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Anxious as we both are and sore as my feet are, Jack doesn't put up too much of a fight when I insist on using the app on my phone to call us a car. I spend the whole ride back to Chelsea with one hand wrapped tight in Jack's and trying not too fidget too much with the other. Butterflies are downright having a dance party in my belly, but it's not the sort of nerves I used to get before games or even the ones I'd get before checking practice.

No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.

Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.

Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.

It's a nice distraction.

"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"

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His fingers are still inside me, which is about all I can register for a moment as I blink up at the ceiling, my entire body buzzing. I nearly feel like I'm floating, which isn't entirely new - this is hardly the first time Jack's made me come, after all. But there's an undercurrent there, too. Because I know we're not done yet. I know this is only the start.

"Oh my God," is still about all I can manage when I tip my head down to look at him, shuddering slightly when I feel him spread his fingers inside me and I just picture what it is he's said. "You-- You should try. Or just. Just get inside me. Please, Jack."

"Hold on just a little longer, mon chou," I murmur, laying a line of gentle kisses along his cheek and down to his mouth as I slowly press three fingers into him. It's a tight fit, but I don't feel like I'm forcing anything. They slide right in and I sigh contently against his mouth before starting to move them in and out. "Mm, how's that? Almost ready for me, Bits?"

Despite how patient and gentle Jack's being with his light kisses and soft words, it still hurts a little when he slides a third finger in. It's not excruciating by any means, but there's a burn and I feel all my muscles wind tight for a second, my hands gripping his arms.

"Jack." It comes out like a whine before I force myself to take a breath, force myself to relax.

His lips are still brushing the corner of my mouth and I finally manage a nod as the pain begins to slide away. "That's-- It's good. God, it's good, Jack. Please."

"Yeah, babe. You feel amazing," I tell him, licking at the corner of his mouth before kissing his chin. I move my fingers in and out slowly, waiting until they move easily before slowly withdrawing them and wiping my fingers on the corner of the sheets before grabbing a pillow and sliding it under his hips.

My heart is beating in my chest and I don't really know what I'm doing, but all I want to do is make this good for him. I want it to be amazing.

I take the lube again and slick my cock before leaning over him, bracing myself with my palm on the bed next to his head. "You know I love you, right? I love you."

It's hard not to whine when I feel him slide his fingers out, hard not to feel both relieved and disappointed at the sudden lack of them inside me. My muscles clench again, this time around nothing at all and it's weird to feel so empty.

Blinking my eyes open again, I peer down to watch him slicking himself up, his thick fingers wrapped around his thick length and-- oh goodness, we really are doing this. He's gonna be inside me.

Something about the way he looms over me then is somehow calming though and suck in a breath as I lift my hands to sides, feeling up all that smooth skin in muscle. There's so much sheer power in every inch of Jack. It should be intimidating. I know it used to be. But I also know Jack would never knowingly do a single thing to ever hurt me and that makes all the difference.

"I love you," I tell him right back and it feels like the most honest thing I've ever said. I take another breath then and spread my legs wider still, hooking one foot behind his butt so he knows I mean business. "I love you so much, Jack. And I want you so, so badly."

My breath punches out of my lungs when he wraps his leg around me, and I know that he wants to do this. He may be nervous, and so am I, but he wants this. He wants me. Sometimes it's still so overwhelming to look at Bittle and know that, for some reason, he loves me. Sometimes it seems too good to be true, but I trust him. Even with my anxious and traitorous mind, I believe him.

"Okay, I've got you. If you want to stop, we'll stop, oui? Just tell me," I murmur, fingers trembling as I wrap my fingers around my cock. Rolling my hips forward, I nudge the slick head of my cock against his hole, and even that has me letting out a guttural moan. I still have no idea how I'll fit, but I will. I just have to go slow and be patient, and it will be more than worth it. "Here we go. Je t'aime, mon chou."

With a deep breath, I slowly press the head of my cock inside of him, moving as slowly as I possibly can. There's a finite tremble in my muscles from the effort of keeping so still, and I watch his face with wide blue eyes as I move. Slowly, so slowly sinking into his body. It's tighter than I even imagined, but slick and warm and so, so perfect.

Swallowing tightly, I nod up at him, my breath hitching again when I feel just the tip of him nudging against me. That, just by itself, feels really good and I let my hips roll upward a little, searching for more, my eyes falling wide when I hear what sort of sound that pulls from Jack's throat.

And then he's finding the right angle and just-- he's going in.

Everything sharpens to a white-hot pain for a second, every muscle in my body going tight as I gasp and hold on. But Jack stills right away, waits as I force myself to relax again, eyes closed as I find my breathing. And then he's moving again, pushing in further bit by bit. It's more intense than anything I've ever felt before, more than I think I ever would have guessed and it's like I'm being split apart and filled so full at the same time.

He's not even in all the way when I suck in a sharp breath, still staring up at him. "Jack," I breathe, barely more than a whisper, my hands still curled tight around his upper arms. "Jack, is it-- oh my God, you're huge."

Even if my brain was running at full capacity, which in this moment it definitely is not, I don't think I could ever find the words to describe how good this feels. I've never been this close to another person, both physically and emotionally, and the way that Bits' eyes widen and his mouth falls open on a gasp as I push inside of him will be forever burned into my memory.

His muscles tense and it hurts, pulling a gasp from my lips as he tightens down around my cock, but I take a breath and wait it out. I know that he must be in pain and I hate that, even knowing that I did all I could do lessen the sting. It's an inevitable part of this, and I can do is be patient and hold still as he adjusts even though my body is crying out for me to sink in deeper.

"I'm not sure if this is one of those moments where I'm supposed to be humble," I say with a breathless chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. I want to distract him from the pain, and give him time to adjust. "Just keep holding onto me, and tell me when. Or-- is it too much?"

The press of his mouth against mine is a welcome distraction, his lips muffling the quiet, hitched whines that keep pushing free of my throat. Quickly, I shake my head at his question before sucking in another breath, my lips still pressed to his. Everything feels like too much in this moment, but not in a bad way. I certainly don't want him to pull out.

"No, just-- Just gimme a second," I tell him with a quiet laugh. And, thing is, I know Jack will give me all the time I need. All I need to do is concentrate on how warm he is, how his body is like some kind of shelter around me. All I need to do is remind myself the pain will fade and everything will get so much better.

After a few slow breaths, I can feel the sting start to ebb a bit and I manage another kiss to Jack's lips before I nod a little, sliding one hand up to the back of his neck as I whisper, "Okay, uhm. Maybe... maybe keep going? Just-- slow still, please."

"You can have all the seconds," I breathe out, muscles tensing as I hold myself up over him. His hands roam over my body but I don't so much as twitch until he gives me to okay to move again. My knee settles into the bed and I slowly, so slowly press forward until my cock sinks in deeper. I wait until he exhales and slide in deeper, and eventually I'm buried as deep as I can go. "There, that's all of it. God, Bits. You feel incredible."

And then I pause again, because I know the intrusion must take some getting used to. Part of me is still so amazed that Bittle's body could make so much room for me, letting me fill up his empty spaces.

There's already sweat at my temples and the small of my back, and the heat in my belly licks upwards and constricts my lungs. It's so much, so amazing, and I tremble as I kiss him again.

I honestly can't believe how much of him there is. He starts moving again, sliding in deeper bit by bit and it's a wonder I'm not splitting in right in two. I'm still struggling to catch my breath when he stops and I can feel his his pelvis flush against my bottom and I know he's all the way in, that he's filling me up.

"Oh my God," I breath, shaking a little and so, so grateful when he leans down to press a shaky kiss to my lips. It's a nice distraction and I curl one trembling leg tighter around his waist as I wait for everything to adjust.

The kiss is sort of sloppy, sort of shaky, but it helps relax everything and I smooth my hands higher over his shoulders. "God, you feel... Jack." There are no words to describe how good it is, how full I am. The pain is easing little by little as I suck in breath after breath and finally manage a, "Please... please start moving."

The muscles in my core actually ache from trying so hard to keep myself still, but all of my attention is focused on the place where our bodies meet. I've never felt a sensation like this. Even slapping the puck towards the net for a game winning shot at the buzzer doesn't come close to comparing. He's vice-tight and molten hot, and I feel like I can barely breath as he draws me in not just with his body but with his everything. His eyes are big and brown and so fucking vulnerable, and I feel like I've just been given the world.

He tells me to move and I do, gasping as I roll my hips and sink into his body again. There's a sound ringing in my ears, quiet over the rush of blood, and it takes a moment for me to realize that it's my own voice that I'm hearing. Desperate French rolls off of my tongue and then it's just his name over and over, like nothing else even matters. "Bitty."

Jack eases his hips back and I can feel every inch of him as he slides out and then back in. It's the strangest feeling, almost uncomfortable, but I just can't get over the fact that he's inside me. That and the sound of his voice saying my name like that is just... I'm not sure he's ever sounded like he does right now, like he's as overwhelmed as I am.

Not to mention the French falling from his lips, oh my goodness.

"Jack," I breathe again, my voice hitching as he starts up a slow rhythm, every slow roll sending every nerve in my body on fire. "Oh, Jack. Oh my God." I'm useless like this, I know, just lying back and letting him rock into me, but I can't manage to do anything else but hold one, me knees up high and body curved, my hands grabbing tight to his shoulders.

And then he shifts just a little, changes the angle inside and my eyes snap open as pure heat shoots down my spine. I know just what he's hit and it's so astoundingly intense that I can't help the sound I make, my eyes wide as I try to hold on. "Fuck," cry out, lost in the sensation as I stare up at him, angling as best I can to make sure he hits that same spot again. "Oh God, please. Please, please, Jack. It's so good."

"I've got you, mon chou," I murmur, even though I feel close to falling apart myself. But he's trembling in my arms and his eyes are so big and dark, and I feel like I'm drowning in his gaze. I cling to him and roll my hips again, doing my best to hit that same spot. His reaction is like something out of a dream, unbelievably beautiful, and I never want him to stop looking like that.

And so I don't stop. I hold onto him and I sink in again and again, moving just a little faster and thrusting just a little harder, and I lean down to swallow up all the noises he's making in a deep, messy kiss.

"I want to know what it feels like when you come," I whisper, first in French and then again in English. I can only imagine how amazing it'll feel, how tight he'll get. "I want to see it so bad, Bits."

My face feels hot for so many reason, the least of which being that I've used a word I almost never ever use. But, frankly, I'm not sure I can be blamed. It's just... it's all so good. Everything feels so, so good.

He's still moving, rocking his hips back and then forward, sinking into me each time, filling me up and splitting me in two. All I can do it cling to him, desperate to hold on as my legs start to shake. Every other thrust or so, he hits that spot inside me, makes my breath catch and my nerves explode and I don't know how I can be so hard without him even touching me, but I already feel so close to the edge, can feel my come leaking from the tip to pool on my belly.

"Jack," I whine when he murmurs something in French. But then he tries in English and I'm whining for a while different reason.

"I can't-- I don't--" Because as good as it all is, I don't think I can come like this.

It's so easy to just get lost in this though and I keep one hand locked around the back of his neck, keeping him close as I breathe into his open mouth, swallowing every punched exhale as he rocks in deep. "You... you first, okay?" I manage finally, squeezing my thighs around him and rolling my hips upward. "Come inside me. Please."

"Merde," I groan, feeling all of the air leave my lungs as I thrust in deep. His cock is leaking between our bellies and I work my hand between us to wrap it around his cock. My hands still carry the callouses of a hockey player and I've always kind of liked the way they feel when I jerk off, and I can only hope that Bits feels the same. There hasn't been any complaints, at least, and his dick slides easily through the tight grip of my fist. "Me first, and then you."

It's not like it will take much effort. All I have to do is watch his face, his wide amber eyes and swollen cherry lips as I sink into his body. It's like we're one entity, almost like I won't be the same after this. I won't be the same, not at all. You can't feel something as amazing and intimate and perfect as this and not be a changed man, at least a little.

I stroke his cock in time with my thrusts and I stop holding back, letting my orgasm crash over me like a wave. I come like a shot, dick pulsing as I empty myself-- god, inside of him. It takes everything, every ounce of strength I have, to keep rocking my hips. The sensation makes me whimper and I work my hand around his cock, trying to coax his orgasm out of him with a pleading little whine. "Now, Bitty."

I hadn't really meant it as a challenge, but it's almost like Jack takes it that way anyway, his eyes going wide as he punches his hips forward, burying himself so deep inside me. And then he has a hand around me too, in a tight grip that has every muscle in my body winding tight.

"Oh," I breathe when he starts stroking me in time with his thrusting, every movement making electric shocks zing up my spine. I've never in my life felt something like this before, never felt anything even half as good and it's all I can do to keep clinging to Jack's broad shoulders, to just let myself feel.

I'm getting close, can feel it in the way my balls are drawing up tight and every muscle in my body is starting to clench. But Jack gets there first, his face contorting in a way I've seen before, though never quite like this. He's... amazing. That's the only word for it. He's amazing and beautiful and he loves me. He whines my name, his hand still tight around me, and my whole back bows under the force of it, my toes curling as I feel the whole wave rock through. Me feels huge inside me then as everything goes tight and I spill right over his fingers, shuddering through the shock of it, gasping for breath and I think I must white out as I fall back onto the mattress.

At the edge of my consciousness, I'm dimly aware of Bits coming all over my knuckles. I feel the white-hot spurts of it, feel him go limp and boneless against the bed. There is not a single part of me that wants to pull out, away from him. I just can't yet, so I collapse on top of him and suck in deep breaths as my arms go around him, smearing his come into our skin.

"Bitty," I murmur, unable to say anything else. He's warm and trembling underneath me and I just love him so fiercely. My whole word is narrowed down to him, and I open my mouth against his jaw as I struggle to get a hold of myself.

"Oh my goodness."

It's about all I can manage, my legs still trembling a little and my heart pounding so, so fast. I'm still breathing hard, like we just finished running sprints and the muscles in my thighs and hips are aching. Jack's draped over me and I swear I can feel his heartbeat just as easily as my own, his sweat slick with mine.

"Jack," I breathe a moment later, unable to keep the awe out of my voice as I bear down just a bit and then instantly whine at how big he still feels. "Jack, are-- are you okay?"

"I feel like I should be the one asking you that," I say with a breathless laugh that turns into a groan when he seems to open around my cock even more. I pull myself clumsily up onto my elbows, bracketing him with my arms as I look down at Bitty.

He looks so beautiful, glistening with sweat and lips bitten red. My fingers slide through his damp hair and I lean down for a kiss, one that's soft and lingering. It takes a long time for me to pull back, and I cup his cheek as I feel my heart start beating at normal speed. "Really, though. Was it-- how do you feel?"

Jack shifts then, enough that I can actually feel it inside and I gasp quietly at the jostling, the sound melting into a quiet groan as I slide my hands up his sides, skin so warm beneath my fingertips. I can't even describe how it feels to be so surrounded by him; I don't think I've ever felt so safe in all my life.

I hum into the kiss he presses to my lips then, opening up to it eagerly, the whole thing slow and wet and perfect and I feel more than a little dazed all over again when he pulls back. "A little sore," I tell him honestly, turning my head to press a kiss to the heel of his hand. "Good kind of sore, though. I like it. You inside me is, like... Goodness, I can't even tell you. Jack, you feel incredible."

My brows furrow when he says that he's sore, but I understand the good kind of sore. There's the sore you feel after a really good game on the ice, and I imagine it's a lot like that but even better. His lips press to my hand and I track his every movement, feeling sluggish and sated yet still so hyper-focused on him.

"So do you," I tell him breathlessly, cupping his cheek and sweeping a thumb tenderly under his eye. A small laugh tumbles from my lips, honest and soft and purely for him. My eyes are twinkling. "I think we should practice at this. A lot. Make sure we get it just right."

"You've always been a stickler for practice," I reply with a quiet laugh, unable to stop grinning up at him. Every touch is so tender now, so perfect. I can't help but wonder if it'll be like this every time, if it will always feel this... profound. A part of me sort of hopes not if only because I'll never be able to concentrate on a single other thing if so.

But I nod all the same and smooth my hands up and down his sides. "But I like this idea. Even if I sorta hope never get it just right. I mean, we wouldn't want to stop getting better, would we?"

"There is always room for improvement, Bittle," I tell him in my best Captain Voice, expression solemn until I can no longer hold back my smile. After a long, drawn out kiss, I slowly pull out of him because I've gone soft enough that pressure hurts. The loss of that connection makes me sigh, and I can't help but to curiously press my fingers against his hole. It's wet and open and-- oh, that's my come leaking out onto his thigh.

"That's--" My cheeks heat up, turning bright red as my eyes widen. I swallow hard and drag my wet fingertips along the crease of his thigh, embarrassed and turned on and utterly entranced. "Wow."

It's hard not to whimper when Jack shifts above me, his hips arching back as he slips out. The loss of him is almost as profound as when he'd been filling me up and I have to suck in a breath as I rest a hand against my lower belly.

He barely gives me any time to recover though before he's pressing a curious finger against me. My face burns a little when I realize he's touching his own come where it's leaking out and goodness, I can't even imagine the mess we're making of the sheets. I try to shift away and Jack's finger slides along the crease of my thigh as I bite my lip. "Is it really gross?" I ask, my heart pounding for a different reason this time. "We can use a condom next time if you want. Might be less messy that way."

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