It took Tor a moment to realize that he was propped up on his right side and trying to jerk Tor off with his non-dominant hand.
Tor laughed. “We definitely can.”
There was a moment of rearranging, Pel laughing as Tor swung over him, and then they’d shifted round, and with more confidence this time, Pel wrapped his right hand around Tor’s cock. His grip was already a little firmer, and Tor had to still the urge to thrust. He wanted to let Pel get used to this in his own time.
Pel was staring down at his hand and Tor’s cock. “I can’t rely on what feels good to me.”
He didn’t sound altogether happy about that fact, and Tor couldn’t resist leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “To start, you canalwaysask a partner how they feel. As we have amply demonstrated, communication is important.”
Pel snorted a laugh, and Tor smiled.
“You can listen to the noises the person makes, and you can watch their body. Breathing, movement, all of those can tell you how someone else is reacting to what you’re doing.”
Pel tightened his hand a little, and Tor sucked in a breath.
“Like that?” Pel asked.
“Yeah, you’re going to be fine,” Tor managed to gasp out in something that was almost a normal tone of voice.
Pel beamed at him, looking absolutely delighted, and Tor loved that happy confidence. He’d do everything he could to make Pel feel like that as often as possible.
Pel carefully watched his face, followed the restless movements of his body, and was not shy at all about experimenting with his grip and speed.
Tor finally couldn’t help himself, thrusting his hips to chase the sensations, and Pel’s face lit up. Tor tugged him closer, and Pel kissed him—and then ended up sprawled out on top of him as Tor fell onto his back, Pel’s hand caught between them. They writhed against one another, Pel’s thigh slotting between Tor’s, allowing him to thrust up against the perfect friction.
Pel moved his hand and ground down on him, his smile brilliant as Tor let out a loud groan and did it again.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Tor was arching up, his hips stuttering as he spilled his seed between them.
He sagged back against the mattress, and Pel stretched out on top of him.
“How was that?” Pel was biting his lip and looking at Tor a bit anxiously.
“It was wonderful,” Tor assured him, speaking nothing but the truth, voice still a little languid post-orgasm.
A dawning smile lit Pel’s face, bright and contagious. And Tor was completely, hopelessly, totally besotted.
He’d just rutted against someone and got off like he hadn’t since he was a teen, probably—and it was still one of the best experiences he’d ever had.
Tor had never believed anyone who told him it was different when emotions were involved. Turned out they’d been right after all.
And then Tor wiggled. “Lesson number one: cold semen is gross, and when it dries, it’s even worse.”
Pel laughed. “Oh, yes, that’s true. Sorry.”
They cleaned him up, and Pel seemed to be as fascinated by his flaccid cock as he had been with his erect one.
“I’ve never seen another man’s cock,” Pel answered when he noticed Tor’s gaze. His cheeks went pink. “I mean, probably a glimpse here or there, but this is, uh, different. Being in bed with it. You.” The pink got brighter. “Oh, that sounded so foolish. Sorry.”
Tor was grinning. “You have my permission to stare at me as much as you want. All parts of me. Honestly, it’s my preferred experience.”
Pel scoffed, but he was smiling, and then he kissed Tor, which was the best. Tor wanted Pel to feel confident to take whatever he wanted from him.
Also, he hadn’t experienced a lot of kisses that weren’t just a prelude to fucking. This was really nice.
He’d told the other man that there was a lot for them to discover. He’d meant it, but he’d thought he was exaggerating a little so that Pel would feel more at ease. Instead, Tor was beginning to understand how true it was. There was so much for them to figure out together.
But maybe not right now. Because that was definitely morning light starting to creep in the window.
