We want the same thing.
So I lean in, slow enough to let him pull away if he wants to.
He doesn’t.
He leans into me like he’s been waiting, like this kiss is something he’s been waiting for ever since he got here.
And when our lips meet, it’s hungry, but not rushed.
His mouth opens beneath mine—shy, always shy, but willing. Trusting.
And fuck, I want to deserve that trust.
My thumbs stroke gently across his cheeks as I kiss him deeper, tasting every breath, every inch of trembling softness he offers me. He kisses me back like he means it. Like every slow, desperate drag of his mouth over mine is a question he’s terrified to ask, but still asks anyway.
I answer him with a deeper kiss, harder and feverish until we’re gasping into each other’s mouths, heat pulsing between us like a second heartbeat.
Gently, I guide him down, never breaking the kiss. My hand cradles the back of his head as I lower him onto the bed, slow enough that he knows he can stop me at any second.
But he doesn’t. He lets me.
He parts his legs without hesitation, and my breath catches in my throat when I settle between them. The space he makes for me feels sacred. Offered.
Every part of him feels like fire.
His legs cradle my hips, pulling me in closer until there’s no space between us. Our bodies fit together too perfectly—his clothed erection pressed against mine, the friction so hot it’s almost unbearable.
I grind once, slow but with enough motion that he moans into my mouth, and fuck, it wrecks me. He tastes like want. Like something I could die for.
His right hands slide into my hair, pulling, twisting. While his left hand trails my back, his nails scraping my bare skin, I groan, welcoming the pain as it fuels my need, my hips jerk forward again, desperate to feel more of him. His body arches into mine like he’s trying to crawl under my skin and stay there.
Every scratch, every moan, every damn kiss, it’s all him.
And I want all of him.
I break the kiss, breathing hard, my mouth hovering just above his. His lips are swollen, his breath shaky, and I can’t stop staring.
“Fuck, I want you naked,” I rasp, the words scraping out of my throat like they’ve been living there too long. There’s no shyness in his eyes as he nods a desperate yes, like he wants that too.
I sit up on my knees, dragging my eyes over him—this boy who has no idea what he’s doing to me. My hands find the hem of the tank top he’s wearing, and I peel it off slowly, revealing his stomach, smooth and pale, the subtle taper of his waist that curves like a secret. That waist… fuck. It’s the kind of beauty that haunts you. The kind you ache to touch and wrap your hands around.
His chest rises and falls, and my eyes lock onto those pink nipples, tight with anticipation. Everything about him drives me insane. The way he squirms, the way he looks at me like I’m the only one who’s ever made him feel like this.
I lean down, breathing him in, and press a kiss to the sharp line of his collarbone. His skin is warm and trembling under my mouth. I trail lower, kissing just beneath his throat, feeling the frantic thrum of his pulse.
His body arches, helpless, like it’s chasing the heat of my touch. I kiss across his chest, slow and deliberate, before flicking my tongue over one of his nipples, earning a soft, unguarded sound that shoots straight to my cock. Then I keep going down his stomach, over the delicate curve of his abdomen, until my lips are brushing just above the waistband of his sweatpants.
I pause, hands settling at his hips, and when I glance up, his eyes are glassy with need, but clear, steady, and sure.
He’s not stopping me.
I tug the sweatpants down, slow and careful, watching the way his breath catches, the way his thighs twitch. I slide them off entirely and toss them aside.
And then I just… look.
He’s laid out in front of me, completely bare. His knees are parted, his cock hard and flushed, resting against his stomach, twitching with the smallest movements. His body is slim yet firm, with soft skin and delicate edges, yet still masculine —a mix of both that leaves you completely mesmerized.
And fuck, I still can’t believe he’s mine to look at like this.
