[The last chapter was Grian building the G-Team base on his own, worrying and thinking about flirting with Mumbo, but ultimately deciding, that having sex for the first time is more important to him right now. It continues with him doing research about sex and panicking just a little. He wonders whether he's ready, but is determined to try]

TW: Arguments, insecurities, graphic descriptions, erotic scenes. As always, the smutty stuff will be marked and summarized next chapter. 

A/N: This story is reaching 10 000 words in this chapter. Been a while since I wrote this much o.o

I want to take this point to thank you. All of the readers, the ghosties and even more those of you who left a comment. You shine a light on my days and I'm happy that you stick with reading my story. Have a great day!

*looong timeskip to dinnerbone... uh, I mean dinnertime*

POV Iskall

"G? Is everything alright?" Iskall wrinkled his forehead.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. I'm good."

"It's just that you seem very lost in thought. And you didn't say a word about my roast rabbit stew and I spent ages in the kitchen."

He couldn't help but sound indignant.

"Oh. Sorry. It's good."

They continued to eat in silence.

"So how was your day?" Iskall made another attempt.

"Nothing much, just a bit of building. I put glass on top of the base and started on the downstairs area." A bit of excitement showed through Grian's voice. This was the way to go.

"Cool."

"And I was thinking, we need mobs with 'G' around our base. We already have pigs, so that's good, but what I think we really need is an elder guardian."

Grian was out of his mind. Is that why he was so silent? He had lost his marbles.

"That's not gonna be fun."

"Ah come on Iskall, you built an entire guardian farm with Cub, how hard can it be? I'm sure it will be fun."

"Grian, building a farm and getting an elder guardian out of the ocean monument alive, are very different levels of difficulty. You can't get rid of the other guardians if you have to keep the water. This is not gonna be easy."

"I don't care, let's do it tomorrow, OK?"

"Alright." Iskall sighed, but chuckled. "Why do I put up with a madman like you?"

It was meant to be a joke. He wanted to follow up with the many good reasons why he liked Grian so much and transition to making out, but Grian had fallen dead silent, staring up at the spiderwebs and the look on his face got the joke stuck in his throat. Not again! What was up with Grian? It all started after that fateful meeting with Mumbo. Why'd he have to start on these stupid things? Grian obviously was very disturbed by the thought of a polyamorous relationship. Maybe it had been too early to ask. It was his first relationship after all. I'm an idiot!

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Grian's gaze flickered from the spiderwebs to Iskall, as if he hadn't even noticed he was there until that moment.

"For pushing you towards polyamory. I shouldn't have said those things. I was..."

"What's polyamory?" Grian raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't I mention the word?" Wow, Iskall. Just wow. So much for talking openly. I'm an idiot.

"No, you didn't."

"It means many loves. But it's not cheating, you are allowed to. Like based on trust."

"Oh, that."

"I shouldn't have put so much pressure on you. You're a free person and you should do what you want. Not what I want."

"It's fine. I'm fine. Can we drop the topic for now?"

He sounded, as if he was everything but fine. If he wasn't mistaking, there was sadness in his voice. Oh boy!

"Grian, I understand..."

"No. You. Don't.
You only see yourself and YOUR wishes and YOUR problems. You can't even imagine that this is not even about you!"

"G, listen..."

"No, you listen! I don't want another word about it, OK?" He pushed himself up and out of his chair.

"Come on, let's wrap the rest for tomorrow. I don't think I can eat anymore." He carried his plates away..

Awkward silence filled the kitchen as Iskall entered. "I'll do the dishes, you did them this morning," he croaked. Since when was his voice so weird?

" 'Kay."

Grian was upset, there was no doubt. He didn't seem mad anymore, though. Hands already wet Iskall stared at the door where the blond had left his house without a word.

What was going on? He tried replaying the last day.

Waking up: everything still fine.
Breakfast: all perfect. Also tasty.
Building together: fun without end. He smiled. So much fun!
Thinking alone about their relationship and polyamorous stuff: should not impact Grian.
Dinner: Grian is in a weird mood and gets mad at Iskall.

There must've been something else. Did something happen with Mumbo?

POV Grian

That had been beyond reason. Now he was getting mad at Iskall who had done nothing wrong. He, Grian was the one who was wrong.
With whom something was wrong.

Perfect Iskall was too pure to even understand what was wrong with him, caught up in his magical world of rainbows, infinite love and unicorns.
He needed to get this out of the way. He landed swiftly in his base and plopped into the apartment part, full of determination.

TW: There's a reason this whole thing is marked as adult content and that's where we're getting at now. There is nothing important after it. If this isn't your jam, skip to the next chapter. Fair warning for those who stay: This is my very first time writing anything sexy.

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Grian took off his shirt while walking, dropped his bottoms to the bathroom floor and stepped into the shower. The hot water relaxed him almost immediately. He proceeded to shampoo his hair, then soaped his chest and arms. Thoughts tried to come back into his head but he fought them, concentrating on the constant patter of water. His hand soaping his body turned into his hand on his dick. The familiar pleasurable feeling spread through him as he slowly stroked it. His dick swelled while he let his other hand wander around his body. But instead of letting it wander on, he directed it to a new area.

A rush of excitement swayed him. He was breaking a rule! He circled his buttcheeks, then went in between. It felt strange and unfamiliar and he tensed.

Wait, this was supposed to be sexy! He turned his attention back to his half-flaccid penis. But the spell was broken and the patter-patter-patter of the shower couldn't relax him once more.

He needed something stronger, more sexy. Something to fill his mind completely.

If in doubt, go over the top.

He spread soap on both his hands, then returned to his rear, scrubbing every inch he could reach. It didn't feel particularly good, but that wasn't the point here.

Wrapped in a towel, Grian gathered all the resources he could possibly need. When he finally entered his bedroom and locked the door, his laptop was on the blanket. Next to it on the nightstand, was a shiny, unopened bottle of silicone lube, he had purchased a week before and a bunch of paper towels. He made himself comfortable on his bed, sitting on his towel and leaning against the top, then searched for porn on the laptop between his legs. A tiny voice started to freak out in Grian's head, but he ignored it.

While one hand was browsing, the other hand was already holding his half-flaccid penis.

He turned on a video he had watched before, and took a deep breath. He took some of the lube and smothered his butthole. He flinched. It was very cold. He rubbed, or to be precise, slimed his fingers to warm it up a bit. Then he tried again, softly circling the opening. It still felt unfamiliar. Very strange, but not bad. Not too good, either, but(t) the echo of his prior excitement returned. His thoughts were flying high, he felt mischievous. He was crossing a boundary, a line he had never crossed before. He tried to focus on the porn to bring the sexy into the exciting. The video was already halfway over and try as he like, he couldn't empathize with the situation on the screen.

He should probably restart it, but both his hands were positively smothered. He sighed.

He let go of his - still quite flabby - dick, wiped his hand on his towels and wound the video back.

This time he focused on the porn movie, the actors, the "plot" - and the learned motions kicked into action. Without thinking he started to masturbate, while just resting the other hand on his entrance. Waves crashed through his body. He stifled a moan. This was good. That tiny piece of skin where his wrist lay worked a bit like a multiplier. His every motion was enhanced and vibrated somewhat deeper. His mind went blank, engulfed in the feelings and sounds around him.

The edge off the cliff came closer and it was all he could think of. Just one tiny bit, just a bit... warmth exploded, pleasure erupted through his head.

He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

His hands were both wet and the warmth in him was slowly replaced with a shiver. Oh well. The towel would need a wash.

A/N:
And here comes a little rant:

I am very much not a fan of sex being depicted as this perfect thing that always works as long as you're in love. I pretty much despise when characters are portrayed as virgins, because it's so f*ing important that your very first time is with your one and only true love (spoiler alert: it's not) and then they get frisky and just know how sex works. Ugh.

If someone's never had sex, how are they supposed to know how to do it or, even stranger, be good at it? It's normally awkward and people are nervous and if it's their very first time - or even their first time together - they don't automatically know what either of them likes.

Answers of the day:  (Yes, no questions)
These are the answers that you guys gave on the anonymous  butt sex quiz:

Apparently common knowledge (Everyone knows this):
Lube is a very good idea.
What an enema is.
Butts need stretching.
Sex between men does not have to be butt sex.

Somewhat well known (More than half of the answers):
You'll need quite some time to prepare beforehand and you'll need it every time.

Rare knowledge (less than half of the answers):
What you eat matters
There may be uhm... yeah, no nice word for it... shit.

Also, more than half answered the bonus question correctly according to my source. 
When do you have to care about what you eat if you want to have butt sex?
Possible correct answers would be: "The day before" and "The day before and on that day"
Source: https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/anal-sex-preparation/

Beware that these answers are not statistically significant  in any possibly way. They are just hints at trends in the highly biased sample of my readers who like smut and questionaires.

Also if you don't mind, I could really use some feedback on that last scene, I'm new to writing smut :'D and I'm not yet convinced it's not utter garbage.