“Your turn,” Harper says softly, a small tremor in his voice.
I swallow hard. Deciding now isn’t the time for a show, I tug my shirt off, and wiggle carefully out of my own jeans. I keep my eyes firmly on Harper as I join him under the covers. Without a second thought, I reach for him, dragging him towards me under the heavy comforter.
Harper sighs against my shoulder once I’ve got him positioned just how I want. I run my fingers through his long hair, doing my best to get out some of the knots. He relaxes under my ministrations, happy sighs escaping him that I’m not even sure he’s aware he’s making.
Once he’s boneless against me, I roll over until I’m caging him between my elbows on the bed. A gasp startles out of him, but he stays relaxed.
“You said we could make out,” I point out. I trace his ear with the tip of my finger, grinning when he shivers beneath me.
Letting my body lower down, I line us up tip to toe. My cock slides against his through our boxers and it takes every single ounce of restraint to keep from rutting against him. Slow. This is about Harper, not me.
“I did say that,” Harper replies, eyes firmly on my mouth. He licks his lips once, then his gaze flits back up to mine. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I dip down slowly, trailing my nose across his cheek, before settling my lips across his sweet mouth. His fingers dig into my ribs, tugging me closer, as his legs open wider to allow room for my hips.
I bury my fingers in his hair, using my grip to tug his head into the perfect position to lick into his mouth. A much safer move than allowing my hands to roam his body. I don’t want to overwhelm him in any way. Not tonight. Harper moans into my mouth when I bite his lip, only to dip my tongue between his lips, tangling our tongues together. His hands slip from my ribs to rest at the curve of my spine.
He presses against me until the friction of his cock against mine sends me reeling.
“Fuck, wait.” I pull away from his mouth and press my face into the crook of his neck.
“Did I do something… I did something wrong?” Harper pants out.
“The opposite,” I mumble, playfully nipping at the hollow of his throat. “You’re going to make me come in my pants.”
“Just from kissing?” Harper asks breathlessly, a hint of wonder in his voice.
I pull away from his neck to stare down at him. His pupils are blown with desire, a flush on his gorgeous cheeks. For the first time I notice a small freckle at the corner of his left eye. The single blemish that marks his face. I don’t count the scar on his left temple because the scar is a part of him, something that adds to his beauty.
“Harper,” I say gravelly. “Just looking at you could make me come.”
“Oh.” Harper bites his lip hard, then moves his hand to tenderly cup the back of my neck. “Could we do that?”
I tilt my head. “Do what?”
“Come in our pants?” Harper clarifies with a tiny, barely noticeable smirk.
Fuck. Jesus. Fuck. Fucking fuck.
“Harper…”
Harper smiles sweetly, just before rolling his hips. Oh God. Who exactly is the novice in this situation? Because right now it feels a lot like me. When our cocks slide together again, Harper’s eyes go wide, just before closing on a deep, pleased moan. I can’t take it. I reach back and remove his hands from my shoulders, easily tangling our fingers together. Pressing his hands into the mattress, I roll my hips against him.
Lightning zips down my spine at the feel of our cocks grinding together. Even through my boxers, I can feel how hard he is for me. My mouth fills with saliva at just the idea of having his cock heavy and hard on my tongue. Since I can’t suck his dick, I dive down to suck on his tongue. The moan he lets out twists at the base of my spine, surging pleasure through me.
His fingers tighten around me when I press down hard, seeking enough pressure for us to come. Back arching, tongue pressing against mine, he comes with a moan so beautiful that my own orgasm crashes into me with all the force of a tsunami. White-hot pleasure overtakes me, short-circuiting my brain. Vision blacked out and head full of crackling sounds, I bury my face in Harper’s perfect neck.
Harper keeps making these surprised, but pleased little huffs of pleasure as our hips continue to roll. The wetness from his cum seeps into my boxers, and while it should be gross, it’s not to me. Because all I want to do is rip off his boxers and taste him. All of him. I need to hear him moan again. But tonight isn’t the night, so I calm myself by untangling our hands only to then tangle my fingers in his sweaty hair. He sighs dreamily at the feel of my fingers tightening against his scalp.
“A-plus,” Harper finally murmurs.
I chuckle because Jesus, this beautiful man. “Thank you. You are also an A student.”
Harper lazily runs his hand up and down my spine. “Really?”
I drowsily nod against his neck. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Harper hums in obvious disbelief, but remains quiet. Lying in his arms is the most comfortable I’ve ever felt after any sort of intimacy. With fake boyfriends, my skin always crawls just a little after fucking them. It’s solely getting off. Previous real boyfriends never lasted long enough for sleepovers to really be a thing. So in a lot of ways, Harper is new territory for me as well. We’re both navigating new grounds. But I think we’ll do just fine together.
