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His tongue sweeps over mine, making me groan, and I’m completely and totally lost in this desperate kiss.
I don’t have time to think about how, technically, he’s always thought he was straight or the fact that I always thought he was just an arrogant asshole.
That we haven’t talked about the first kiss since it happened. There’s no time for any of it because I allow myself something I don’t usually do. I just feel. I feel his pain. His desperation. His need.
And when he goes to lift my shirt off over my head, I raise my arms and let him.
He pulls back, and for a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to stop it—but I’d rather he do that than have any regret—so I sit perfectly still.
He shocks the hell out of me when he releases my hand but only to drop his to my chest, his fingers skating over my pecs and down my stomach. I’m not nearly as built as him, but I do run every morning and would consider myself fairly fit. Still, I fight the urge to shift nervously away from him and remain unmoving.
His finger skims over the light trail of hair that goes from my navel and disappears into my slacks. I’m positive he’ll stop. There’s no way he can convince himself I’m a woman now—not that I’d ever want him to do that in the first place, but maybe I need to give him more credit because his lips part, and he softly breathes, “So beautiful,” just before his mouth slams against mine again.
I’m stunned for a second before my hands move to the hem of his sweatshirt, and he helps me slip it off him, along with his t-shirt. We toss them behind him, and I don’t get to admire his beautiful body before we’re kissing frantically again.
We should stop.
We should talk.
But I can’t seem to get that thought across to my body.
My hands splay over his muscled back as his slide through my hair, and his tongue slides over mine, making me groan. My cock is hard and aching, but I’m too afraid to do anything about it.
I don’t want to break this beautiful spell.
Somehow though, it doesn’t seem like Royal wants to either. His hand moves to the button on my pants. He flicks it open and is pulling my zipper down when I finally come back to my senses and wrap my hand around his wrist. “Royal, wait.”
He’s breathing heavily, but he stops, pulling back a little to look into my eyes. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I shake my head, trying to catch my breath. “It’s just.” Shit. I can’t think. My balls are achy and full, craving release. I don’t remember the last time I was this turned-on, if ever. But I need to force myself to talk. “I’m a guy...” I manage dumbly.
I want to crawl into a hole in that moment, my cheeks flushing, but he only smiles then—that confident grin I’m used to but which somehow seems different too. “Oh.” His hand slides over my hard dick through the material of my pants. “Iknow.”
I swallow hard, fighting the urge to thrust up into his touch. “But...”
“But what, Soren?” he asks, his hand not moving but not pulling away either. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head quickly, panting with need. “No. I don’t, but...”
“Then be quiet and let me enjoy my first time with a guy.” He presses a firm kiss on my lips. “A very hot guy.” He kisses down my neck, and I tip my head back, letting him kiss and lick over my throat. “A very, very fucking hot guy.”
I moan as he starts to move his hand over me again, palming my cock over my pants. I’m leaking profusely, and my balls are pulled up tight to my body, begging for a release, but I won’t rush him.
This isn’t an experiment for him. I can feel it deep in my bones. But it is his first time with a man, as he said. And I don’t want to rush him.
“Can I see?” he asks, moving back to my lips.
I nod slowly, my nose brushing his, and he smiles.
“Stand up.”
I nod again dutifully as I do as he asks, standing up and staying still. His big hands grip my ass, pulling me into him with my groin right at his face. I’m about to pull back to push my pants down, but he shocks me yet again when he pushes my slacks down but leaves my briefs on. I take that as him telling me that’s as far as he wants to go and step out of my pants, kicking them away, but making no other move to rid my briefs.
I start to sit down again, but he holds onto my hips in a firm grip, his mouth moving over the tip of my cock that’s trying to poke out of the top of my briefs. “Royal.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, but he doesn’t push me away. I swear he only holds onto me tighter, his hands going to my ass and sliding into my briefs, his big hands gripping my cheeks as he mouths my tip, then slides his tongue down my still-covered shaft.
I think my brain may have actually melted because I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t do anything as he grips my bare ass in his hands and teases my clothed cock. When he moves back to the tip and wraps his lips around it, pushing my underwear out of the way so he can engulf the head, I cry out, “Oh, fuck.”
