Unwrapping Her Present

“Hey, skip class with me.” Gray said to Jeanne the moment the bell finished ringing across the campus.

The group was loitering outside close to the room they would be using for Grim Studies. They were all just chatting by the wall next to one of the side entrances for the rest of the lunch period, and Gray had stood next to Jeanne holding her hand.

“What?” She asked him, not fully understanding him for a moment.

The other girls hadn’t heard him as they were all moving towards the doors after hearing the bell. Gray had held her back a little bit to whisper in her ear.

“Skip class with me.” He repeated for her.

She looked at him, still not really understanding him for a long moment.

“Are you being serious?” She asked him, blinking owlishly.

“You don’t want to spend some alone time with me?” He asked her innocently. The rest of the girls were filtering through the doors.

“No, no! I do! Definitely!” She exclaimed in a hurry. “But... are we going to be able to keep up with the class if we skip?”

“We’ll just ask our teams to show us their notes and keep us up to date.” He told her.

Jeanne was about to say something, her mouth opened up but a different voice cut through.

“You guys coming?” Yang called over to them from the doors. She and Weiss were at the doors looking back at them. “Class is starting.”

Gray looked over and said, “Me and Jeanne are skipping class. Can I look over your notes later?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. You guys okay?” She asked with some concern.

“We’re fine. We’ll see you later.”

“Okay, cool.” She said with a shrug. She and Weiss walked through the doors, leaving Gray and Jeanne by themselves.

“...sooo... what were we going to do?” Jeanne asked with a little nervousness.

Gray looked at her and smirked to himself.

“Have you ever imagined bringing a boyfriend back to your room, without your sisters teasing you?” He asked her with a knowing grin.

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks bloomed red.

Gray tugged on her hand and leaned in to speak softly into her ear.

“What you are going to do is... you are going to drag me back to your room and you are going to make out with me.”

Jeanne audibly gulped. She blinked as she likely thought about all the possibilities in front of her. She looked to Gray and searched his face for a moment before he felt a tug on his own hand. Next thing he knew he was being pulled along while Jeanne led the way.

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The door opened and Jeanne pulled Gray into the JNPR dorm room. The nervous and excited energy running through her body had thrummed through their connected hands the whole way here, and Gray had to tug on her to slow down so he could shut the door behind them. Once they were secured in the room together, standing in the middle of the space between all of the beds, Gray saw Jeanne hesitate for a moment.

Gray made his move before she could falter for too long. He tugged on her hand and pulled her close. Her eyes looked up in slight alarm before he touched her cheek and pulled her into a kiss. She made a small noise, possibly in surprise, but her shock quickly turned back to excitement. Her eyes closed as she began to kiss him back with fervor.

It started with just the lips. Pressing and smooshing and changing the angles, then Gray poked his tongue out, causing Jeanne to jolt a little. She responded quickly, though. She flicked her own tongue out to meet his and they began a tongue spar in the middle of the room.

Meanwhile, Gray’s hands still had her by the cheeks, to which he started to move into her hair, lacing his fingers through her short side locks. Jeanne shuddered at the feeling and her hands roamed up his chest, taking time to feel his abs and pecs.

The noises of their make-out session filled the room for a few minutes before they had to part to take in air.

Jeanne looked at Gray with half-lidded eyes, her excitement and arousal unmistakable. Her breathing was labored, just like Gray’s. They looked into each other's eyes, lost in each other.

“...how... does it... feel? With no... sisters... to interrupt?” Gray asked with a small smirk.

Jeanne mirrored his smirk and added a deep blush.

“Feels... very... freeing, I guess?” She huffed out.

Gray moved his hands down from her hair and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her tight against him.

“What else did you... want to do... with no sisters getting... in the way?” He asked, the meaning clear in his eyes.

Jeanne caught his meaning and blushed just a bit brighter. Her eyes flicked about for a bit, avoiding eye-contact, until she settled on his chest. Or rather, through his chest, since she was still flicking her eyes back and forth with some bashfulness.

“I... um...” She mumbled. Gray leaned forward and kissed her forehead, making her look up at him.

Lords, she looked cute like that. Gray couldn’t help feeling his heart thump at the adorable sight of Jeanne looking up at him with a bright blush like this. He gently peppered her head with small kisses, going down to her temple and across her forehead to the other side.

Jeanne’s eyes became unfocused at the affection. She also leaned up to kiss his face and before long their lips were drawn back to each other. They kissed again, this time with less intensity and more affection. Long seconds went by before they parted again, leaning their foreheads together.

“We have an hour together, Ms. Arc.” Gray spoke softly to her. “How would you like to have me?”

Her blush came back and her eyes fluttered a little as she looked into his. The doe-eyed look almost made Gray pick her up and throw her on the bed right then. He held back, but it was a close thing.

Jeanne glanced to the side, towards her bed, and looked back to him silently. Her embarrassment and nerves held back her words, so Gray stepped up and led her over. Her hand tightened for a moment but she obediently followed along.

Gray sat down and Jeanne sat beside him, looking a little uncertain. She sat up straight and with her legs pressed together with her free hand placed on one thigh in a loose fist.

“Are you okay?” Gray asked her gently. “We can stop if this is going too fast.”

She looked up at him sharply but couldn’t maintain eye contact for long.

“I... I’m just... a little nervous.” She said. “I’ve never... done this sort of... thing.”

Gray nodded along.

“Before Yang, I also had never done anything like this.” Gray admitted. “She was my first.”

It was a gamble, talking about another girl in a situation like this. But he felt it would be fine since he had made a number of changes with his Semblance. There should be no jealousy at the mention of Yang here.

“Was it... was it her first, too?” Jeanne asked.

“No. She had two previous boyfriends.”

Jeanne nodded thoughtfully at that. She seemed to think some more before her eyes sharpened. Her earlier nerves looked to be replaced with some determination and she looked into Gray’s eyes finally.

“I think... I think I’ll be okay.” She said with some strength, in spite of the little hesitation at the beginning there. “I... I want this.”

She gave a determined nod.

Gray nodded back.

“Alright... so, touch me.” He said with a small smirk as he lifted her hand and brought it close to his body.

At this, her face threatened to show her nerves again. She looked at his chest as her hand was brought close and she gulped. Then her hand made contact, her hand placed flat on his chest. Gray still held her hand, covering it with his own, but took his away a moment later.

She sat like that for a moment, not knowing what to do or where to begin.

“Feel free to explore.” He told her.

She glanced up at him before looking back at his chest. Her blush came back to bloom across her face. She eventually, and cautiously, moved her hand down, up, left and right, brushing against his blazer jacket. Her face was becoming more and more heated as she gently caressed him.

“Would you like to take my blazer off?” Gray asked her, his voice almost a whisper.

Her hand jolted a little as she heard the question, but she almost eagerly nodded her head a moment later. Her other hand came up and reached for one side of his jacket while the hand that was touching him brushed up against his blazer deliberately. She moved her hand inside towards his shoulder and made her other hand do the same with his other shoulder. So, she removed his blazer by caressing his arms, tugging the clothing down along the way.

When the blazer was pulled close to his wrists, Gray helped get them off completely. Then he pulled her hands to his tie and made her remove that too. Jeanne seemed to be making a small smile of excitement at the act of unwrapping him, but got a little nervous again when Gray placed her hands at the top button of his dress shirt.

“Go on, Jeanne. I know you want to.” He grinned at her. “No one’s going to interrupt.”

She looked up at him and glanced at the door. A small groan escaped her as her blush intensified. She seemed to throw caution to the wind and grasped his shirt and fiddled with the buttons. The impatience of a young and aroused nineteen-year-old peeked through the surface. Her embarrassment hadn’t gone away, just put aside in favor of seeing her boyfriends naked chest.

Gray smiled down at her as she undid button after button and watched as her eyes roved over his revealed chest. She got more and more excited the more she revealed. Finally, she got to the last button and almost got too impatient. Her fingers slipped on the small button a couple times before she managed to undo it.

Gray heard another gulp from Jeanne when she finally got to see his flat stomach. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s build, but he did train to be a Huntsman, so he did have a lean set of abs. Now Jeanne got to see him, the same way Team RWBY got to see him.

She stared at him for a moment longer. She licked her lips surreptitiously. Gray helped her along by taking one of her hands and guiding it to his skin. She glanced at him again fleetingly before her hand made contact. When she felt his warm skin finally, she gulped once more and began to feel him with gentle brushes of her hand.

She did that for a time, not going any further. Perhaps she was simply mesmerized by what she was given, or she was hesitant to try anything more. Whichever it was, Gray wanted to help move things along. He took her hand again, and guided her fingers across his chest and abs. Jeanne’s face bloomed brighter at the firmer touches she was being allowed to do. This time her eyes never left his skin.

Gray let this go on for almost a minute before he dropped another bombshell on her.

“Would you like to unwrap the rest of me?” He almost whispered.

Immediately, Jeanne froze after processing his words. Then her face turned the deepest red he had yet to see on her. She tried to look up at him but she failed to linger on his face. She even had trouble keeping her mouth in a straight line. Her embarrassment was clear to see, and even a little amusing to Gray. He kept that amusement from becoming laughter, however. It wasn’t that long ago since he had his own first time with Yang.

Eventually, Jeanne gave a small and shy nod. To which Gray responded by standing up and stepping in front of her. He stood there before her and watched how she would proceed. Her shyness seemed to take hold for a moment before the hand that had been touching his chest lifted up with a jerky movement.

She hesitated just before her hand could touch his belt and Gray took her hand gently.

“We can stop at any point, Jeanne.” Gray assured her with as kind a tone as he could muster. “At any point. If it’s too much, too quickly, then we can just make out for the rest of the hour.”

She looked up at him, her face still struggling with her bashfulness and embarrassment. She bit her lip and thought about what she wanted before taking a shuddering breath and swallowing her nerves.

“I... I want this. Really.” She said, firming her jaw and trying to convey her determination.

Gray felt a small stab of guilt at the thought of this all being possible because of his power. He knew that it was a little too late to be feeling that since he had already done quite a lot with these girls, but this girl in front of him was tugging on his heart with that expression. He felt some regret for manipulating things to end up like this and he wondered if she would have been this fond of him if he hadn’t used his Semblance at all. The “what if’s” weighed on him a little... but he knew that it wouldn’t last for long. He was a very horny young man after all. And a greedy one. He knew that about himself. He knew that if he had power like this, then he would eventually do something self-serving like this.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to make Jeanne happy in the process of course. He would do everything in his power, or with his power, to facilitate a good life for all the girls he might affect with his greed. So, Gray squeezed Jeanne’s hand reassuringly and leaned down to kiss her on the lips.

A chaste kiss. Lips only. She paused for just a moment before responding with her own, pressing in to feel him. Even when he pulled away, he looked in her eyes and smiled warmly at her. Jeanne smiled back and Gray stood up straight again.

Then he moved her hand to his waistline and placed her palm on his belt.

Her gulp was audible.

Her other hand came up and she clumsily fiddled with the belt, trying to figure out its simple mechanism. Eventually she got it and steadily pulled the long material from its metal loop. Then came the button at the waistband of his pants. She undid that with more ease. Now, the zipper is where she hesitated again. Her thumbs were pulling back the narrow covering for the zipper and she stared for a few seconds.

Gray almost said something in the silence to either urge her forward or to ask her if she wanted to put this on pause. Before he could, however, she plowed on and took the zipper lapel in hand and pulled it down. Now Gray’s underwear was in full view and Jeanne’s blush was now almost permanent on her face. Behind that thin covering of cloth was a thing that Jeanne likely had never seen up close before.

This would be the first time for her seeing male genitalia in person.

Jeanne eventually hooked her fingers onto his pants and gently pulled down, dragging the clothing down his legs. She left them just above his knees before bringing her attention back to his underwear. Her hesitation reared its head again and her embarrassment had her hands shaking a little, but she reached out regardless. She hadn’t let go of her determination yet.

She placed her hands on his hips, just where the waistband of his underwear sat and took another steadying breath.

She once again gently hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled his underwear down. Agonizingly slowly.

Gray’s package came into view slowly, bit by bit. His pubic bone, with the short pubes he kept clean as much as he could, then the bottom of his shaft, since the band was pressing his member down and he only had a half chub at the moment. More was revealed as she went down and his meat, along with the sack beneath it came into view.

Gray could hear some quiet panting from the girl as her eyes took in what she was seeing. She wasn’t exactly salivating, but she seemed to be getting a little excited at the unveiling of his junk.

Finally, the waistband reached the end of its journey and his dick sprung free from the tension. His half chub had been steadily gaining strength through the whole process but was only now allowed to stretch to its full length. It bounced a little before settling, pointing just above Jeanne’s head and grew right before her eyes.

Jeanne stared transfixed; mouth slightly open as she took in the sight. Her eyes roamed up and down his shaft, noticed his balls, then went back up to the head. She drank in the tableau of masculine flesh and sat there. Stunned.