both men and women, though the former involves much more in terms of obstacles, so being with women was just easier. A witcher’s options are limited enough as it is, so he sees no reason to bring more complication into the mix when it’s already hard to get a good fuck now and then. When he was a trainee he’d fooled around with the other boys in his year-- it was common for yearmates to experiment with kissing or hand jobs, expected even. But with men Lambert had never gone farther than that, which made his blossoming relationship one of anxiety and inexperience.
Lambert never told Aiden about his past experience-- or lack thereof-- when it comes to these things. Part of him suspects that Aiden already knows; he takes things as slow as Lambert wants, always asking for his permission before doing anything new, and never commenting on the fact that this is all unfamiliar territory. Even so, Lambert always finds himself a bit taken aback when Aiden initiates something they’ve never done before.
Which is why he nearly jumps out of his skin when they’re making out in their shared room at an inn and Aiden rolls them over so that he’s straddling Lambert, then in a voice sweet as honey murmurs, “I want to fuck you. Can I?”
Lambert is sure he goes positively scarlet. “You-- what?”
The Cat grins, showing off those magnificently pointed teeth. “I wanna have sex with you, Lamb. Like proper fucking. My cock in your ass. You interested or what?”
Lambert gapes at him, caught completely off guard. Is that something he’s interested in? He likes Aiden, sure, and he is more than fine with exchanging the occasional hand or blow job on the Path, but he’s never explored more than that with another man. What would that even be like?
A brief image of Aiden flashes through his mind-- the Cat arched over him, desperate and panting, tanned skin slick with sweat where his chest covers Lambert’s back, fucking him hard and fast into the shitty inn mattress. His cock twitches at the thought, but there's also a sudden uncomfortable pit in his stomach.
Aiden must be able to feel him tense because the other witcher pulls back, giving him space, grin slowly slipping away. “It’s fine if you don’t want to,” he says quickly. “I know I’m not-- It’s just an idea, is all. I’m happy to just keep doing what we’re doing.” He gives Lambert a closed lipped smile, but he can tell there’s hurt beneath it.
Fuck. Shit. No, he fucked up.
“It’s not you, ” the words spill out of Lambert’s mouth faster than he can think of them. “It’s just-- I’ve-- I’ve never been with a man before...in that way.”
“Oh. You’ve never…”
“Y-yeah.”
Fuck, this got awkward fast.
“I see…” He pauses as if considering, then glances back at Lambert through half lidded eyes. “Well you could fuck me if you want.”
That...seems like something Lambert is more comfortable with. “And you know how to…”
Aiden nods. “Mmhmm. It's just like how you would with a woman, really.”
Just like with a woman? It can’t be that bad then. Sex of any kind is usually good after all, and Aiden is...really fucking attractive or whatever, so yeah, why not? He looks to Aiden and licks his lips, mouth suddenly dry and mutters half to himself, “I...guess we could do that.”
The grin that spreads across Aiden’s face can only be described as feral.
And that, is how Lambert finds himself laying on his back with Aiden sucking his cock while he opens himself up from behind.
He doesn’t have a very good view of what Aiden is doing from this position, but it must be pretty good for him because every so often he’ll make a jerking motion like he’s thrusting his fingers deep and makes this breathy little groan that goes straight to Lambert’s dick.
It’s an odd thing for Lambert to think about. He knows what generally happens when two men fuck-- obviously a cock is going up someone’s ass, he just never thought it would be all that great for the person receiving said cock. But that doesn’t seem like a problem for Aiden at all, because he’s sucking Lambert with enthusiasm like never before, and then pausing to rock his hips against his hand and-- well, let’s just say Lambert is going to pack that image away for later.
Just when Lambert feels himself getting close, Aiden pulls off his dick with a wet pop, and flashes him a grin. “Alright,” he says, positioning himself with a leg on either side of Lambert’s lap. “You ready?”
Lambert nods because he doesn’t trust himself to speak without his voice wavering, and Aiden making fun of him is the last thing he needs right now.
A shaky exhale still manages to escape his lips however when Aiden splays a hand in the center of his chest, gently caressing the skin there, thumb swiping along his nipple. “Words, Lam. I need to know that this is something you want, not something you’re just agreeing to.”
“Y-yes.” Gods fucking dammit. “I want it.”
Aiden grins, then presses a quick kiss to Lambert’s panting mouth and grabs his dick, lining it up with his entrance and slowly sinking down.
Lambert’s mouth falls open immediately.
Melitele’s fucking cunt. He did not expect it to feel like that.
He expected it to be good, definitely. Fucking someone always is. But holy fuck Aiden is tight, and his slick heat grips Lambert like a vice, almost making his eyes roll back as the Cat slowly takes Lamberts cock inside him inch by inch. Aiden groans, rocking his hips gently as he sinks down, pausing every so often to kiss Lambert’s throat and jaw.
“Fuck,” Lambert gasps once the Cat is fully seated, and Aiden kisses the spot just above his collarbone. He can feel Aiden’s lips curl into a smile against his skin before he kisses a path up to Lambert’s mouth.
“Good?” the other man purrs, using that honey-sweet voice again and Lambert has to fight from bucking up into him because that voice does things to him.
He takes a few deep, measured breaths, trying to steady himself. “Gods, Aiden, you’re so-- fuck, you feel so good.”
The Cat hums, rocking his hips ever so slightly as he tests the waters and Lambert’s mouth falls open again with a strained, breathy sound. “You too,” Aiden purrs, grinding against Lambert with a slow, drawn-out roll. “You’ve got the prettiest dick, Lamb.” He reaches between them and brushes his fingers across the base of Lambert’s length where it disappears inside him, and Lambert shivers. “Feels so good inside me. Knew it would.”
Lambert is still skeptical that a dick up the ass could feel good in any sense, but Aiden sure does sound convincing.
His head falls back against the pillows as Aiden starts to move. He lifts himself onto his knees, letting Lambert slip out of him about an inch before sinking back down. The Cat sets a slow and gentle pace to start, only lifting himself halfway with each thrust, which is fine by Lambert, because witcher stamina be damned, if Aiden goes any faster he’s sure he’ll spill right then and there.
Lambert has had a lot of sex in his day; witcher mutagens make the urges stronger, and sex is great to help clear the mind, yet somehow this entire experience seems somewhat foreign to him. It’s not even that Aiden is a man that makes it different, it’s just… him.
Lambert likes Aiden. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. The Cat is gorgeous; all tanned skin and thick muscle, but somehow appears almost delicate, and moves with a grace and elegance that Lambert could only dream of replicating. Aiden is smart and funny and doesn’t balk at any of Lambert’s sass and sarcasm, and something about how easily he’s able to express his feelings and desires makes Lambert horny beyond belief. So yeah, Lambert likes Aiden a lot, and he’s afraid of messing this up.
He’s never had a partner that wanted to stick around. He’s used to quick, meaningless fucks out of necessity, not this gentle, careful encounter
But everything feels so intense.
His hands fall to Aiden’s sides, feeling across the smooth skin, urging him closer, fingers digging into the meat of the Cat’s thighs as he lifts and pulls with every grind of Aiden’s hips.
Aiden’s hands wander across Lambert’s chest; he cups the Wolf’s left pectoral and squeezes gently before pinching his nipple, making Lambert groan. Aiden leans down and kisses him, sliding their lips together and pushing his tongue into Lambert’s mouth, eliciting a pleased sound from the other man. Lambert’s always loved kissing, and he never gets to do it enough.
He’s so absorbed in it, in fact, that he doesn’t realize when his hips jolt forward sharply.
Aiden lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
“Shit-- sorry, did I--” Aiden cuts him off with a kiss before he can begin worrying whether or not he hurt his partner.
“That,” Aiden says, breaking the kiss, “is the spot you want, Lamb. Do it again?” Lambert does, and the Cat whines deep in his throat. “Ahh, fuck, yes.” He begins moving faster, lifting himself almost entirely off of Lambert, then grinding back down like a man starved for it.
A broken sound punches from Lambert’s lungs. He’s going to cum, he realizes. Everything feels so good, and he’s going to cum way too fucking soon. He puts a hand on the center of Aiden’s chest, pushing the other man away from his goal of devouring Lambert’s mouth with his lips and tongue. “St-stop.”
All at once, Aiden’s hands leave him, jumping back as if he’d been burned. He freezes in place, a look of panic seeping into his expression. “What’s wrong? What did I do?”
“Just…give me a second.”
That only seems to make the Cat more concerned. “Lambert. Are you okay? You know we can stop if you--”
“No!” Lambert says quickly, wrapping his arms around Aiden and keeping him in place as he feels the Cat shift like he wants to pull away. “No, I’m just-- I’m gonna cum. If you keep going like that.”
The other man visibly relaxes. “Oh,” he says, cupping Lambert’s face in his hands, “is that all? Go ahead then.”
“What.” Lambert blinks, dumbfounded. He doesn’t know what Aiden expected, but he wants to show his partners a good time, not finish a couple of minutes in and leave them wanting. Especially not if it’s Aiden.
“Lambert, I want you to cum when you fuck me.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t…I don’t wanna…” He trails off as he sees Aiden grin wider with each word and the Cat chuckles, pressing a kiss to his nose.
“You dummy. You’ve got nothing to prove to me, Lamb. I just want you.” He grinds their hips together slowly, his smile sharpening as Lambert’s breath hitches. “And with an ass like this… well, I wouldn’t blame you if you did finish early.”
“Aiden…”
Aiden curls his arms around Lambert’s shoulders and lies back against the bed, taking the Wolf with him so that their positions are reversed. “Now, c’mon,” he murmurs, “fuck me like you mean it.”
Gods, he adores this man.
And of course, Lambert could hardly refuse a request like that, so he does as Aiden says and is quickly rewarded by a litany of moans and fucking feral growls that spur him on even further. The Cat wraps his legs around Lambert’s waist, urging him closer still as he rocks back against each thrust.
This kind of sex may be unfamiliar territory, but if there’s one thing Lambert does know, it’s how to fuck. He drives his hips forward, arching over Aiden as the slap of skin fills the room. He changes the angle slightly with every thrust, searching for that spot that makes Aiden writhe and shiver. It only takes a few tries to find it again, and when he does, Lambert abuses it relentlessly.
On the bed, one of Aiden’s hands finds him and he laces their fingers together. “ Lambert,” he groans. “Yeah, that’s-- mmm, yeah, right there.” He reaches his other hand between them and takes hold of his dick, stripping it in time with the other man’s rhythm. Lambert takes notice of this and quickly swats Aiden’s hand away, replacing it with his own.
He kisses Aiden’s neck and shoulders, pressing him further against the mattress so that he can better hit that spot within him. He can feel himself nearing his peak once more and he buries his face in the crook of the Cat witcher’s neck as the roll of his hips seem to take on a mind of its own.
Aiden runs a hand through Lambert’s hair, raking his nails along the Wolf’s scalp in the way he likes. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, digging his heels into Lambert’s back. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“You gonna cum for me, Lamb? Gonna fill me up and mark me as yours?”
“Fuck, Aiden.” How can the Cat say such filthy things without being embarrassed? And how does he make it look so easy?
“Fuck yeah, you are,” Aiden moans, babbling now. “C’mon, I wanna feel you for days. I wanna-- ahh, ah, fuck.” He peaks suddenly, coating Lambert’s hand as he jerks him through it. At the same time Aiden clenches around him and Lambert groans feeling silky heat squeeze and twitch around his dick.
In the end, Aiden cumming is all it takes for Lambert to spill himself. He mouths at the Cat’s neck blindly as his hips stutter, pleasure whiting out his vision as he grinds his release in slow circles. He’s vaguely aware of Aiden stroking his hair and sides, murmuring sweet words against his skin-- it always takes him a while to come down afterwards. When Lambert finally does regain his senses, he’s collapsed on top of the other man and Aiden is sucking marks into his neck.
He pauses as Lambert shifts against him, smiling softly as he lifts his head. “Hey. Back with me?”
Lambert hums. His arms and legs feel like jelly as he slowly props himself up and carefully pulls his softening dick out of Aiden. Something primal and dark twists in his gut as he sees evidence of himself leak out. He flops down next to Aiden on his back and the Cat witcher immediately tucks into his side and resumes his task of painting Lambert's neck purple.
“So?” Aiden says, pressing a kiss to the spot beneath Lambert’s jaw. “What did we think?”
“It was amazing,” Lambert admits, turning to face him. He cups Aiden’s jaw, guiding him into a gentle kiss. “You’re amazing.”
That makes the other man smile. “I take it there will be repeat encounters in the future?”
“Oh, we are so doing that again.”
Aiden smiles even wider. “Well…we’ve got the entire night…”
Lambert just kisses him.