“Jesus, Connor.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Leyden pulled Connor into his lap, hands framing Connor’s face. “Yes, of course it’s a yes. At the risk of sounding like a broken record though, I just want to make sure this is really what you want.”
Connor adjusted his stance, straddling Leyden’s thighs, settling his weight deliberately. “It is.”
They sat like that, foreheads pressed together, their breathing unsteady but in sync.
“I’m nervous,” Connor admitted quietly. “I don’t know what to do. Don’t know if I’ll be any good at it.”
“We’ll figure it out together.” Leyden’s thumbs stroked Connor’s cheekbones. “I’ll guide you through everything. We’ll go as slow as you need.”
“What if I panic? What if I get halfway through and can’t…”
“Then we stop.” Leyden’s voice was firm. “No questions, no disappointment. We stop whenever you need to stop.”
Connor nodded, some of the tension easing from his shoulders.
“Have you thought about what you want?” Leyden asked. “What you’re comfortable with?”
Connor’s face heated. “I... I’ve been researching.”
Leyden’s eyebrows rose. “Researching?”
“On the forum.” Connor looked down at where their bodies pressed together. “There were posts about first times. About what worked and what didn’t. About different positions and... preparation.”
Leyden’s hands slid to Connor’s hips, grip tightening. “And?”
“And I want you to fuck me.” Connor forced himself to meet Leyden’s eyes. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to know what it’s like.”
Leyden groaned, low and rough. His arousal was unmistakable now, hard between them.
“We should talk about boundaries,” Leyden managed. “Expectations. What you’re comfortable with before we actually get to penetration.”
Connor nodded. His own arousal built steadily, heat spreading through his body. “I like when you kiss me. When you touch me. I want more of that.”
“Okay. What else?”
“I want to touch you. All of you. Without stopping.” Connor’s hands slid under Leyden’s shirt, palms flat against warm skin. “I want to see what makes you feel good.”
Leyden’s breath caught. “I can work with that.”
“I’m scared I’ll freeze up,” Connor admitted. “That I’ll want it until it actually happens, and then I’ll panic.”
“Then we go slow. We don’t have to do everything tonight, or even this week. We can work up to it.” Leyden’s hands gentledon Connor’s hips. “Start with just touching. Kissing. Figure out what feels good and what doesn’t.”
Relief flooded Connor’s chest. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Are you okay if I touch you? Under your clothes?”
Connor’s heart raced. “Yes.”
“And if I use my mouth? On your skin, your chest, your…”
“Yes.” Connor’s voice came out rough. “I want that.”
Leyden kissed him then, deep and hungry and perfect. Connor kissed back with matching intensity, grinding down against Leyden’s lap.
