"Good. Then let me lead. Let me show you how this works."
I kissed him slowly. Thoroughly. Teaching him how to use his tongue. How to vary pressure. How to drive someone crazy with just a mouth.
Julian was a fast learner. Adapted quickly. Started kissing back with more finesse and less desperation.
My hands explored. Found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. Julian lifted his arms without breaking the kiss. Let me strip the shirt off and drop it on the floor.
Then I just looked at him.
Lean muscle. Smooth skin. A few scattered freckles across his shoulders. Beautiful in a way that made my chest tight.
"You're staring," Julian said. His voice was shy. Self-conscious.
"You're beautiful."
"I'm not—"
"You are. And I'm going to prove it to you."
I leaned in and kissed his throat. His collarbone. The hollow at the base of his neck. Julian's head fell back. Gave me access. His hands gripped my shoulders.
I worked my way down. Learning what made him gasp. What made him moan. What made his breath catch.
When I found his nipple and sucked, Julian nearly came off my lap.
"Oh God—Elio—"
"Sensitive?" I did it again. Watched him arch and shudder.
"I didn't know—I've never—"
"I know. I'm teaching you." I gave the other one the same attention. "Your body's never been touched like this. Everything's new. Everything's intense. Just feel it."
Julian was trembling. Hands clutching my shoulders like I was the only thing keeping him anchored. I could feel him hard against me. Could feel my own answering hardness. Could feel control slipping further with every sound he made.
I kissed my way back up to his mouth. Kissed him deep while my hands explored his back. His sides. The lean muscle of his abdomen.
"Can I touch you?" I asked against his lips.
"Yes. Please. I need—"
"I know what you need."
My hand slid between us. Cupped him through the pajama pants. Julian made a sound I'd never heard before—desperate and needy and completely overwhelmed.
"Too much?" I asked.
"Not enough. Please, Elio, I need—"
"Tell me. Use your words."
"I don't know what I need. I just—it's too much and not enough and I feel like I'm going to explode—"
Poor kid was wound so tight he was barely coherent. I gentled my touch. Rubbed slow circles. Let him get used to the sensation.
"We're going to take this slow," I said. "I'm going to make you feel good. But we're not rushing. This is your first time being touched like this. I want you to remember every second."
"I'll remember. God, Elio, please—"
