Page 25 of Playing with Fire

I stilled immediately, not removing my hand but not pushing further. "Tell me," I said, studying his flushed face.

Leo bit his swollen lower lip, embarrassment warring with arousal in his expression. "I've never done this before," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Any of it... not really."

I blinked, processing what he was saying. "You're a virgin?" The question came out harsher than intended, rough with surprise.

He nodded, eyes dropping to avoid my gaze. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Look at me," I commanded softly, waiting until those dark eyes met mine again. I released his other wrist to cradle his face between my hands. "The only problem is that I can't believe no one's claimed you before now."

Relief washed over his features. "There was never anyone I trusted enough. Not until you."

The admission hit me with physical force, stealing my breath. I pressed my forehead against his, overwhelmed by the gift he was offering. "No one's touched you," I whispered, possessive satisfaction bleeding into my voice. "No one knows how you taste, how you sound when you're desperate, how you look when you come apart."

"Only you," he confirmed, his hands sliding up my sides, tentative but wanting. "If... if you still want me."

"Want you?" I laughed, the sound strained with desire. "Leo, I've never wanted anyone like this. Never thought I could." I took his hand and deliberately pressed it against the hard outline of my cock, letting him feel my arousal. "Does this feel like I don't want you?"

His eyes widened, fingers curling experimentally around my length through my jeans. The touch, even through layers of fabric, sent electricity racing up my spine. "I thought... with you being asexual..."

"That's what's been tearing me apart," I admitted, my hips rocking forward into his touch without conscious permission. "I've never responded to anyone the way I respond to you. Never wanted someone's hands on me, their mouth on me." I nipped at his lower lip, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. "But with you, I can't stop thinking about it."

Leo's expression turned reverent, his free hand sliding under my shirt to touch bare skin. "You're actually attracted to me? Sexually?"

"So much it terrifies me," I confessed, the honesty burning my throat. "I don't know what that makes me. Demisexual, maybe. Or maybe just Leo-sexual." I tried to smile, but knew it looked more like a grimace. "All I know is that I want your hands on me. Want to feel you bottom while I control exactly how you move, how you touch me, when you're allowed to come."

His cock twitched against my thigh at my words, a damp spot forming on his jeans. "Fuck, Xavier."

I slid my hand around his throat, not squeezing, just holding him exactly where I wanted him. "That's the general idea," I said, my voice dropping to that register that always made him shiver. "Do you know what I've been thinking about, Leo? For months now?"

He shook his head, eyes wide and dark.

"Teaching you exactly how to please me," I growled, my thumb tracing his racing pulse. "Showing you how to use those clever hands, that beautiful mouth. Making you earn every touch, every kiss, every moment of pleasure." I tightened my grip just enough to make his eyelids flutter. "Making you mine so thoroughly that you'll never want anyone else."

A broken sound escaped him, his hips jerking against mine. "Please," he gasped. "Xavier, I need—"

"I know exactly what you need," I interrupted, sliding my free hand down to cup him through his jeans, feeling his length throb beneath my palm. "The question is, do you deserve it yet?"

I squeezed gently, and his head fell back with a thud against the wall, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. The sound was like a drug, making me want to wring more desperate noises from him. I worked my hand over him through the denim, feeling him grow harder.

"Xavier," he panted, clutching at my shoulders. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to—"

"What, Leo?" I taunted, my lips brushing his ear. "Going to come in your pants from just my hand? Before I've even gotten you naked? Before I've shown you all the ways I want to use you?"

His fingers dug into my biceps, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes," he admitted, voice breaking. "Please... I don't want it to be over too soon."

I stilled my hand, impressed by his restraint. "Good boy," I praised, delighting in how the words made him shiver. "So eager to please me already."

I stepped back slightly, giving us both room to breathe. Leo looked utterly debauched—lips swollen, pupils blown, hair mussed from my hands, marks blooming on his neck. Pride surged through me at having reduced him to this state so quickly.

"I want to savor you," I told him, my voice gentler now. "Want to take my time learning every inch of you. Teaching you exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good." I traced the marks I'd left on his neck, watching his eyelids flutter at the contact. "But since this is your first time, we go at your pace, too. If anything doesn't feel right—for either of us—we stop and figure it out."

Leo nodded, swallowing hard. "I trust you, Xavier. Completely." He glanced down, then back up through his lashes in a way that made my breath catch. "You said... you said you prefer to receive?"

The hesitant question made something clench low in my belly. "Yes," I confirmed, watching his reaction carefully. "I like control. Like telling my partners exactly what to do, how to touch me, when they're allowed to come." I stepped closer again, my body a line of heat against his. "But physically, I prefer to bottom while I maintain that control. Does that bother you?"

"God, no," he breathed, his cheeks flushing darker. "That sounds... fuck, that sounds incredible."

Satisfaction curled through me. "You like the idea of being inside me while I tell you exactly how to move? How to touch me? While I use your cock for my pleasure?"

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