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A Series of Firsts: Chapter 1: First Taste

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1,230

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar return to Pedro’s home after an awards show after party. Emboldened by the beauty of an early morning in LA, and a little alcohol, they discover they have a mutual attraction.

Fumbling clumsily with the key, he finally manages to get it into the lock, engage the tumbler and unlock the door. It’s a few minutes after 1am, and he’s nursing a pleasant buzz. ‘They always have so much good booze at these awards after parties,’ he thinks as the door swings open into the dark space. Gesturing his guest inside, he closes the door behind himself. When Oscar enters, he’s immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling glass walls across the room. Pedro flips on the light.

“No, leave it off. The view of the city is amazing from here. Is that the Capitol Records building?” Oscar asks, gazing in awe upon the sparking lights of downtown LA. Pedro flips the light off. Walking across the room he stands beside Oscar, staring into the early morning haze.

“Yeah; there’s a castle about halfway between us, but you can’t see it when it’s dark.”

“A castle? Tell me you’re joking! You know what? Don’t. I know you’re telling the truth because this is LA, and LA can be fucking ridiculous,” Oscar says with a chuckle. Pedro laughs in response.

Oscar gazes at Pedro, taking him in from head to toe, his form backlit by the dazzling city.

“Your hair looks really nice tonight. Did you finally find a brush?”

"Oh, you know Coco won't let me leave the house without looking fabulous!" Pedro replies, growling playfully as he turns to face Oscar.

“But seriously, it looks amazing… you look amazing,” Oscar speaks softly. He runs his fingers gently through Pedro’s hair, then quickly kisses his cheek.

Pedro playfully slaps Oscar’s shoulder, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Come on, pendejo! Deja de ser pendejo.” (Come on, asshole! Stop being an asshole.)

“Come here,” Oscar says with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sir, I’m literally standing right beside you,” Pedro replies.

His tone husky, Oscar responds, “I’m serious. Come here.”

Oscar places his hands on Pedro’s hips and pulls him closer. Their bodies flush, Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and guides it to his cock, which is straining against his pants.

“Can you feel that?” he breathes into Pedro’s ear.

Pedro shudders at the heat of Oscar’s breath and audibly gasps as Oscar’s lips cover his own, swallowing any objections that may have spilled over. Pedro’s breath comes in heavy gasps as their kiss breaks.

“Are we really gonna do this?” Pedro whispers, hesitation clear in his tone. Seeing Oscar’s eyebrow arch he continues, “I mean, I want to! God, I want to so much… but only if you want to,” he quickly adds, his voice lowering in embarrassment at sounding over eager.

“I’ve fantasized about this for years, you know? But I was always afraid to make the first move. But seeing you tonight? Fuck.” Pedro says in a low voice, “I want you sooo fucking badly. I wanna feel the heat of your skin searing my flesh.”

“I think you can feel how much I want you to touch me, to wrap your lips around my aching cock…” Oscar says with a wicked smile. “Don’t be nervous, Daddy’s here.”

A moan escapes Pedro’s lips, “I wanna feel your cock sliding down my throat.”

Oscar slides his hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Unziping his pants, he lets them drop to his ankles. Eyes dark with desire, Oscar looks at Pedro.

“Te doy permiso para que te portes mal. Ponte de rodillas, wachito rico” (I give you permission to misbehave. Get on your knees handsome.)

Without hesitation, Pedro drops to his knees, his hands gently gripping the back of Oscar’s calves as he moves in closer. Once happy with his position, he runs his hands up the back of Oscar’s thighs, squeezing his ass briefly, before sliding his index fingers into the waistband of Oscar’s boxers. After a moment's hesitation he pulls them down. Oscar sucks in a breath and moans.

“Ahh, fuck,” Pedro says, staring at Oscar’s cock for several moments, licking his lips hungrily. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he tentatively takes only the tip into his mouth, clearly insecure about his movements, but still eager.

Sensing Pedro’s insecurities, Oscar gently caresses Pedro’s cheek, “Is mine the first, the only, one you’ve tasted?”

“Yes,” Pedro pants heavily.

Being Pedro’s first pleases Oscar more than he expects. A smile forming on his lips, Oscar replies softly, “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

Still panting and out of breath, Pedro replies, “Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Oscar says in a tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro replies obediently.

Emboldened by Oscar's words and smile Pedro finally finds his confidence. Taking Oscar more deeply, his jaw slowly relaxes as he adjusts his speed. Oscar’s fingers clutch tightly in Pedro’s hair as he guides his lover's head forward and back on his cock.

“I’m going to mess up that beautiful fucking hair of yours to keep you exactly where I want you.” As Pedro’ finds his rhythm he reaches a hand up to cup Oscar’s balls, causing Oscar’s hips to buck. “You swear you’ve never done this before? Fuuuuck, you feel so good.”

When Pedro pulls away to answer, Oscar says, “I didn’t say you could stop.” Pedro takes Oscar’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking with greater enthusiasm. “Fuck, I’m getting close, mi tigre.” In a gasping breath Oscar asks, “Are you thirsty baby?”

A deep moan rumbles from inside Pedro’s chest, “Yes, Daddy, I’m sooo thirsty.”

Looking down into Pedro’s eyes, Oscar can see a smoldering desperation to please him there. “Do you want it all? Every last drop?”

Nodding eagerly, eyes locked on Oscar, Pedro shudders. His voice almost pleading, he answers, “Yes Daddy! All of it… in my mouth. All of it.”

The sound of need in Pedro’s voice makes Oscar buck his hips a little too enthusiastically, causing Pedro to gag and cough. Oscar pulls back, reading Pedro’s eyes for confirmation that he’s okay. “Oh shit!! I’m so sorry…but you can take it, can’t you?”

Pedro licks his lips, “Yes, god yes. I want… I want it so much.” He leans back down, his mouth back on Oscar’s cock. Sucking, hollowing out his cheeks to take Oscar deeper. His hand still on Oscar’s balls, squeezing and pulling, gently but firmly.

Oscar's body begins to tremble, his orgasm not far now. “Fuck! God, yes… I’m gonna… oh… yes.” Oscar’s hands grip tightly in Pedro’s hair as he thrusts himself into Pedro’s mouth, over and over again. With a few more thrusts, he lets go and cums, white hot spurts of his load shooting down Pedro’s throat. As Oscar’s thrusts come to an end he gently pulls out and drags a finger along Pedro’s lips to wipe away the glistening remnants of his cum.

“That was amazing. You were amazing,” Oscar says. Lifting his chin, Oscar leans down and kisses Pedro deeply, revealing in the taste of himself on his lover's lips.

Oscar offers his hand, helping Pedro to his feet. They stand silently for a few moments, smiling. Pedro gives Oscar a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you Daddy.”

Oscar slips his arms around Pedro’s waist, pulling him closer as he links his hands behind the small of Pedro’s back. “Por supuesto, mi tigre. Haría cualquier cosa por ti.” (Of course, my tiger. I would do anything for you.)

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A Series of Firsts: Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise)

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6,346

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: After spending their first night together, Pedro and Oscar begin to explore their new relationship and their new dynamic.

[Oscar narrates] “Los rayos de sol entran por la ventana calentando la piel e invitando a abrir los ojos. Se siente como un llamado para sentir algo nuevo e inesperado. Hay una sensación de ya haber experimentado este sentimiento, sin embargo, se siente como una deliciosa primera vez.” (The rays of the sun come through the window, warming the skin and inviting you to open your eyes. It feels like a call to feel something new and unexpected. There is a sense of having already experienced this feeling, yet it feels like a delicious first time.)

In Pedro’s bedroom, morning sunlight is streaming in from the floor to ceiling glass walls. Soft music plays through speakers set deep in the ceiling, scattered throughout the house. As Oscar awakens, he slowly becomes aware that he’s waking up in a strange bed. Memories of the previous night flood his mind and he reaches across the bed for his Pedrito, wanting to pull him close to his chest just the way they had fallen asleep together.

No Pedro. Hmm.

Oscar sits up and looks around the room, noticing their clothing tossed hastily onto the floor. A quick scan of the room makes it painfully obvious that he is alone, and the adjoining bathroom door is open. A jolt of panic arises in his chest as he wonders if his friend is having regrets about the previous night and fled. Oscar starts mentally rehearsing how he will try to reassure Pedro that nothing has changed, this doesn’t have to ruin their friendship. Biting his lip, Oscar starts getting out of bed when he hears the bedroom door open.

“¡Buenos días, mi sol!” (Good morning, my sun!) Pedro says as he bursts into the room with a huge grin on his face, which Oscar quickly matches. Pedro has on grey sweatpants and nothing else, hair fluffy and messy, beautiful brown eyes twinkling as his grin turns mischievous. He dives into bed next to Oscar, finding his favorite spot with his head on Oscar’s chest. Pedro looks up at him with a carefree smile that makes Oscar’s heart sing. Oscar wraps his arms around Pedro as a wave of relief washes over him, and he kisses Pedro deeply.

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine. Since when do you wake up early?” Oscar’s asks with amusement.

“Cariño, I hate to tell you this… but it’s almost noon.”

“What? Well, I guess we did stay up half the night.”

“Up… yeah… “ Pedro replies cheekily, his hand making its way down Oscar’s chest to brush against his pubic hair, making his meaning abundantly clear. Oscar chuckles in response.

“What, I didn’t tire you out last night?” Oscar smirks.

“Not even close…” Pedro says with a mischievous grin.

They kiss deeply, hands starting to explore each others’ bodies, when-DING! A loud chime goes off in the other room, startling them both. Pedro laughs.

“Toast! I made eggs and coffee already, and that’s the toast. Come on.” Pedro jumps up and watches Oscar getting out of his bed, gloriously naked. Catching himself staring, Pedro offers, “I have some extra sweatpants on the dresser. Come find me when you’re ready.”

Pedro is pouring a second cup of steaming hot coffee in the kitchen when Oscar enters. Coming up behind him, he wraps his arms around Pedro’s bare chest, pulling him close.

“There you are. You’ve been busy.” Pedro turns around and puts his hands on Oscar’s hips, pulling him in for a brief kiss.

“Mmm…, but coffee first,” Pedro says with a smirk. They both grab their coffees and sit at the kitchen bar, where Pedro has put down two plates with eggs and toast. He starts eating, stealing glances at Oscar to see if he likes the breakfast he made.

“This is good, thank you. Hang on, is that Grogu?” Oscar asks as he’s eying the toast, which has the outline of Grogu burned into the bread. Pedro smiles to himself, pleased.

“Yeah, I got this toaster thingy as a promotional gift for The Mandalorian. Is it too cheesy?” he asks, a light blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“No, it’s so you and I love it,” Oscar answers, gently brushing Pedros cheek.

They finish eating in comfortable silence.

“So… what now?” Pedro turns to Oscar expectantly as he collects their plates and puts them in the sink.

“Well… at some point I’ll have to go get ready for that fundraiser tonight at the Getty.”

Pedro sighs disappointedly, “Ah, I forgot you have to go to that. But we have a little time, right?”

Oscar smiles and walks over to rest his hands on Pedro’s hips. “I know that look. What did you have in mind, Pedrito?”

“I mean… you’ll have to shower before tonight, right? Want some… help?” he offers shyly, running his fingers along the waistband of the sweatpants Oscar borrowed and looks so tempting in. Oscar grins at this blatant suggestion.

“Always wanting more, hm? Alright, well first, let’s get clean,” Oscar says as Pedro takes his hand, leading him to the master bathroom.

As Pedro leads Oscar down the hall Oscar playfully pinches Pedro’s ass, causing him to jump and break out in nervous laughter.

“This is nice,” Oscar says, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Pedro’s sweatpants. He tugs at them gently before slowly sliding them down his hips. Pedro mimics Oscar’s movements, right down to the butterfly kiss on Oscar’s nose.

Pedro steps into a large glass shower. Turning on the tap he places his hand under the steady stream to gauge the temperature.

“How hot do you like it?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

To his surprise Oscar has quietly come up behind him, stepping into the shower. Putting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders he hums softly into his ear. “I like it very hot. How about you?”

A shudder of delight runs through Pedro as Oscars hand glides down his back, then gently squeezes his ass.

“I…” Pedro breathes heavily as steam quickly fills the shower, “me too. I like it hot, too.”

“Can you stand it to be a little hotter, mi Pedrito?” Oscar asks, his voice laced with desire.

“Uh, me or the water?” Pedro asks, another shiver running through him.

“Yes,” Oscar answers as he peppers sweet kisses across the expanse of Pedro’s broad shoulders. Pedro bites his lip and moans softly as Oscar closes the shower door, his lips still exploring Pedro’s back.

“Turn around,” Oscar says as he leans in to kiss Pedro’s neck, his growing erection poking into Pedro’s hip. Pedro obeys, turning to face the wall opposite the shower. “Let’s wash this beautiful head of hair, mi tigre,” he says, moving to stand behind Pedro while water runs through Pedro’s hair. Pedro tilts his head back as Oscar massages it with shampoo.

“Mmm, that feels so good papi. You’ve got magic fingers,” Pedro purrs, reaching behind himself to grab Oscar’s hips, pulling him closer, so Oscar’s erection presses against his ass. Oscar begins to slowly rock back and forth as the shampoo rolls down Pedro’s back. Oscar massages Pedro’s scalp for several minutes, delighting in the purrs escaping his lovers lips.

“Your turn,” Pedro says, moving behind Oscar and pushing him under the stream.

After washing Oscar’s hair Pedro collects one of the shower poofs hanging from a hook, and turns his attention to Oscar’s back, sucking and licking the clean water away ever so often as it washes away the suds. Oscar moans at the feel of Pedro’s lips and tongue against his skin. He begins to stroke his cock while Pedro continues to work on his back.

“Hmm, that looks fun,” Pedro says as he steps around to face Oscar after several more moments of kissing and licking his neck, shoulders and back. “Mind if I try?” he asks playfully.

“How about you take over here, and I’ll start here…” Oscar says as he releases his hold on his own cock and starts stroking Pedro’s. “Slower Pedrito, we’ve still got several hours to enjoy each other before I have to leave. And when it’s over, I’ll come back. We can spend the night snuggling and put on a movie we’ll both ignore.”

“That sounds like an amazing way to end an amazing day. What time do you think you’ll be back?” Pedro grins as Oscar starts to moan under his languid touch.

Oscar kisses Pedro deeply, burying his free fingers in Pedro’s wet hair. “I’ll try to duck out early, but I’m hoping by 10?”

“That’s a long time for me to be without you, mi luna,” Pedro pouts playfully.

Pedro removes his hand from Oscar’s cock long enough to apply copious amounts of shower gel onto his poof, working up a rich, fragrant lather. One hand returns its attention back to Oscar’s twitching cock while the other washes Oscar’s chest. Oscar does the same, and they continue to get clean.

As they continue to stoke each other Pedro opens his hand, gently pulling Oscars cock forward so that Oscar’s knuckles graze his own sensitive skin. Oscar groans loudly at the duality of the sensation. Opening his own hand he pulls Pedro’s cock towards his own, so that the only thing between them are soap suds. Oscar bites Pedro’s shoulder with surprising intensity, causing Pedro to shudder with delight and wince slightly at the pleasant pain.

Oscar cups Pedro’s face in his soapy hands. Leaning in slowly, his lips press urgently against Pedro’s. “Tuyo” begins to play as the kiss deepens and hands begin a new, greedy exploration. Oscar breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses over Pedro’s face, down his neck.

“Quiero ser el fuego que arde tu piel,” (I want to be the fire that burns your skin) he whispers against Pedro’s neck as he continues to touch every inch of his lover his fingers can find.

Pedro moans, “Y quiero ser el agua que mata tu sed” (And I want to be the water that quenches your thirst), Pedro responds softly.

“Let me wash your back before I get too distracted by you, and that gorgeous cock of yours,” Oscar says as he turns Pedro back around so he’s facing the far wall again. “I want you to stroke your cock for me, to make those delicious sounds as you get closer to cumming, but I don’t want you to cum just yet. Put your feet closer together for me, mi amor. Yeah, that’s it,” Oscar says as he slides his cock between Pedro’s cheeks, pumping slowly as he washes Pedro’s back. Pedro moans at the combined sensations and starts stroking himself faster. “No, mi tigre, slow down,” he instructs as he finishes washing Pedro’s back.

”That feels so fucking good,” Pedro says between moans.

“Fuck… eso es... tan... agradable.” (that’s... so... nice) Oscar moans heavily, bucking his hips forward again and again. His arm comes up around Pedros neck as he pushes Pedro against the shower wall with more force than he intended. Caught up in the moment Oscar doesn’t realize Pedro’s neck is twisted a bit too far at an awkward angle. Everything else that was happening felt too good to stop. Pedro whimpers softly, causing Oscar to moan in response and thrust against him more vigorously.

The slick, soapy sensations and Oscar's increasingly intense moaning, are too much. Though Pedro feels sure that his neck will probably be sore for days from being forced into this angle, but he’s committed to seeing it through until the end. Pedro strokes himself to a quick release, his cum shooting in hot spurts against the glass. Oscar rests his head on Pedro’s shoulder, biting him hard. He continues thrusting his hips forcefully against Pedro, over and over again, until he finally cums. He groans loudly into Pedro’s ear, his cum spilling down Pedro’s legs.

Once Oscar releases his grip on Pedro's neck, Pedro slowly pushes himself upright, rinsing himself off and stretching his neck from side to side.

“Fuck, that was—“ Oscar pants heavily, stopping short when he realizes Pedro is looking uncomfortable and not meeting his eyes. “Pedro, mi tigre, are you ok?” he asks, his voice heavy with concern, touching his shoulder. He can feel the soft indentation his teeth left on Pedro’s skin under his fingers.

Pedro doesn’t answer right away, but when he finally speaks, his voice is small and timid. “Yeah... I think so?”

Without another word, or even a backwards glance, Pedro opens the shower door, steps onto the marble floor, and walks away, leaving a trail of water behind him.

Oscar turns the water off and gets out of the shower. Standing in a growing puddle of water, he stares at the empty doorway, wondering what went wrong. Grabbing a towel, he quickly dries himself off, wraps it around his waist, and goes to look for Pedro, a dry towel in hand. It doesn’t take long to find him. Pedro is sitting on the edge of his bed, left hand massaging the back of his neck. He is still naked, water droplets glistening on his skin.

“Pedro, talk to me, baby. Where did you go?" Oscar drapes the dry towel over Pedro’s wet frame and sits down right next to him, searching his face for clues. Pedro sighs and turns toward him, pulling the towel tightly around him.

“I didn't want to say anything in the moment because it felt so good, but I think my neck may have gotten a little bent out of shape pushed against the glass like that," Pedro admits sheepishly.

“Ahh mi tigre, why didn't you speak up? You know I would never want to hurt you." Oscar's voice is soft with affection.

“I know, I know. I just didn't want to spoil the moment. I really didn't want you to stop! It felt so fucking good... I don't know,” he sighs in exasperation.

Oscar pauses and looks at him for a moment. "My Pedrito..." he sighs, "I want to do some truly depraved and brutal things with you, and I think you want that too... yes?" His voice turns darker, lower, coaxing.

“Mmm, absolutely!" Pedro agrees enthusiastically. "I do want that. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry." Pedro shakes his head, looking down again.

“No, no, that's my point!" Oscar says passionately, "I NEED you to speak up if something isn't working, or I'm hurting you in a way that you don't like. I can't go as hard as I want to with you if I'm not SURE that you will let me know when you need a break. Do you understand?"

“I think so. You mean like a safe word? I feel like I should just be able to 'use my words' like a grown-up and tell you if I need something. This is all just... very new to me," Pedro admits shyly.

“Hmm. Sometimes when you're so lost... in THIS..." Oscar reaches over and places a hand gently around Pedro's throat, not squeezing, but commanding every ounce of Pedro's attention. They stare at each other, delicious tension uncoiling between them. Pedro's breathing deepens and he finds himself lost in Oscar's unerring gaze. Oscar finally blinks and pulls back, moving his hand from Pedro's throat to the back of his neck. He starts massaging gently, and Pedro leans into his touch like a satisfied cat.

“Sometimes you need a safe word to reach for. Maybe even a few of them - one that means 'Yes, I love it, keep going,' one that means 'Take a break and check in,' and one that means 'Stop everything and let's snuggle.'"

“Yeah... I think I could do that," Pedro agrees. His voice is soft, but not timid. "That feels good."

“Corazón, I want to help work this kink out of your neck, why don't you lay down for me, right here." Pedro obeys, lying chest down on the bed with his head cradled on his arms. Oscar drapes the towel over Pedro’s wet torso and continues his gentle neck massage, running the fingers of his free hand through Pedro’s hair. “¿Te gusta, mi vida?” (Do you like it, my life?)

“Sigue, no pares,” he purrs softly. (go on, don't stop)

“Why don't you think about what you want them to be, and we can talk more tonight after the event. Okay?"

Pedro whispers, “Can you get away tonight and come back here? Please?"

"Yes, my love. This is important to me. I want to do this right." Oscar folds the towel down, leans in and plants soft kisses along Pedro's spine, making him shiver with delight.

"Thank you, Daddy."

#A Series of Firsts #P&O #Pedro and Oscar #Pedro Pascal #Oscar Isaac #the church of the slutty knee #church of the slutty knee #ASOF #space sisters #Latino space sisters #slutty knee #slutty space sisters

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