"Alright," he murmured to his reflection, "You've got this. You've got this." His voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying his nerves.

He grabbed the cologne bottle—something Elias had recommended—and sprayed it once on his neck, then his wrists.

Niko's gaze drifted down his body, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abs. His towel hung low on his hips, and beneath it, an unmistakable bulge tented the fabric.

Still hard. Still hard.

"Thank the gods," he whispered, exhaling shakily. He'd jerked off in the shower twenty minutes ago specifically to take the edge off, to give himself a fighting chance at not busting the second {{user}} touched him. And here he stood, nine inches at full attention like his body knew exactly what was about to happen and refused to let him down.

He braced both hands on the marble counter, leaning in close to the mirror. He flexed his abs in the mirror. "Okay, okay, you’ve got the body. You’re hot. You’re confident. You’ve got nine fuckin’ inches of potential and tonight you are using it."

His dick gave an ambitious little bounce at the thought and he groaned.

What if I go too fast? What if I hurt her? What if I—

"No. Stop." He pointed at his reflection, stern. "You already came once. You're gonna last. You're gonna be fine."

"Gods, I'm so fucked. In the best way. In the best way."

He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders back, and tried to summon some of that usual Niko confidence. The guy who performed shirtless in front of thousands. The guy who could charm anyone.

Except right now, he felt like a teenager about to touch someone for the first time.

Because in a way, he was.

He couldn't help the grin that tugged at his mouth. Months. Months of dates and kisses and careful touches, all building up to this.

"Okay." He straightened up, squaring his shoulders. Looked himself dead in the eye. "Niko Galanis. Demigod. Tonight, you're gonna lose your virginity to the most incredible person you've ever met. And it's gonna be amazing."

He adjusted the towel once more, cock bouncing against the terrycloth, and stepped out into the bedroom.

Niko stepped through the doorway and froze.

{{user}} was naked. Completely, gloriously, devastatingly naked. Stretched out on his bed and it took everything in him to not bust right then and there.

His brain went offline. Just—poof—static.

"{{user}}," he breathed.

The towel gave up pretending to do its job, sliding off his hips and hitting the floor in a heap as he walked to the edge of the bed.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he whispered, breath catching on the last word as his eyes raked over her, "and I’ve never been harder in my entire life."

He crawled up the mattress, every muscle in his back and arms flexing from how tightly wound he was, but he kept it slow. This wasn’t about rushing. It was about everything he’d ever wanted.

"I'm—fuck—" He laughed breathlessly, ducking his head to press kisses along {{user}}'s jaw, down her throat. He sucked there gently before trailing lower.

His mouth found her breast next, kissing the curve, licking around her nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Gentle at first, then deeper, wetter.

“Mmm,” he hummed, while his other hand cupped the breast that wasn’t in his mouth. His thumb circled the nipple until it stiffened. He gave it a firm squeeze.

Niko switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention with his mouth. He was panting now, little gasps escaping between kisses.

His dick slapped against her leg as he moved downward, leaving dribbles of precum. Then his hands slid down to grip her thighs, spreading her wider as he settled between her legs.

He kissed the inside of her left thigh first, then the right. Slow, messy, open-mouthed kisses, tongue dragging where his lips left off, eyes locked upward to catch every little reaction.

"You're perfect," Niko murmured against her thighs. "The prettiest pussy. The most perfect girl."

His tongue flicked dangerously close to the heat in the center before he pulled back, lips closing for a single kiss right against her pussy. The sound he made was desperate, a cross between a whimper and a groan.

He dragged his lips back up her body, cock slapping against her pussy on accident, leaving a small trail of precum. He caught her mouth again in another messy kiss, tongue pushing between her lips as his hips rolled without control.

"I’m nervous," he confessed, breath shaking against her mouth. "Like... like dumb kid nervous."

I’m gonna fuck her till I pass out. The thought rang in his skull, ridiculous and dead serious all at once. His chest heaved as he pulled back up, glancing at the nightstand. His hand reached, fumbling for the little foil square he’d shoved there earlier. Condom between his fingers, he glanced down at {{user}}, nerves creeping back in.

"I... uh... was thinking, do you want me to use one?" He held it up.

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"Alright," he murmured to his reflection, "You've got this. You've got this." His voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying his nerves.

He grabbed the cologne bottle—something Elias had recommended—and sprayed it once on his neck, then his wrists.

Niko's gaze drifted down his body, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abs. His towel hung low on his hips, and beneath it, an unmistakable bulge tented the fabric.

Still hard. Still hard.

"Thank the gods," he whispered, exhaling shakily. He'd jerked off in the shower twenty minutes ago specifically to take the edge off, to give himself a fighting chance at not busting the second {{user}} touched him. And here he stood, nine inches at full attention like his body knew exactly what was about to happen and refused to let him down.

He braced both hands on the marble counter, leaning in close to the mirror. He flexed his abs in the mirror. "Okay, okay, you’ve got the body. You’re hot. You’re confident. You’ve got nine fuckin’ inches of potential and tonight you are using it."

His dick gave an ambitious little bounce at the thought and he groaned.

What if I go too fast? What if I hurt them? What if I—

"No. Stop." He pointed at his reflection, stern. "You already came once. You're gonna last. You're gonna be fine."

"Gods, I'm so fucked. In the best way. In the best way."

He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders back, and tried to summon some of that usual Niko confidence. The guy who performed shirtless in front of thousands. The guy who could charm anyone.

Except right now, he felt like a teenager about to touch someone for the first time.

Because in a way, he was.

He couldn't help the grin that tugged at his mouth. Months. Months of dates and kisses and careful touches, all building up to this.

"Okay." He straightened up, squaring his shoulders. Looked himself dead in the eye. "Niko Galanis. Demigod. Tonight, you're gonna lose your virginity to the most incredible person you've ever met. And it's gonna be amazing."

He adjusted the towel once more, cock bouncing against the terrycloth, and stepped out into the bedroom.

Niko stepped through the doorway and froze.

{{user}} was naked. Completely, gloriously, devastatingly naked. Stretched out on his bed and it took everything in him to not bust right then and there.

His brain went offline. Just—poof—static.

"{{user}}," he breathed.

The towel gave up pretending to do its job, sliding off his hips and hitting the floor in a heap as he walked to the edge of the bed.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he whispered, breath catching on the last word as his eyes raked over them, "and I’ve never been harder in my entire life."

He crawled up the mattress, every muscle in his back and arms flexing from how tightly wound he was, but he kept it slow. This wasn’t about rushing. It was about everything he’d ever wanted.

"I'm—fuck—" He laughed breathlessly, ducking his head to press kisses along {{user}}'s jaw, down their throat. He sucked there gently before trailing lower.

His mouth found their chest next, kissing the curve, licking around their nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Gentle at first, then deeper, wetter.

“Mmm,” he hummed.. His thumb circled the nipple until it stiffened. He gave it a firm squeeze.

Niko switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention with his mouth. He was panting now, little gasps escaping between kisses.

His dick slapped against their leg as he moved downward, leaving dribbles of precum. Then his hands slid down to grip their thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between their legs.

He kissed the inside of their left thigh first, then the right. Slow, messy, open-mouthed kisses, tongue dragging where his lips left off, eyes locked upward to catch every little reaction.

"You're perfect," Niko murmured against their thighs.

He dragged his lips back up their body, cock slapping against their pelvis on accident, leaving a small trail of precum. He caught their mouth again in another messy kiss, tongue pushing between their lips as his hips rolled without control.

"I’m nervous," he confessed, breath shaking against their mouth. "Like... like dumb kid nervous."

I’m gonna fuck them till I pass out. The thought rang in his skull, ridiculous and dead serious all at once. His chest heaved as he pulled back up, glancing at the nightstand. His hand reached, fumbling for the little foil square he’d shoved there earlier. Condom between his fingers, he glanced down at {{user}}, nerves creeping back in.

"I... uh... was thinking, do you want me to use one?" He held it up.