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I lean down, licking up the side of his neck. I cannot help myself, and the bite of salt on my tongue has my cock filling, pushing against the confines of my shorts.

“Javier,” Aleks whispers above me. I draw back so I can look him in the eye. He holds my gaze, letting out a soft, shaky inhale. “Please?”

Everything in me softens. “Okay,” I tell him, tenderly. Letting go of my hold on him, I step back. Without looking away from him, I sit on the couch. It takes me a moment to shift my weight to get comfortable, but when I am settled with my thighs splayed wide, I beckon him closer. “I want to see you.”

Uncertainty crosses his face.

“I want to see your body. I want to know you. To meet you.”

I can tell he is still not convinced. “Sireno. Look at me.” When his eyes lift to mine, I give him an encouraging nod. “Do I seem indifferent to your presence?” I watch his eyes drop to my hand as I press against my hard cock. Even through the denim, there is no hiding my erection. When his eyes widen, I smile. “Now, take off your shirt.”

Aleks rushes to comply. There is nothing graceful about the way his arms get tangled or his head twists in his shirt. Finally, he frees himself, and tosses his shirt aside.

He is stunning. My palm presses to my mouth, failing to contain the low sound I make. Dragging my hand down, I clear my throat. “Now your jeans.”

He does better with his pants. And then he is standing there in nothing but a pair of pale blue briefs with an obvious bulge. I feel my own cock throb.

Aleks looks right at me, a little bit defiant, but under it, there is still so much fear. He is ready to bolt, I can tell.

“You are stunning, boy.” I am pleased to see a blush spread over his cheeks, the flushed color trailing down his neck and onto his chest. “Now tell me about your body.”

“Um,” he starts, a hint of panic creeping into his dazed eyes. “I don’t know what–”

“Do not be coy with me.” I lean forward, bracing my arms on my thighs. “There are things you should want me to get right the first time, yes? When you cum on my fingers first, and when I lick your release up before letting you taste yourself on my tongue, I want to know which words to use.”

Aleks shifts before me. “I wear a packer,” he starts. “I’m wearing it right now.”

“And it is fucking hot, boy.” I glance down at the bulge in his boxers, before looking back up at him. “Do you like to wear it when you are fucked?”

His cheeks are flushed. “Sometimes, like when I’m face down and can, you know, get off grinding on the bed.”

A sudden and sharp wave of arousal hits me and I grab myself, making a desperate, tortured sound. “Gods, Aleks.” I give in to my own needs for an indulgent moment, palming at my cock through my pants before focusing back on the man in front of me. “And what about when the packer comes off?”

Aleks’ tongue darts out to wet his upper lip. “I…” he trails off.

“You are not going to scare me,” I say, softly.

These are the vulnerable moments that truly matter in any sort of relationship. They matter even more because of who Aleks is, and because of the kinds of things I want the two of us to do together. Saying the wrong thing when it comes to his body is a sin I have no desire to commit.

“I have a t-dick,” he starts. “Or cock.”

“Beautiful.” I watch his eyes flutter shut as my words land, and I am struck by how perfect he is. Even knowing what we mean to each other, knowing things I am not sure I will ever tell him, he is everything I have ever searched for in a partner. “How do you like to be touched?”

His knees press together. “With the bottom growth I’m super sensitive, but, yeah, I guess stroking or touching or sucking are all good.”

Pushing up to standing, I cross the room to him. I reach out, pressing my palm against his cock, and relish his sharp intake of breath. “Good boy,” I praise, pushing against him with steady pressure until he rocks his hips forward. I find a slow, circling rhythm, watching his cheeks flush and eyes turn even more vibrantly green as he grows more desperate. “Now.” I grind the heel of my hand against his cock. “Penetration. Do you like to be penetrated?”

His response is breathless, needy, and my cock twitches. “Um, yeah.”

“Good. Where?”

“My ass…fuckkkk.”

“Language, boy.” The admonishment falls from my lips, and I silently berate myself. It is too easy to jump ahead with him. I watch him carefully, gauging his response, and any doubts he is ready for this—for us, for me—slip away as his pupils blow wide.

I breathe through my nose, trying to gather my thoughts. It is my job to keep this conversation on the rails, and at the rate Aleks’ hips are bucking against my hand, it is clear he is past the point of caring about what we are saying.

“Any questions for me?” I ask.