“Yeah.”
Then he smiled, one of those wide smiles I had missed, and hugged me. I wasn’t expecting it and fell backwards, letting out an “oof.” We rearranged our bodies so we were cuddling more comfortably, me resting against the arm of the couch, his head against my chest. I brushed a hand through his soft hair. That morning, I’d woken up dreading the day ahead with nothing to look forward to, just studying and monotony. I’d never have guessed my evening would end with Leo in my arms.
“Are you still angry with me?” he whispered.
“You’re in my arms,” I said. That was answer enough.
“Then…can I kiss you?”
My heart pounded. “Yeah,” I breathed.
I didn’t make it easy for him. I could’ve lowered my head, but I was too distracted. The muscles in Leo’s arm flexed as he held himself up, and then he brushed his lips against mine, whisper light. I inhaled the clean and subtle smell of him, which I’d almost forgotten over the past few weeks.
My lips parted first, and Leo deepened the kiss, his tongue wet and warm and soft, and in the next moment, I threw away all my dignity. I dragged my hands down the length of his back. Itwisted fingers through his hair and tugged his lower lip between my teeth, eliciting a hiss from him. Leo stretched out over me, his hips pressing flush against mine, and he kissed me until I was breathless.
“Leo,” I murmured, “let’s move to my bed.”
We made out in my bed for what felt like hours but was probably closer to twenty minutes. A few times, we’d pull back to catch our breath, and Leo would look at me with dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks, and I’d have no choice but to attack him with kisses all over again.
By the time he rolled himself off me, I was sure my lips were bruised purple-pink.
“Can —” he was out of breath. “Can I —”
“Yes,” I said. The answer should’ve been obvious from how I rubbed against him like a dog in heat.
“Even if I’m not any good?”
“You will be.”
“How can you know that?”
I cupped his face. “Because you’re you, Leo. You’re hot and cute and the fact you’re so desperate to please makes you good automatically.”
He blinked a couple of times. “It does?”
“Yeah.” I leaned closer so my lips graved his ear. “Nothing’s hotter than enthusiasm.”
When I pulled away, Leo was staring at me with dark pupils. He reached for my hands, shyly at first, fingertips dragging over my knuckles. Then he intertwined his fingers with mine. A second later, he was embracing me again, his arousal pushing against my thigh, his nose pressed against my neck. “Can I take your pants off?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He shuffled down so he was kneeling between my spread legs. I grabbed my pillows and propped them behind me so I was half-sitting up.
Slowly, he slid my pants down, and I looked at the bulge pressing against the front of my boxer briefs. I was hard but not as aroused as I expected, and underneath my excitement was a thrum of worry. Why? Despite my reassurances, was I secretly afraid Leo would bite my dick off? Or maybe I was still scared that he was disgusted by me — that he enjoyed getting off with a man’s hands and mouth, but the idea of reciprocating repulsed him.
But then I saw the way Leo stared at the outline of my erection, and relief flooded through me. I slid my jocks down until they tangled around my knees. My cock sprang out, bobbing slightly, and Leo looked at it the same way I’d seen him look at my lips: intensely and greedily.
He pulled off my boxer briefs completely, tossing them somewhere on the bed, then inched closer, wetting his lower lip. “Can I?” he started, reaching out one hand.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Touch it.”
He curled his hand gently around the middle of my length.
“It’s bigger than I expected.” He brought his face closer. “Maybe it just looks big compared to your thighs.”
“Thanks,” I drawled.
“No, I —” his eyes flashed with alarm. “I meant that now that I’m looking at it, I don’t know how it’s going to fit in my mouth.”
