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“Going to undo your pants now.” I needlessly announced it, because he was watching avidly as I reached up and popped the button on his slacks, my jaw clenching when my hand brushed his erection and he inhaled a tiny gasp.

After lowering the zipper and curling my fingers under the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, I paused and glanced up again to gauge his mood. His cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and bright with nervous anticipation, plump lower lip still clamped between his teeth.

“All good?” I asked lightly.

He nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Before tugging down his pants, I eyed his shirt. “I know you want to stay dressed, so should I go get a T-shirt to cover your front? Just so… nothing gets on it.”

I was pretty sure he still lived with his parents, so I didn’t think he’d want to go home after this with cum drying on his work shirt.

“Oh.” Larkin looked down, then finally released his death grip on the cushions to reach for his shirt buttons. “It’s okay. I’ll undo it.”

So he didn’t mind me seeing his chest and stomach, at least. I understood the nerves over getting completely naked in front of someone for the first time, especially if the other person was still fully clothed.

I didn’t move as Larkin unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers, trying not to show the intense longing and desire on my face. He was so beautiful. His chest and stomach were lean, with the barest hint of definition, and completely smooth. His nipples were a deep navy blue. I wanted to smooth my tongue over them, then trail it lower to the little dip of his navel.

He cleared his throat and pushed his shirt out of the way, then settled his hands back on the cushions, curling them into loose fists. After a beat of silence, I began tugging his pants and underwear down. Larkin’s breath hitched, but he stiffly raised his hips to help me get them below his ass.

I saw the little patch of silky, bright pink pubic hair first. It seemed to be the only hair on his body, the rest of him smooth. Then the root of his cock appeared, and my pulse rocketed. My tongue pressed hard into the roof of my mouth.

Another gentle tug, and Larkin’s stiff cock swung up to smack his lower stomach. I almost, almost moaned. It was so fucking pretty. Long and slender, flushed a darker blue than the rest of him.

Larkin gulped, then barked a nervous laugh. “S-sorry.”

I managed to tear my gaze away to give him a slight frown. “For what?”

“F-for, um… I dunno.” He gestured at his hard cock. “It just… feels, like, weirdly inappropriate, for some reason?”

After a pause, I huffed a tiny laugh and grinned at him. He slowly grinned back, cheeks still flushed.

“It’s not inappropriate, given what we’re doing,” I assured him, then—figuring now was a good time, while he was slightly distracted—curled my fingers around his shaft.

He choked on a breath, going rigid again. But beneath my fingers, his cock pulsed, already painfully stiff despite his nerves. A bead of pre-cum welled on the head, looking slightly pearlescent. My mouth watered.

Unable to stop myself, I murmured, “You have a nice dick, Larkin.”

I hoped he would just take it as an observation. A… friendly compliment. Not an indication that I would give literally anything to be able to play with it like this every single day for the rest of my life.

“Th-thanks, man,” he wheezed, trembling all over even though my hand wasn’t moving yet.

Keeping my grip light, I skimmed my fingers over the entire length. Down to his tightly bunched sac, which was smooth and hairless, then up to the mushroomed head, which was now leaking steadily. Already falling into an aroused stupor, I greedily took the opportunity to explore every inch of him. Swiping my thumb over his frenulum, dancing my fingertips over the flushed tip, lightly spreading the wetness until it was gleaming.

Larkin’s chest was rising quickly with his shallow breaths, but he was otherwise quiet. Reluctantly releasing his shaft, I unbuttoned and rolled up my shirt sleeves to my elbows, then reached for the lube.

“What do you like?” I rasped, squirting some into my palm. “When you do this to yourself?”

“Uhh…” His voice wavered, hips shifting restlessly against the couch. “Um, I just… jerk it.”

I huffed in amusement, shooting him a wry smile. “Gets the job done, huh?”

“Yeah.” His throat bobbed. He licked his lips and inhaled a quick breath. “I-I like… M-my banjo string is really, um, sensitive.”

I suppressed a chuckle. It’d been a while since I’d heard it called that.

“Here?” With my lubed hand, I fisted his shaft and smoothed my thumb over his frenulum again. Larkin jerked, teeth sinking back into his lower lip as he nodded quickly.

I stroked it with my thumb in slow, smooth circles for a few moments, until he shuddered and released a tiny groan. The sound made my cock throb. Resituating my grip, I glided my fist down his shaft and back up, making sure to slide the pad of my thumb back over that little fold of skin.