"Are you okay?" I pulled back, inspecting him with extreme concern. “You sound kinda winded there.”
I waited until he tried to answer and then pressed my hand against his erection firmly. He arched into my touch and I eased the pressure, pretending to check him over. “Are you hurt? Are you in pain?”
“Shut, shut up.” He glared even as his hips tilted towards me.
"Just checking in!"
"You know what you’re doing."
"Not really but you seem to like it.” I found my way inside his pants and he groaned as my fingers touched him. “See, you totally love me touching you. I just started at sex and I’m already awesome at it."
“You have to be the cockiest virgin in the history of the world,” he marveled.
Aw. I pecked his lips and then bit them. His nails lightly raked over my sides as he worked his hands down. “Get up for a second?”
Separating our bodies and slowly grinding hips really sucked, but then Lysander stripped his pants off and helped me with my own. Hey, I wore boxers and he wore briefs. Soon they were both on the floor. Dark hair settled around his groin, his length long and in desperate need of attention.
Lysander used the opportunity to grab lube, slicking his own hand. He joined me on the bed again.
“Need more,” I spelled out just in case having a cock that red and full of blood meant he was thinking slower than usual.
"We have options," he said.
"Options?"
"Well, first is probably frottage.” His hand wrapped around my length, moving easily. I bit my lip not to cry out. “That is such an unusual word to say aloud. We grind against each other until we come. Messy, but effective. "
I nodded to show I heard, too busy imagining the idea to provide more input.
“Or I could stroke you with my hand and get you off.” God, the casual words sounded so filthy. He seemed to be watching me to catalogue what I liked but so far I liked everything. I likedhimbeing the one to do this.
Of course, I was curious myself and had to return the favor. His cock kept leaking around the tip especially when I used my fingers to play with him there.
“Keep going,” I said when he fell silent.
“I think that’s it.” He groaned. “I can’t think… yeah, that’s all the sex in the world.”
"No, it isn’t."
"Oh, blow jobs. Blowjobs are fantastic. You could put your mouth on me, I could put my mouth on you…"
Stating sexual acts we could perform might not be his standard dirty talk but then again it might be because it totally suited him.
"I want you to fuck me," I said.
His full body shudder shook his bare shoulders. I felt his cock throb. "Jesus, you can’t just say that."
"Why not? You were."
"I just wasn’t prepared to watch your mouth form those words, I almost.” Oh, he almost came, I almost felt him shooting over my fingers. “Do you, you know what you’re asking, right?"
I looked up porn a few times on the communal computers at the rehab center and once Miss Delores caught me and it was really awkward. Aaron also gave me a ‘having sex with other men’ talk so I’d know what to expect, which was extremely awkward but also very informative. I pushed those memories aside.
"You need to be inside me,” I said. “I’ve, I don’t know, already been inside you?”
Lysander smiled, eyebrow quirking up. "I’d remember that."
"I’veseeninside you. I can see your soul.” Huh, speaking the words, they felt true. “Apparently? I think I’ve even touched it."
