They went back to the room, still laughing, a little breathless after a wild day racing around Paris. Gray could not remember the last time he had laughed so much, or smiled so hard his face hurt.

As Natsu bounded toward the lower level of the suite, Gray caught him around the waist from behind. He pulled Natsu back against him, holding him there, savoring the feeling of this wild, reckless, stupidly rich CEO in his arms.

God, what even was his life now? A few months ago, he was a temp worker just trying to make rent. Natsu had torn through his life like a wildfire—blazing, unpredictable, impossible to ignore—and dragged Gray straight into the blaze.

And somehow, Gray had let himself be taken into the flames.

Natsu turned in his arms, their bodies pressed close. Gray saw nothing but affection in those bright green eyes, saw nothing but certainty—and it overwhelmed him, sharp and bright as the city lights outside.

"This is..." Gray struggled, his voice barely above a whisper, "...the most perfect day of my life."

Natsu's forehead rested against his. "I want you to feel that way every day," he murmured.

Gray huffed a small, overwhelmed laugh. "You're overclocking my heart. At this rate, I'm gonna crash from happiness."

Natsu smirked at this nerdy side of Gray, a glimmer of mischief in his voice. "Then maybe it's time we rewrite your operating system, upgrade it for joy."

Gray brushed a strand of pink hair from his forehead, fingertips lingering. "Feels like you're already rewriting my code. I'm just trying to keep up."

Natsu leaned closer, their lips a breath apart. "Then tonight," he whispered, "we'll hit compile, and we'll see what happens from there."

Gray wanted to say so much, but the words stuck in his throat. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs.

"Do you want to..."

"Yes,"Natsu breathed before he could finish.

"You don't even know what I was about to ask," Gray teased.

"I don't need to hear it," Natsu said, his eyes focused on Gray's lips. "Anything you want, I want, too. Anything," he whispered, leaning in closer. "Everything."

Gray's chest tightened painfully at the way Natsu looked at him, with so much love and almost childlike trust. He wanted to believe it, wanted to dive headfirst into this insane love they had found together. Yet he was scared if this would change everything. What he had with Natsu now was so good. What if it all changed as soon as they slept together?

"Does that mean... you... you wanna...?"

"Yes," Natsu breathed, their lips just starting to brush against each other. Then he pulled back and quickly added, "If... Only if you do." Suddenly, he worried if he was reading the situation right. Maybe he was being too impulsive and assuming too much again. Yet by the starved lust in the way Gray looked at him, he was pretty sure he guessed right.

God, yes, he did!

"But first," Natsu blurted out, pulling away just before their lips met. "We really should wash up."

Gray's grin turned wicked and scheming.

"Uh, one at a time," Natsu added, knowing that look all too well. "I don't think I could keep my hands off you if you were naked in front of me right now."

Gray nodded, knowing that was a fair assessment. "You go first. I could really use a drink after all that running."

Natsu snapped a salute and disappeared into the bathroom at near sonic speed. Gray barked a short laugh, feeling tension ease from his shoulders. God, he loved this dork!

He wandered toward the suite's little kitchen area. He found a bottle of complimentary wine chilling on the counter and poured himself a glass. The first sip was smooth and rich, sliding down his throat as he wandered out onto the balcony.

Paris stretched before him, the river glinting under streetlights, the Eiffel Tower lit up like a beacon from a dream. He leaned on the railing, letting the cool night air wrap around him, wineglass balanced between his fingers.

It was too much. All of it.

He thought back to the beginning, when Natsu was just his boss and he was just another temp with a disposable badge. Life had been predictable: clock in, debug someone else's problems, clock out, repeat. Don't bother making friends, because they all disappear at the end of the contract.

Then Natsu happened: like a system overload, like a firestorm. He burned through every firewall Gray had built, corrupted his routines, and rebooted something inside him Gray thought was long dormant.

Natsu spun him in dizzying excitement like a fiery tornado, made him laugh, made him love, and had given him more memorable experiences in a few months than Gray ever had in his entire life.

Natsu didn't just change his dreary day-to-day grind; he upended the entire operating system of his life.

And now, here they were. Paris. A new love. A life completely rewritten.

Gray chuckled softly to himself, head spinning a little from the day, the wine, and the sheer impossibility of it all.

Was he nervous? Hell yes. Excited? More than he could put into words.

Sex had never really interested him, too much hassle for the basic same result he could get with a hand or mouth. However, with Natsu, it was something he wanted. Something big enough that it scared the hell out of him, even while it made his chest burn with happiness and his groin ache with anticipation.

The bathroom door clicked open. Gray turned sharply to see Natsu emerge, hair damp and tousled, wearing only a robe tied loosely at the waist. His face was flushed from the steam, and he grinned sheepishly, his nerves bleeding through the excitement.

Gray took one more steadying sip of wine and set the glass down. His heart hammered in his chest as he crossed the room.

"Are you sure you're clean down there?" Gray asked, his voice low, hoping the seductive tone masked just how shaky he felt inside.

Natsu's face went bright red as he nodded quickly. "Yeah. Super clean. Like, hospital clean."

Gray laughed and kissed him, long and slow, pouring every unspoken word into it: thank you, I love you, I'm so happy, I'm so scared, I'm yours, all yours. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away, and they shared a long, passionate look, even more unspoken words passing between them. Natsu gave him a silent nod toward the shower, and Gray nodded. He made his way to the bathroom, aware of Natsu's burning gaze following him the whole way.

In the shower, Gray scrubbed himself clean with methodical care, wanting to present himself to Natsu like one of those gourmet meals they had earlier. His thoughts were spinning faster than the water spiraling down the drain.

He wanted tonight to be perfect. Not perfect in the candlelit, rose-petal way he used to imagine romance, but perfect because it was them. Wild, messy, a little clumsy, a lot overwhelming, and absolutely genuine.

When he finished, he dried off slowly, brushed his teeth, and pulled on a soft white robe, the cotton cool against his flushed skin. He caught his reflection in the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink as he stared himself down.

Well, here we go. It'll either be the best night of your life, or the worst mistake you'll ever make. Don't fuck things up later on. Not like you always do. Just don't fuck it up!

With a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door, stepping back into a room filled with soft light and gentle music playing from unseen speakers. Had Natsu set this up?

Idiot, Gray thought affectionately. He doesn't have to try that hard.

Natsu stood near the bed, nervously fidgeting with the edges of his robe, emotions flickering across his face so freely it made Gray's heart ache. Excitement. Worry. Adoration. Nervousness.

That was when Gray noticed a black bag sitting by the side of the bed, something that had not been there before. His eyes focused down on that.

"Oh, yeah," Natsu said with an embarrassed laugh, taking a step over as if to block the sight of it. "I got it yesterday. It's, um, supplies. For tonight."

Yesterday? Gray thought about it. Natsu must have wanted to make love yesterday, and Gray had ruined everything by staying on the laptop all day, making Natsu angry. Guilt twisted in his chest. He wanted to make up for it now. Quietly, he walked up and kissed Natsu's forehead.

"Always planning ahead. That's what makes you a good CEO."

Natsu looked up at him, pink already dusting his cheeks. "No, I barely have a plan," he mumbled. "I just wanted to, uh, look out for you. Make sure you have what you need to... to succeed? I guess?"

Gray burst into laughter. "Succeed? In having sex?" he teased.

"Well, I don't know!" Natsu cried out, turning a spectacular shade of crimson. "Don't you need lube and stuff to succeed?"

Gray hugged him tightly. So rich, and so preciously naive!

Natsu huffed against his chest. "Look, we're both nervous. I don't want this to feel forced. No, not like forced forced, but... dammit," he muttered, trying to calm himself. "Even if I planned to do it, I want it to feel like..." He trailed off, biting his lip.

"Spontaneous?" Gray offered.

Natsu nodded quickly, looking almost shy. "Maybe..." He suddenly grabbed Gray's hand. "Let's go out to the terrace first. We can enjoy the view for a bit."

Gray let himself be led, heart thudding. He could feel how much Natsu wanted this to be special, not just sex, but something that mattered. Not only to him, being his first time, but mattered to Gray, the man he had chosen to be his precious first.

They stepped outside into the late summer air, the night wrapping around them like a warm, velvet cloak. The stone tiles under Gray's bare feet still held a lingering heat from the sun. Far below, the faint strains of an accordion mingled with the distant hum of traffic and the occasional wail of a siren. The scent of flowers and city smoke mixed strangely sweet on the breeze.

Gray could not look away from the sight in front of him. The Eiffel Tower loomed above the rooftops, glittering with a million sparkles of silver and gold.

Natsu came up behind him, resting his chin on Gray's damp shoulder, arms circling his waist possessively.

"Do you like the view?" he murmured against Gray's ear.

"It's incredible," Gray said, his voice low, truly awed.

Natsu kissed along the edge of Gray's neck. His hands slid lower, feather-light, trailing over Gray's stomach, journeying further down. "I really like that this terrace is private," he whispered.

One hand cupped Gray's crotch through the robe, and Gray gasped, his body jerking forward instinctively.

He heard Natsu's chuckle, low and wicked. "So private... but still not that private."

Gray shivered as Natsu's mouth felt fiery hot on his neck, and his fingers sizzled as they fondled him through the robe. God, the risk, the thrill, it all made everything feel more intense. Natsu was right, although their neighbors would not be able to see him, they were still technically out in public view.

"There's a chance someone's watching us right now," Natsu whispered, nuzzling into his shoulder, his fingers gently feeling around, beginning long and slow strokes, but it was not taking much to excite Gray. "Some tourist looking around, some pervert spying through binoculars, or someone up on the tower, looking through one of those telescopes." His hand slipped inside the robe and took hold of Gray's cock fully, skin against skin. Natsu breathed into his ear, "Someone is watching us right now."

"Ah!" Gray choked out, struggling to stay quiet.

"You need to be quiet," Natsu teased, his voice dark and delicious as his fingers glided up and down Gray's growing arousal. "Anyone nearby could hear you."

Gray gripped the stone railing, knuckles whitening. The sensation of the cool night air brushing his overheated skin while Natsu touched him so intimately, so daringly, made his heart pound like a drum.

"I bet you're putting on quite the show," Natsu teased, fingertips gliding teasingly up to the tip and back down the full length of the shaft, making Gray's legs tremble.

A bolt of pleasure shot through him at those words. God, the idea that someone might be watching!

Natsu pulled on the tie holding the robe together, fully parting it, and exposing Gray to the lights of the city. "Look at that! I bet you never imagined in your most perverted dreams that you'd expose your cock in view of the Eiffel Tower. Two phallic things in this city! Only one interests me, though," he whispered, nibbling along Gray's shoulder, shifting the robe to the side, until it was read to fall off his arms.

Gray looked down, and sure enough, he saw his cock lit up by golden lights. He used to deny that he was an exhibitionist, but the thought of doing this out in the open, where someone might see him... it was dangerously thrilling. It lit a fire in him he never expected.

"There's so much I want to do to you out here," Natsu said, grinding gently against Gray's ass, sending another electric jolt through him. "Hearing you like this... feeling you like this... It's driving me insane."

Gray snapped. He whirled around, grabbed Natsu by the wrist, and growled, "Back inside. Now."

Natsu nodded, eyes wide and flickering with heat. If they kept this up, they would get caught.

They stumbled inside, breath ragged and kisses bruising. Natsu closed the terrace door with a decisive click, shutting out the city and sealing them into their private world.

Gray grabbed his wine glass and finished off the last of it in one gulp, trying to ground himself, but his hands still trembled with the frantic pace of his heart. When he turned, Natsu was standing there, all uncertainty replaced by fiery yearning.

Gray kissed him, hard and urgent, and Natsu responded with a groan that sent fire through his chest. They moved toward the bed in a clumsy, hungry rhythm, lips barely parting, until Natsu's legs hit the edge of the mattress.

In a flash, Gray's robe was fluttering far away. Natsu was a little slower, trying to slip off the robe. Before he could finish, Gray shoved him down and crawled on top. He made a thrust, as if showing Natsu what he had done to him, letting him know, "Don't blame me, this is what you do to me!"

Natsu's hands roamed over Gray's body, reverent and greedy at once. His fingertips were fire, his mouth thirsty for more, moving too fast to be careful, too honest to pretend.

But somewhere in the rush, Gray paused—just long enough to look Natsu in the eye. "You okay?"

Natsu nodded, breathless. "I need you. So much!"

"You have me." Gray's breathing went ragged. "All of me."

Between deep, desperate kisses, they grabbed at each other, gasping against each other's mouths. Natsu's lips left searing trails down Gray's neck and shoulder, and then a soft nip to his ear.

There was a scramble after that, with Natsu trying to scuttle backwards toward the pillows and get out of his robe while Gray shoved the duvet aside. It was a nice blanket; it'd be a shame to make a mess on top of it.

Gray surged in, half-draped over him, and kissed him again, slow and deep, savoring the way Natsu melted under him. They clawed and grabbed, claiming each other with kisses that burned with promises. Their legs tangled over the sheets, bodies arching into each other like they could not get close enough.

Then Natsu's legs locked around Gray's waist, and Gray surged forward, rolling fully on top and caging Natsu in. He thrust in his tongue with a bit of force, like it was a preview of what was about to come. Natsu's shuddering moan shot through Gray's nerves and straight down. Natsu's legs yanked him in possessively, while his hips surged up to meet him.

Gray leaned up for just a moment. "Do you need the sheet over you?"

"Huh?" Natsu looked confused by the question.

"Some people prefer to keep a sheet over them. Decency and shit."

"Oh..." Natsu really did feel exposed like this, but he trusted Gray. "No, I'm fine."

"Good," Gray murmured, leaning back down to kiss his collar and chest. "I want you to be comfortable." Then he glanced over to that black bag still sitting by the side of the bed. He smirked as he planted a few more kisses onto Natsu's chest. "Let's check out that bag you got."

Natsu nodded dazedly, sitting up and rummaging clumsily through the black bag. He pulled out a box of condoms, three different types of lube, latex gloves, even a bottle of massage oil.

Gray chuckled, breathless. "There's no way you bought this yourself."

"Uh, no," Natsu admitted sheepishly. "The last hotel put it together."

"I figured. You'd buy the most expensive item in the store, thinking it must be the best."

Gray grinned, pulling out a latex glove and slipping it on with a satisfying snap. Then he picked up a warming lube, holding it up meaningfully.

"I think you'll like this one," he said, his voice low and wicked.

He drizzled lube onto his gloved fingers, the slick warmth already heating his skin.

"Lay back. Relax," he murmured.

"I'll follow your lead," Natsu whispered, smiling up at him with a softness that made Gray's chest ache. Natsu looked from the prepared fingers to Gray and nodded. He smiled, reached up to touch Gray's cheek and whispered, "Je t'aime."

Gray froze for half a second, blinking. "What does that mean?"

Natsu chuckled. "Guess."

Gray shrugged and guessed, "Go easy on me. I'm a virgin."

Natsu snorted a laugh. "Not for long."

Gray stroked Natsu's hair back and kissed him tenderly. "Nah, I know what it means." He whispered the words back, so soft and sincere it made Natsu's eyes glisten. "Je t'aime."

I love you.

Gray stared into Natsu's eyes, and he thought: This is it. This is all I ever need. My everything. Shit, that's so corny!

How insane, how impossibly wonderful, that he had fallen this hard, this completely in love!

Yet here they were. He was ready to give Natsu everything he had. His heart. His body. All of him.

Gray watched Natsu as his legs slightly parted, the dim light from the Eiffel Tower's glow painting his bare skin in golds and silvers. He spent a moment just admiring him. His heart pounded so fiercely, he could hear it thundering in his ears. Yet he moved with a slow, deliberate care.

He kissed Natsu, then nibbled along his jaw, down his throat, along his collar bone, feeling the rapid thudding pulse beneath his lips and smelling the scent of soap on his skin. He pressed kisses along Natsu's chest and gently sucked the nipples, earning him a mewling whine.

"I love that sound," Gray whispered, nuzzling into Natsu's chest and continuing to kiss down his abs.

Slowly, he moved down lower ... lower. Natsu's breath hitched with every touch, and his body shivered under the tender attention. As Gray's kisses went lower, Natsu's hands began to clench the sheets, and his breath grew ragged as his body reacted to every graze of Gray's mouth.

He nudged Natsu's legs a little farther apart, and Natsu obediently yielded to him, spreading himself wide open. Gray kissed along his inner thighs, from knees up toward his hips, teasing with slow kisses that gently sucked at the skin, never quite reaching where Natsu wanted it most.

"Relax," Gray whispered again.

"I'm trying," Natsu breathed, hips twitching up instinctively.

Gray chuckled low in his throat. God, he loved how responsive he was!

His gloved fingers, still slick with the warming lube, finally reached forward and brushed teasingly over the sensitive skin between Natsu's thighs, earning a desperate little whimper. Their eyes locked on to one another, watching, trusting. Natsu gave him a nod, and that was all that Gray needed.

The first touch was tentative, just up to one knuckle, a slow and careful test. Natsu flinched at first, but quickly relaxed. Then he pushed one slicked finger deeper inside.

Natsu's whole body tensed with a startled gasp. His back arched beautifully against the bed. Gray paused.

"You're okay," he murmured, kissing his knees and he held them spread. "Relax."

Gray moved slowly, letting him adjust, stroking tenderly, watching every expression flicker across Natsu's face: the slight pinch of discomfort melting into growing pleasure.

"There you go. See, it's okay. Just stay relaxed."

He pressed kisses along Natsu's thigh, hips, stomach, back up his chest, and to his lips, fully hovering above him.

"How is it?" Gray whispered against his lips, his voice low and comforting.

Natsu gulped so he could speak. "So far okay. What is that heat?" he breathed. "It's getting so hot."

"Warming lube. Do you like it?"

He did, and the heat helped to keep him loose, letting Gray move freely.

"Good. Hand me that bottle again."

Natsu reached for the lube and passed it over. Gray added more so this first part could be as gentle as possible.

"Ready for more?"

Natsu nodded eagerly.

Gray pulled out to the last knuckle, and then pressed in a little more firmly. Natsu clutched at Gray's shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make Gray's blood sing.

"There. All the way in. That wasn't so bad, right?"

He felt Natsu melt back into the mattress as he got used to the feeling. Gray pulled back out and pressed in, much easier now. He set up a rhythm, kissing Natsu and feeling how he grasped at him, desperate to hold on to something.

Natsu's breathing deepened, hips starting to roll with the rhythm Gray set. The lube warmed between them, heightening every slick glide, every touch.

"Gray..." he gasped.

"You feel so good," Gray whispered, adding a second finger, carefully scissoring to open him up.

"More," was all Natsu managed to growl.

"So greedy," Gray said in adoration. He leaned over and took Natsu's cock into his mouth.

Natsu arched his back, a gorgeous, sinful sight, sweat already glistening on his chest. Then Gray added a second finger, carefully opened him up.

Natsu cried out and shuddered. He wanted the heat of Gray's mouth, but he also wanted to focus on those fingers and the warmth spreading from them all through him, potent, relaxing him with every motion. His thighs trembled slightly with each slow thrust of Gray's fingers, and his hips met them. He felt himself being spread, loosened, and he knew what was about to come next.

Then Gray carefully crooked his fingers just right. He felt around, searching, until Natsu cried out, startled by the sudden spark of pleasure that shot through him.

Gray pulled his mouth back and licked his lips. "There we go," he said with a smile. "You're gonna like this."

He watched the way Natsu's body reacted, how he writhed and shivered with every teasing brush against that sensitive spot, feeling the trembling of Natsu's legs around his hips. Gray could not help it; he was stroking himself while watching Natsu lose control.

Sweat beaded on Natsu's forehead, panting heavily. His hands reached blindly for Gray's shoulders, wanting to anchor himself. Gray worked him open slowly, patiently, letting Natsu clutch at him, pull him in close, and whisper desperate half-coherent pleas against his neck. The trust in every breath, every movement, undid Gray more than anything else.

Finally, when Natsu was open beneath him, Gray withdrew his fingers gently, tossing the glove aside. His heart hammered as he opened a condom, rolling it on with shaking hands, and added even more lube, making sure the whole length was drenched. Natsu watched him with dazed eyes, reaching up to caress Gray's face.

"Still okay?" Gray asked, voice rough with restraint.

Natsu smiled and nodded.

Gray pressed their foreheads together for a moment, grounding himself. "Are you sure about this?"

Natsu reached up, cupping both of Gray's cheeks with firm fingers, and smiled. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he whispered, his voice ragged and low. "I want it. I want you."

Gray lined himself up carefully, his heart thudding in his chest. He paused a moment, then leaned over, giving his precious, innocent Natsu one last kiss.

"I love you," Gray whispered. "I love you so much."

Then he pushed in, slow and steady, feeling Natsu's body stretch to accept him. Natsu bit his lip hard, a soft cry escaping him despite his best efforts to stay quiet. Gray kissed him tenderly, peppering his temple, his cheek, and his mouth.

"Wait, wait!" Natsu said, gasping sharply, hands gripping Gray's biceps tight enough to bruise.

Gray stilled, biting his lip hard, barely holding himself together.

"Sorry," Natsu panted. "Just... a moment."

They stayed still, breathing hard together, letting the overwhelming feeling of being connected like this wash over them.

"You okay?" Gray finally whispered, his voice strained with worry.

Natsu nodded, his hands gripping Gray so tightly it almost hurt.

"Tell me when I can move."

Natsu needed a little more before the ache faded, and finally all he felt was fullness. He gulped so he could speak. "Okay. Slowly."

"Let me know if I need to stop," Gray whispered.

He pressed in more, but now he felt Natsu open up to him. Rather than pain, he saw intense pleasure, every nerve ending sparking alive as Gray slid in, inch after inch.

"There. All in. You okay?" he rasped again, nearly undone by how tight Natsu felt around him.

Natsu nodded, a bit whimper sound caught somewhere in his throat.

"Can I move?"

Natsu nodded faster.

Gray pulled out slightly and rocked back in. Just that much made Natsu cling to him.

"Ah! Wait."

Gray paused, saw the furrow in Natsu's brow, the pain in his face, and he worried if this was going to be no good. He had always worried that sex wasn't worth the effort, and his relationships almost always fell apart soon after. He did not want a repeat of that now. Not with Natsu!

Just then, Natsu burst into a laugh. "Damn! I wasn't expecting something so big to feel so good."

Just like that, the self-doubt vanished. Pride and confidence surged in Gray's veins. That was what he needed to hear, not that Natsu was in pain, but that he just needed to adjust.

Natsu looked down to where their bodies were conjoined. "Bon voyage, virginity."

Gray couldn't help it. He burst into a laugh. They both did. The laughter cut through the steamy air. They leaned their forehead together and softly caressed each other.

"Are you okay now?"

"I think? Try it again."

Gray did, just a tiny movement, but this time it made Natsu hum. He set a slow, careful rhythm, barely rocking at first, until he felt loosening that invited him to try more. He pulled out so far that Natsu whimpered, then slid their bodies back together. Natsu's back arched.

Every thrust now drew out soft gasps, small cries, and when Natsu angled his hips up just right, he let out a guttural moan that made Gray's vision go white.

Natsu wrapped his legs around Gray's waist again, pulling him deeper, grinding up into him shamelessly. His arms locked around him, nails dragging down his back in raw, desperate scratches.

"Fuck, Natsu," Gray groaned, burying his face in the crook of Natsu's neck as he felt those nails dig in, claiming him.

It was messy. It was awkward at times. They fumbled, they laughed breathlessly when Gray slipped out trying to adjust and had to press back in. But it did not matter if it was imperfect. Every moment, every mistake, every heated glance made it better.

They moved together in a frantic rhythm, bodies slick with sweat, breathing each other's names like prayers. Their hands weaved together above Natsu's head. Their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Their mouths kept finding each other, messy kisses and bitten lips, every touch searing.

Gray's thrusting had begun to speed up when Natsu suddenly blurted out, "Let me try it on top."

Gray paused and looked down. "You want to switch positions? Now? Natsu, I'm ready to blow!"

"No, I mean... let me ride you."

Gray had to pull out quickly to stop himself from bursting then and there. It took him a moment to recover, but finally he nodded. They flipped around, but Natsu first piled all the pillows up behind Gray.

"I want you to sit up a little, so you can see Paris while we do this. I realized, you can't see anything facing this way."

Was this why he wanted to switch, so Gray could see the Eiffel Tower while they made love?

Now, it was Natsu who straddled Gray and took control. Gray sat slightly propped up, and just behind Natsu was the Eiffel tower in the background. What a sight!

Natsu slid himself up and down, slowly at first, not used to this new position and being the more active partner. He settled onto Gray hips, and the smile he had now showed that he was proud of himself.

Gray couldn't help it. He patted Natsu on the head. He swore, the man might have purred!

Slowly, unsure about this, Natsu raised himself up, then tried to lower down, only to slip right off. He looked frustrated, but Gray laughed.

"A little hint: hold the cock steady until you're all the way down."

Natsu tried it out, and he managed to slide fully on.

"Oh ... God!" Natsu moaned, his voice quivering. "It feels so much deeper. God, I can feel you inside, so deep!"

Gray hissed at the dirty talk. He seriously hoped Natsu did not try that too much, or he would finish this way too quickly.

Natsu quickly got the hang of it, loving how much better it felt to control the depth and the speed. The pleasure built back up between them as their bodies moved together.

Natsu surrendered himself to the pleasure, until he was wildly riding Gray with utter abandon, moaning freely and loudly. Gray's hands clutched Natsu's hips tightly, grounding himself as Natsu's body tightened around him.

Natsu sobbed out a choked sound when Gray hit something deep inside him, and Gray adjusted, angling his thrusts until Natsu arched almost as far as a spine could bend.

"Gray!" Natsu gasped brokenly. "Gray, I... I need..."

"I've got you," Gray whispered fiercely, reaching down to wrap his hand around Natsu's leaking cock. He even added a little lube to his hand to help him glide quicker.

Natsu's cries were shattering what little control Gray had left. He wanted to hold back, make it last, at least until Natsu was done, but he knew that was not going to happen, not with how Natsu rode him so hard, so wildly.

"Shit ... Natsu!" He grabbed Natsu's hips and slammed him down faster. "Dammit."

"I want to feel it, Gray. I wanna feel you burst inside me."

The world outside had vanished. His pulse thrummed in his ears too loudly to hear anything, and the only feel was his cock pounding in deeper, faster, harder. His fingers dug into Natsu's hips as he felt his body drawing closer, closer...

With a raw, guttural moan, he slammed Natsu down one last time, grunting in hoarse bursts, spilling out into the condom as pleasure ripped through him, white-hot and sizzling. He shivered, sweat dripping from his face, and he felt fingers wiping it away.

Gradually, the world came back into focus. He felt those fingers, then on the lips kissing him, and slowly he could hear the words.

"Gray?"

Hardly aware, he reached out and began to stroke Natsu again, faster now, not being merciful at all. He wanted to see it! Gray was still panting, still twitching down below, but he wanted to stay buried inside Natsu until he felt him succumb to passion.

Gray's wrist was flying, his hips still making small thrusts, while Natsu tightened on him more and more.

"Gray! I'm... I'm gonna..."

"Now! Show me!"

Then suddenly Natsu's head tipped back with a shuddering moan as a milky white arch shot out and splattered across Gray's chest.

Gray thought he might have died and gone to heaven from how beautiful he looked—hair wild, eyes lidded, sweaty skin gleaming in the faint light. The Eiffel Tower sparkled like a crown behind him, glittering on sweat and cum.

Natsu collapsed on top of him, barely missing the mess on his stomach. They both panted, their hearts racing wildly.

Natsu buried his face in Gray's chest, holding onto him like he would never let go. They were a tangle of sweaty limbs and exhausted, satisfied sighs.

After a long moment, Natsu sat up and smiled. He wanted to crack a joke, some silly comment like 'what do we do now, sensei,' but words were escaping him. Gray caressed his face, simply gazing up at him with warm and gentle eyes.

Natsu again opened his mouth, but really, what could he say? I love you? He had already shown that in the most intimate way.

It was Gray who finally spoke, although it was soft, almost worried. "Are you okay?"

Natsu laughed weakly. Okay? He was way beyond that!

His father used to tell him: When words fail, actions speak.

Natsu leaned over and caressed his mouth with a long, gentle kiss. He began to pull his hips up, but Gray jolted.

"Wait, wait." He reached down and held the base of his cock. "I don't want the condom to fall off."

Natsu paused until Gray had a hold of the edge of the condom. Then he pulled up gently, flinching only at the end, when he had to slip past Gray's flared cockhead. Gray disposed of the condom and grabbed tissues from the nightstand to clean them both up, wiping away the mess on his chest and the lube from their bodies. Natsu winced slightly but gave him a lazy, blissed-out smile, eyes half-closed.

Gray threw the messy tissues aside and pulled Natsu into his arms, cradling him against his chest. Neither of them spoke for a long while. They didn't have to.

Natsu tucked his head under Gray's chin, murmuring sleepily, "You were amazing."

Gray kissed the top of his head, smiling softly against his hair. "You were perfect."

He wanted to make some comment about how well Natsu did for a virgin, but nothing felt appropriate. Instead, they both let the moment linger in warmth and the soft feel of each other's skin. Gray closed his eyes, feeling more at peace than he had in his entire life.

After washing off in the shower with lazy movements and stealing sleepy kisses, they wrapped themselves in the soft robes and wandered back onto the terrace to sit at a little table and enjoy the summer night. They sipped the remaining wine in slow, content silence, leaning against each other, the cool air a balm against their flushed skin.

The city spread out before them, glittering and alive. The Eiffel Tower twinkled on the horizon, and Paris felt like it belonged to them alone.

Gray kissed Natsu's temple, his arm tightening around his waist. "Best day of my life," he murmured, voice hoarse and full of love.

Natsu leaned into him and said with a slight teased, "Best night of my life!" Smiling in drowsy happiness, he added. "Let's make tomorrow even better. And the day after. And the day after that."

For once, Gray did not feel overwhelmed by Natsu's eccentric ways.

He felt exactly the same.