“You’re sure?” Pel pursued.
“I promise,” Tor assured him. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you. I’ll even promise to give a gentle critique if you’d like. There’s always something that someone can improve. Honestly, I’ve been doing this for a while, but what’s good for someone else might not be good for you. Maybe you have a sensitive spot or don’t have a sensitive spot, and I might not catch that. We both learn, right?”
“Right,” Pel agreed. He considered for a moment and then said, “I’d like us to be on the bed, I think.”
Tor grinned at him and waggled his eyebrows. “Like to see me on display?”
“Like to be on top of you,” Pel answered smartly, and Tor just grinned, reminded again that inexperience didn’t equal shyness.
Pel was stubborn and hard-working and dedicated, and Tor was quite sure that this was going to be amazing, technically skilled or not. He stretched out on the bed, folding his hands behind his head and stretching his legs out, his erection jutting proudly between them.
“Like what you see?” he asked with mock-innocence.
Pel was standing at the end of the bed staring at Tor like hevery muchenjoyed what he was seeing. He smiled at Tor, and then he crawled onto the bed, settling between Tor’s legs. Pel knelt there for a moment, seeming to think about how he was going to do this. Tor bit his lip and let the other man figure things out. If he wanted advice, he’d ask.
After another moment of contemplation, Pel reached out and wrapped a hand around Tor’s cock, pumping it a few times. Tor’s hips jerked.
“Oh, one more thing,” Tor said.
Pel laughed, saying triumphantly, “Knew it!”
Tor couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll do my best not to try to shove my cock down your throat. I’m usually pretty good with my self-control, but as you can see, there are somereactions that are instinctive. You’re more than welcome to hold my hips down, and if ever I do thrust too hard, you back off and breathe. Right?”
“Right,” Pel agreed after a moment. “I wasn’t very polite earlier, was I?”
It took Tor a moment to realize he was talking about when Tor had pleasured him.
Tor grinned. “You were doing exactly what I wanted. Taking someone that deep is a skill unto itself.”
Pel made a face, but then his lips tipped up a little. “It did feel good.”
“I’m glad.”
Pel sucked in a breath and blew it out again, his hand moving lightly up and down Tor’s cock, as though he were getting a feel for it.
Tor had no objection to that, although the teasing touch made him want to squirm.
And then Pel leaned down, and Tor could feel his breath gust across the head of his cock. He would definitely have jerked if Pel’s hand wasn’t already wrapped around him.
“Your breath is also nice,” Tor said, voice already a little strained.
Pel looked up at him, startled, then down at Tor’s cock. He grinned a little bit evilly, then pursed his lips and deliberately blew across the head of Tor’s cock. Tor shuddered, and Pel’s grin grew even wider.
Tor would be concerned—except that he was getting exactly what he wanted.
Pel blew experimentally a few more times, and then he leaned in and swiped across the head of his cock with the flat of his tongue. Tor groaned. Pel sucked on the head this time, then lapped up the pre-come that had appeared thanks to his efforts.
“Still a bit salty,” Pel said, and Tor let out a breathless laugh.
“Yes, it usually is,” he agreed. “Apparently, what you eat can vary the taste, but it’s generally agreed not to be the most pleasant flavor. Some think it’s worth it to please their partner. Some people spit, which is totally fine.”
Pel lapped at the head again. “Let me guess: you always swallow.”
“Overachiever,” Tor gasped out.
He wasn’t sure why this was so arousing, but it really was. Delaying the experience was doing it for him in a major way.
“But you won’t mind if I spit?”
