Page 51 of Prince Material
He froze above me, eyes searching mine in the darkness. “What’s wrong? Do you not want…?”
“No, no, I want. Believe me.” I had to swallow before I could continue. “But we need to talk first, before we go any further.”
He frowned, brow furrowing adorably. “Talk? About what?”
I took a deep breath, struggling to gather my scattered thoughts. Orson’s warm weight on top of me was incredibly distracting. “About expectations. Experience. What you want, what you’re comfortable with.”
“Oh.” He bit his lip, looking suddenly shy. “I guess that makes sense.”
“So…” I began, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. “Have you ever been with a guy before?”
Orson’s eyes skittered away from mine for a moment before meeting them again. “Yeah. A couple of times.” His cheeks were flushed, from arousal or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell. “Nothing too serious though. Mostly hand jobs and I’ve had a few blow jobs.”
I nodded, trailing my fingers lightly up and down his spine in what I hoped was a soothing gesture. At least we weren’t starting from zero. “Okay. And what about other stuff? Penetration?”
The flush on his cheeks deepened. “Once. I was on the, uh, receiving end. It was okay, but kind of awkward. We didn’t really know what we were doing.”
Relief coursed through me at his answer, followed quickly by a pang of jealousy at the thought of him with someone else. I pushed it aside. The past was the past. All that mattered was the present. “That’s normal,” I assured him. “It takes practice. Communication.”
“What about you?” he asked, voice tentative. “I mean, I know you’re more experienced than I am.”
That was an understatement. I hesitated, then decided to lay my cards on the table. “Yeah, I have a fair amount of experience. With giving and receiving. And I get tested regularly. I’m also on PrEP.”
His brow furrowed. “PrEP?”
“Pre-exposure prophylaxis. It’s a daily pill that reduces the risk of HIV infection.” I shrugged. “I figured, given my lifestyle, it was the responsible thing to do.”
Orson nodded slowly, processing this new information. “That makes sense. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.” He paused, biting his lip. “Can I ask, like, how many partners…? Or is that not okay to ask?”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This was the part I had dreaded. “A fair number, but always safely. And never anything serious. Until now.”
His eyes widened at that, a tentative hope blooming in their depths. “Until now?”
“This is…” I searched for words. I couldn’t go too fast, reveal too much, but god, I wanted to. “This is different. I want more than sex, than a hookup.”
A slow, sweet smile spread across his face, making my heart turn over. “Yeah?”
“Yes. We’ll take it as slow as you want, okay? No pressure. So, in terms of what you want tonight… I’m happy to follow your lead. We can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.”
He cocked his head, as if considering my words. Well, of course he would. This was Orson, after all, a man who never did anything without thinking it through first. “I think I want…” His cheeks turned crimson and Jesus, I wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep this precious little cinnamon roll safe. “I want to fool around a bit? M-make each other come?”
I was so on board with that. “Hands? Mouth?”
“I’m not good at… I’m not sure I’d be good at, you know, giving… oral, since I have no experience, so I might need you to guide me a bit. Show me what to do.”
My heart swelled at his words, at the trust he was placing in me. “Of course…”
I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, trying to pour all the tenderness I felt into the press of my lips. He melted against me, hands coming up to rest on my biceps as he let me take the lead.
I took my time, savoring the slide of our tongues, the way his breath hitched when I nipped at his full bottom lip. My hands roamed his back, fingers dancing over each bump of his spine before dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts to palm the smooth globes of his ass.
He gasped into my mouth, hips jerking involuntarily, and I smiled against his lips. “Like that, do you?” I murmured, giving his cheeks a firm squeeze.
“Y-yes,” he breathed, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. Theywere dark with arousal, only a thin ring of golden brown visible around blown pupils. “Floris, please…”
I loved hearing him say my name like that, all breathy and needy. I wanted to hear it again and again. Keeping our eyes locked, I slowly slid one hand around to the front of his shorts, cupping the hard bulge of his erection through the thin cotton. He let out a strangled moan, hips bucking into my touch, seeking more friction. I obliged, rubbing my palm against him in slow, firm circles that had him panting and trembling above me.
“Floris,” he gasped again, and it was the sweetest sound. “I need… I want…”
