Could you do a mutsuki and Urie first time please? Love your writing!

Thank you, Nonny-Mouse! And thank you for the ask. I adore Mutsurie.

“Tooru,” Urie whispers.

“Hmm?” Mutsuki sits on Urie’s lap. He feels something bulge under him.

Urie winces. “I want make love to you.”

Mutsuki’s eyes are gentle. They tried last month, but Mutsuki panicked and froze up, and Urie felt terrible, and they’ve taken things slowly since.

“I do, too, Kuki.” Mutsuki runs his fingers through Urie’s hair.

“If you get uncomfortable again – or want to stop for any reason – we can,” Urie assures.

Mutsuki nods. He giggles as Urie sweeps him off his feet and carries him bridal-style into his bedroom.

Urie lays him down on the bed. “You can undress me if you want.”

“Okay.” Mutsuki fumbles with the buttons to Urie’s shirt. He runs a hand down Urie’s sculpted chest.

He guides Urie to his own shirt buttons. For a moment, his anxiety resurfaces, but he sees the adoration on Urie’s face and relaxes. Urie proceeds to kiss every scar. Mutsuki has tears in his eyes, because he feels loved. 

Urie removes his pants, and Mutsuki finds the shyness on his face precious. They lie naked for a while, feeling each other, making sure they are comfortable. 

Mutsuki rides on top, his body moving in rhythm with Urie’s. He loves the moans and gasps from his lover, the shaking of Urie’s limbs and the sweat that beads his brow.

Mutsuki collapses besides Urie, his own body sparkling from a rush he hasn’t felt before. 

“I love you,” Urie whispers.

Mutsuki kisses Urie’s moles. “I love you, too.” 

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”