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God. This was only our first “lesson,” and I already wanted to fall to my knees and propose to him.

“You’re doing… really, really well,” I got out, wishing I could lean in and kiss him. His lower lip was damp from swiping his tongue over it, and his breaths were quick as he shuttled his slick fist over my cock, making sure to twist his wrist at the end of every upstroke.

He was doing really. Fucking. Well. His motions were still a little uncertain, and he didn’t really seem to know what to do with my balls, just cupping them in his palm. Before I could give him a little guidance, he readjusted his light grip and a fingertip brushed against my taint.

My hips strained up as a low groan rumbled out of me. I heard his breath catch, and he quickly looked up at me.

“Does it feel good?”

He didn’t seem to have noticed what, specifically, had garnered that reaction from me, but I just nodded and gave him a tight smile.

“It feels great, Lark.” Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed deeper into the couch and let my head tilt back, eyes sliding shut. “Keep going.”

His gaze was still on my face. I could feel him staring at me as my brows pinched with pleasure and I panted. Of their own volition, my fingers crept across the couch cushions until they brushed his bent knees.

When his breath shuddered out of him and his hand sped up, a low moan vibrated in my chest.

“Yeah, that’s good.” My voice was gravelly. “Jerk it faster.”

“Okay,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. He shifted on top of me, shuffling a little closer, and I heard him cut off a tiny whimper.

Opening my eyes, I lifted my head and bit down hard on my lower lip when I saw him trying to rub his cock against his forearm as he gripped my balls a little tighter. He saw me looking and flushed.

“Sorry,” he croaked. “I’m—It’s just—”

“Do you want me to make you come again while you do this?” I asked, trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal.

He made a strangled sound. “Y-yes, but… I want to concentrate. I want to get it right.”

“You are.” I was breathing harder as I stared at the outline of his erection, pressing my tongue against the backs of my teeth. “You’re doing so good. I’m… I’m gonna come soon.”

His breath caught. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Giving in, I slid my hands up his thighs to grab his narrow hips. He bit his lip at the contact, instinctively straining closer.

“Seb…”

“Yes?” My voice was tight. My fingers curled harder into his hips as my lower back tightened, my ass straining off the couch.

“Tell me how to make you come,” he breathed.

That almost did it.

“Just keep going,” I panted, hands sliding a little higher up his bare sides, wanting to roam over every inch of him. He shivered, pumping his fist faster in slick, fluid strokes.

Then—making me realise just how much attention he had in fact been paying—he hesitantly brushed his fingertips against my taint, still cupping my sac in his palm.

“Fuck,” I bit out, my hips starting to jerk up erratically, bouncing him a little on my quaking thighs. “I’m g-gonna come—I’m coming—”

A hoarse, trembling groan tore from my throat as my vision whited out and my cock started firing long ropes of cum over my shirt. I heard a whispered, “Fuck,” come from Larkin as my head ground back into the couch, my fingers shaking on his sides.

It felt endless. I gritted my teeth to try and stave off the hard grunts tearing from my throat, but it didn’t work. Larkin’s fist was still flying over my length, drawing the orgasm out to the point of near-painful overstimulation, until I reached down with a trembling hand to cover his.

“Shit, sorry,” he blurted, forcing me to peel open my heavy eyes. “I should’ve stopped sooner. I-I got distracted when you…”

“It’s fine.” I gave him a drowsy smile, my whole body tingling in the aftermath of the orgasm Larkin had drawn from me.

Momentarily too sated to keep my guard up completely, I let my gaze drift lazily over him. His narrow, beautiful face, cheeks still flushed and pupils blown as he stared at me. The pulse hammering in his throat, the elegant slope of his collarbone, the lean chest and stomach still lined with drying cum.