5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Your first time together

Ashton:

It's fast and frantic. You've known each other all of about four hours and yet here you are, tearing each others clothes off with an urgency you've never experienced before. His mouth is everywhere; on your lips, your throat, sucking deep purple marks onto your skin as he slips further and further down your body. You're on the floor of the hotel room, having barely make it through the door, and he's holding your thighs open with an iron grip as he laps, sucks and fucks your pussy with his tongue. Your first orgasm is strong but the second, the one he gives you as he fucks you up against the wall, is mind blowing. You're both exhausted afterwards, curling up on the bed and quickly falling asleep. He wakes you hours later, before the sun has risen, with sweet kisses to your lips. This time he takes you slowly, deeply, whispering beautiful things in your ear the entire time. It's the first time you've ever truly made love to another person.

Luke:

It's not just your first time together, but your first time in general for the both of you. You've been best friends for years, which slowly morphed into something more when puberty hit, so you're glad that this is happening with him. It's still awkward at first, filled with nervous touches and embarrassed laughs but before long you're both just searching for what make the other tick in the most delicious of ways. You're so relaxed and pleasure-laced that by the time he's filling you, there no pain, just a strange stretching that you were going to enjoy getting used to. The second and third times are even better and by the time the weekend is over, your boyfriend has become your addiction.

Calum:

You're desperate for him. All you can think about is his hands and his mouth all over you. You want to see him come apart, want to watch him writhing and whimpering with need for you. It's like a fever, this need you have for his body, you're not even officially together yet but you couldn't care less in this moment. The surprise on his face when he realises what you want is almost comical, but it quickly turns into that cocky grin that you're so determined to wipe off. You shed all your inhibitions and insecurities along with your clothes, both of you excited about the new revelations underneath. When he's finally fully seated inside of you, stretching you so wonderfully, you understand that nothing is better for you than he is. As easy as it could be to let yourself be overwhelmed, you stick to your plan. You make him whimper. You make him beg.

Michael:

He feels like he's about to explode; he's a mess of nerves and sexual frustration. He's pretty sure his palms are sweaty, which isn't cool, and he can only wipe them on the bare skin of his hip before he curls his fingers around your wrists. It's the first time he's seen you completely naked and he can feel himself throbbing at the sight of you. So fucking beautiful. "Come here." He pulls you closer and he knows he's never wanted anything more than he wants you in this moment. His hands drift up your arms, fingertips stroking down the slope of your breast before giving your nipple a playful pinch that makes you both smile stupidly at each other. He doesn't miss the shudder that goes through your body though and he knows this is going to be fun. "You okay?" you ask softly after a few moments of silence. He beams, his eyes bright with excitement. "I'm more than okay