Taric and Ezreal's day

Dismal and gray was his life through and through
Past romance all dead with no ninja to screw.
And so Taric wept, gems splattered with tears
His world crashing down, he'd die with his fears.

But one autumn day fate decided to change
gave him a reason, albeit kind of strange.
"Are you sure?" he asked nervous, hope strained in his voice.
"Go forth," it commanded; now it wasn't his choice.

Uncertain, he leaned in and gave a small kiss,
the first touch of lips making him reminisce,
The boy jumped and shuddered, eyes reeked of disgust,
the knight had his hand under, mind driven by lust.

Ezreal moaned and he squirmed; he was losing his stance,
and Taric felt bad as he gave a quick glance,
but something inside of him finally conceded;
perhaps this explorer was just what he needed.

His skin was so smooth and his hair was so blond
He couldn't wait to taste what was beyond.
"How am I doing?" he whispered into his thigh.
"You belong in a museum!" was his breathless reply.

The pants slipped off with ease and he zippered right down,
the more he continued, the bigger his frown,
"What's wrong?" Ezzy murmured, face painted with pink.
In shock, for a moment, he could not even think.

"Oh, that," he said coyly (or should I say she).
"You're the first to find out." (She was straddling his knee).
"But now that you know, can we please just continue?"
Dismay and gray was his life through and through.