Christmas Evening, What a Magical Night

(OOC: I konw it's going back a little, but I wanted to do their first time)

After spending the day together, Brooklyn took fegal back to his flat, and then led him into the bedroom, and to the bed, smiling to him as he stroked his cheek softly and caringly.

(OOC: no, that's fine! he's only just turned 16 anyway...)

Fergal was a little nervous. This was a huge step for them. A really huge step. He kept his eyes on him.

(OOC: his birthday is the 25th, and brooklyn had promised to sleep with him on his birthday, and he wanted to sleep with him on Christmas)

Brooklyn sat down on the bed, pulling Fergal gently onto his lap. He had stuck by his beliefs, and while he had touched Fergal before and a few weeks ago gone a little further than just touching, he still refused to make love to him before this moment when Fergal was sixteen.

"Happy Birthday," he said softly, not for the first time that day, and leant in, softly kissing him.

(OOC: ah okay. but it's only going back like...a few weeks lol)

Fergal moaned, kissing back happily, knowing that this could be the moment that things changed. And he wanted them to. "Mm..." he pressed into him happily.

Brooklyn held him close, deepening the kiss as one hand rested on Fergal's side. He wanted this, and could tell Fergal did as well, but he wasn't about to rush it.

Fergal stroked down Brooklyn's chest, eager to take his top off.

Brooklyn smiled into the kiss, deepening it, still taking his time.

Fergal moaned, it was obvious he felt eager to progress it.

(OOC: sorry, I was gone, I made milkshakes)

Brooklyn stroked his back over his top.

(OOC: That's okay!)

Fergal pulled out of the kiss. "Can...can we take our tops off?"

(OOC: chocolate and vanilla ice-cream milkshakes yum)

"Very eager, aren't you," Brooklyn smiled, kissing his nose. his hands then slipped to the bottom of Fergal's top, pulling it up and off him in a fluid motion.

(OOC: lol sounds nice)

Fergal was blushing and felt bad. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine," Brooklyn smiled, stroking his cheek, the other lightly runnin gover Fergal's chest. "I think it's a good thing, don't worry. Want to take my top off?"

Fergal nodded, slowly doing so.

Brooklyn smiled, stroking over Fergal's chest.

Fergal looked down to Brooklyn's chest.

Brooklyn's chest was quite well toned with muscles

Fergal liked it. He had spent the last year losing weight so that he was skinny for his first time with Brooklyn.

Brooklyn liked Fergal as he was, he didn't want him too skinny.

He was skinny now. Not overweight like he used to be.

Brooklyn would prefer him to be slim, than skinny, but he wasn't complaining too much

Fergal had just obsessed about this moment.

Brooklyn stroked his sides, kissin ghim again.

Fergal moaned, kissing him back.

Brooklyn slowly twisted them so that Fergal was on his back on the bed with Brooklyn was lying carefully on top of him, not putting too much weight onto him.