Page 39 of To Cuddle A Gremlin

“I have you in my sights. I want to take a bite of you and never stop,” Isadore answered. Hopefully, that wasn’t too over-the-top. Terrifying Sebastian was not part of his agenda. Isadore only hoped to open his mind up to possibilities.

“Is that a gremlin fetish?”

“Uh, no, don’t think so?” Isadore sat on Sebastian, the wind taken out of his sails. “I was trying to be sexy.”

“Ahh, I see.”

Isadore blew out air and leaned forward, resting his elbows on both sides of Sebastian’s head. He could see the striations of many colours in Sebastian’s eyes and the nerves Sebastian triedto hide. “Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want. But I am going to push a few boundaries.”

Sebastian swallowed audibly. “Okay… I guess?”

“It will be, and they’re teeny tiny ones. Like I’m gonna kiss you now.” Isadore kissed Sebastian, feeling the rapid breathing. He kept his touches light and airy so as not to scare Sebastian any more than necessary. “How did you like that bit of affection?”

“Somewhere around a twelve—mmmph.”

Isadore dove in and swept his tongue inside Sebastian’s mouth. The rich taste of wine and Sebastian made his mind swirl. But the most important thing he noted was how willing Sebastian was. He had relaxed into the cushions and held tight to Isadore’s hips. His grip was supportive, helping Isadore instead of barring him. Sebastian trusted Isadore to do what was best for them. And Stars, Isadore prayed he was up to the task. Sebastian deserved it.

Isadore remained chaste in his kisses and his touches. Sebastian had to find pleasure in this. Sebastian’s moans were delightful, but not sinful. He was enjoying what Isadore did, but the sounds weren’t the ones of a person ready to take things further. Still good enough for Isadore to continue playing.

“Bastian, you having fun?” Isadore whispered, needing to know he was on the same wavelength.

“I think so? Kissing is nice, but I’m trying to understand why you’re all breathless and stuff.” The query in Sebastian’s voice answered one of Isadore’s unspoken questions.

“Because I'm turned on. Can you feel me?” Isadore placed Sebastian’s hand on his hard cock. He winced at the sensation. His desire for Sebastian was strong, and having Sebastian caress him, even unintentionally, brought him close to climax. He exhaled heavily through his nose, steeling himself to Sebastian’s innocent exploration.

“You’re warm, almost hot.” Sebastian wiggled on the couch as he frowned at Isadore. “In the books?—“

Isadore began shaking his head at Sebastian’s words. Romance novels were not the best teacher. “Books don’t always get it right. As much as we both love them, in this instance, they’re a hindrance.”

"But not every single one of them can be wrong. I mean, there has to be some truth to what the authors put out there.” Sebastian’s voice grew high-pitched the more he spoke. Everything Isadore had done to bring Sebastian down to a mid-level of arousal disappeared.

“Shh, it’s okay. Sometimes they get real-world romance wrong. Writers don’t understand that not everyone wants the same thing. But we’ll find our own path. Like me, casually petting your side and you, relaxing into my touch. That’s good, right?” Isadore wriggled his way to lying beside Sebastian on the couch, their bodies pressed together from stem to stern. The pressure of Sebastian’s nervous self against Isadore gave him a barometer of how Sebastian felt and allowed him to change course at a moment’s notice. In this moment, Sebastian needed Isadore’s reassurance about everything they did.

“This is why no one comes up here because they have expectations from me or about me! And I just want to drink stuff and learn more about them. You—you…why does this have to be all so damned confusing?” Sebastian’s frustration came to a boiling point and exploded out in a torrent of words and gestures.

“Because life is like that? Do you want to lie here and snuggle? Sounds like a perfect activity. I like having you close to me.”

“But you’re hard! And that means that you’ll want sex, and I don’t think I can give it to you.” Sebastian tried to wrestle intoa sitting position, but Isadore refused. If they sat up, Sebastian’s anxieties would have won.

“Yes, I am, but I can live with the pressure. It’s kinda pleasant. Don’t worry about me, love. This is for you. All for you.”

“But that’s not fair. It shouldn’t be about me. I need to suck it up and?—“

“Absolutely not.” Isadore captured Sebastian’s chin in his hand and stared deep into his eyes. “This is not one of those situations where you take one for the team. You have to enjoy this in order for me to as well.”

“But why?” Sebastian whined. He attempted to cover his face, but Isadore wouldn’t let him. Isadore had to see Sebastian’s expressions to make sure they were still on the same page.

“Because I get more pleasure if you are, and if you’re faking it…” Isadore trailed off before kissing Sebastian on the mouth.

Sebastian returned the kiss with fervor. His fingers curled around Isadore’s waist and pressed harder. His breath deepened as they continued. They were on the same page, but Isadore kept his touch slow and easy, which worked like a charm for Sebastian. And a happy Sebastian was a happy Isadore.

They kissed for a while on the couch. Isadore loved every minute. This was worth waiting for. Isadore could stay on this couch, with dim lights and Sebastian cozied up, kissing him forever and a day. Sebastian’s body language told Isadore the same thing, his hardening cock pressing alongside Isadore’s own. Gently, tentatively, Isadore slid a hand down between their bodies, caressing Sebastian on top of his clothes before finding the waistband of his jeans. With a deft twist of fingers, the button released, giving Isadore access to the warmth hiding there. Sebastian’s breath hitched for a moment and then settled.

Isadore continued moving his hand toward the target and wrapped his fingers around the silk-covered prize. Sebastian’scock was stiff, despite what Sebastian said. He stroked the length, memorizing the feel and the heat. Sebastian’s breath was unsteady, and when Isadore met his gaze, his eyes were dark and tense. Not the combination Isadore was looking for, but he had pushed Sebastian’s boundaries. Sebastian was new to this, likely unused to strangers caressing his most sensitive spot.

He kept the kisses seductive and teasing, making sure Sebastian was still enjoying himself. Raunchy kisses at the moment weren’t in the plans. Sebastian had too much bullshit going on in his head for Isadore to go all-out with bites and saliva. Getting him used to another person’s touch, as well as his own desires, seemed to be the best idea. And from what Isadore could tell, Sebastian was enjoying himself. The noises Sebastian made delighted Isadore. They were joyful, eager, and aroused.

“Sebastian? I’m gonna caress you now. Is that okay? Tell me and I’ll stop.” Isadore stroked the long length of Sebastian’s cock with his thumb, loving the sensation of steel wrapped in soft, silky fabric. He ached to feel the bare skin under his fingers, but he had to confirm Sebastian was still on board.

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