Page 25 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

That wasn’t helpful at all. But he also didn’t want to embarrass himself by asking again. Alright, um… I don’t know if I want to do anything yet. I think I just want to see how it feels to be a Dom. Maybe just, um, do something that I’ve already done but in a more Dom-y way. Does that make any sense?

That make sense. What were you thinking of?

The only thing that he could think of was Landon on his knees. Is this… sexual?

Landon’s eyes twinkled. It certainly could be…

Maybe, could you give me a blow job? But where I control things a bit more? Like pull your hair? I wouldn’t choke you or anything, he quickly added. God, this sounds horrible talking about it first. I mean… I want to do it right and learn, but…

It’s awkward. I agree. You’ll get better at having this conversation when you’ve had it a few times. There are definitely ways to ask that don’t feel as unnatural, but it’s better to start where you are and ask questions. And a bit of gagging is OK with me, actually. Just not breath play without someone else to mentor you. Let’s talk about what it means for you to control things.

Yeah, this was beyond awkward. Not at all like a sexy date. Nothing too intense or anything. I just… he wasn’t sure how to articulate it. There’s a lot of things I want to try. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. So, I guess I want to feel like you’re giving me control and that I can… control what we do. It felt really stupid saying it that way.

Let’s do that, then. Read over my list of limits one more time then tell me what you’re thinking about.

Dustin did. So many of the items made his pulse race. Floggers. Crops. Role play. Edging. He wanted all of it. He noticed that penetrative sex hadn’t been marked. Was that because it was too intimate for one-night stands? Or did Landon just not like it?

Dustin found himself imagining… sex, yes. But even more, knowing what Landon’s needs were. Having that intimate sense of how he could evoke that genuine smile.

But today… keeping things simple. Oral sex was checked for giving and receiving, as was hair pulling. This thing really was detailed. It felt a little clinical and removed, but he was glad to know exactly what Landon felt comfortable with.

OK. I think I want to keep this to something I already know. So only what I already said, but maybe kind of rough?

Well, I happen to give excellent blow jobs. Landon winked. And you can be rough.

Ok, Good. Hopefully the awkwardness would melt away when they got started. How do we start the scene? he finally asked.

Without another word, Landon sank to his knees.

The move was graceful and practiced. He made it look easy, when Dustin would guess that it actually wasn’t. How many times had Landon done that before?

And now he was kneeling in the middle of the living room, hands clasped behind his back and knees spread. He’d inclined his head slightly, eyes unfocused. His glorious blond hair fell around his face.

Dustin felt his pulse quicken. His cock, which had been half-hard the whole time, pressed against his jeans. Fuck, the man was gorgeous. His slim muscles and tantalizing skin were all on display. His tiny briefs did nothing to hide his arousal, and that turned Dustin on even more.

But mostly it was his submission that was making his heart race. In that simple act, Landon was turning over control.

Somehow, like this, Landon looked real again. As he breathed, his shoulders loosened. He was watching Dustin, but not with practiced flirtation or as a trainer. He was just waiting, and Dustin could see the stress drain out of him.

It was beautiful. Landon was trusting Dustin with that perfect body. He was putting his happiness and his pain and his needs in Dustin’s control, and any doubt that Dustin had about what he wanted in a partner was irrevocably washed away.

God, did he want that. He wanted to own and control every bit of Landon when he was kneeling like that.

He just wasn’t sure what to actually do.

He watched Landon, observing the rise and fall of breath in his chest while his mind spun.

After a long wait, Landon broke the pose and looked up. I don’t mind waiting, if you want me to. But if you want to start somewhere, you can touch me or inspect me or tell me how to move. Then, he went back into that perfect display.

God, this whole situation was weird.

Dustin finally stood. Landon said that he could touch him, and he’d been craving nothing else since they met.

He put a hand on Landon’s head, hoping that the sub couldn’t detect his trembling. His hair was fine and soft. Up close he could see the darker roots. He wasn’t sure why he liked that, but it made Landon more accessible. Imperfect and perhaps a little bit attainable.

He stroked his hair then trailed his fingers along his shoulder. Landon gave a visible shiver, and wow, did it feel good to see that.

He continued stroking Landon’s head and shoulders, tracing those perfect collar bones and combing through that delicate hair. He wanted to get to know Landon’s body. To find out everything that made him shudder and gasp and then memorize it all to do it again.