Pain

Miles Morales can’t have sex. It wasn't just about being afraid to have fun or let loose with his boyfriend, Ganke Lee.

He couldn’t even get the tip in before miles let
out a small shriek. It was like a pain that pierced through him like a knife.

Ever since the death of his uncle Aaron, Miles felt like he had shut down. Mentally and physically.

When he’d try to be intimate with Ganke, the pain intensified, as if his body was being impaled by that same knife no matter how hard he tried to relax.

He had no idea if the pain during sex and the grief he experienced were correlated.

Regardless, Miles had reached a point where he accepted that it couldn’t be helped, but Ganke refused to give up so easily. He could see the desperation in Ganke's eyes, the longing for the both them to experience pleasure together.

Despite his embarrassing struggle, Miles couldn't ignore Ganke's pleas.

So when Ganke proposed sex yet again that afternoon in their shared dorm, Miles couldn't hide his grimace.

"Ganke, I can't. You know why."

Ganke mumbled, feeling less confident as he replied, "We've only tried a few times, Miles. How can we be sure that we’re just not doing it right?” He offered, his words coming out like a whisper.

Reluctantly, Miles was persuaded by the awkward display. He knew the risks, but he agreed, mostly to satisfy Ganke.

"Okay, but if this still doesn’t work, this is the last time. We'll give it one more try."

They both stripped and positioned themselves on the bottom bunk of their bed.

Ganke crawled between Miles legs and gave him a nervous kiss. After a moment of mentally preparing himself he finally tells ganke he’s ready.

“Ok, put it in.”

Ganke eagerly slid his length in the mildly wet entrence.

The pain struck miles almost immediately but he bit his lip to conceal his pain.

The knife was back. Ganke buried his head in Miles shoulder and moaned at the contact.

Miles felt terrible about not being able to provide Ganke with the intimacy other couples had. He figured that having to endure some pain for Ganke was a testament to just how deeply he loved him.

With every thrust, the pain increased and Miles couldn’t prevent the moans of pain escaping his mouth and the tears pouring down his sweaty cheeks.

He tries to focus on how pleasure Ganke must be feeling.

“Miles, ..I think im close..” He manages.

Miles takes this as his que to fake an orgasm and quickly wipes his tears.

“Me too.. pull out.”

After one last aborted thrust he pulls out and releases on his stomach. Ganke lifts his pink face from his shoulder and looks at Miles with a small smile.

“Did you come?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”