Chapter Twenty-One #2
“It sounds ridiculous,” Tor agreed. “But teeth are hard, and you’re sticking my dick in your mouth.
So that’s why there’s a no teeth rule. That being said, I fully expect that at some point, your teeth are going to graze my cock, and I’m going to totally get over it, because you’re going to be super embarrassed and super apologetic, and then you’re going to get on with it anyway because we’ll be in the middle of something, and you’ll realize that stopping in the middle to be horrified is worse that momentarily forgetting the one rule I just gave you. ”
And Pel was now laughing, looking helplessly charmed. “Oh, is that how it’s going to go?”
“Yup,” Tor told him, sounding as ridiculously assured as possible. “Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Pel agreed.
“Seriously, though,” Tor said more soberly, “I don’t expect it to be perfect.
Try not to use your teeth. If at any point you feel like you can’t breathe, pull off.
If you choke, pull off. If I think that it looks like you’re going to pass out because you refuse to stop because you’re stubborn, I’ll back off.
But it’s your mouth and your lungs, so you’re in charge.
You need to be reasonable, though, because at no point do I want to tell your healer that you were injured because you passed out or choked while sucking on my cock. Right?”
Pel was half laughing and half horrified. “Right.”
“Excellent,” Tor said happily. “Third. Because I’m a show off, I sucked your cock into my throat. Don’t do that. Start with the head and work your way up to more as you get comfortable. That could be two hundred times from now.”
Pel blinked. “Two hundred.”
“I have an active imagination, and I think we’re going to be doing this for a very long time.”
Pel’s cheeks went pink, but he looked happy, and his shoulders had relaxed again.
Tor continued. “You can use your hands on the rest of my shaft, and I assure you that it will feel awesome. Questions?”
“Do you really think it’ll take two hundred times for me to improve?”
Tor snorted with laughter and pulled Pel in for a quick kiss. “Oh, goddess, now I see giving a number was a mistake. I just meant that there was no timeline.”
Pel made a face but didn’t argue again.
Tor kissed him once more, more leisurely this time, until more of the tension went out of him.
“Seriously,” Tor murmured against his mouth. “I’m really happy to learn this with you, and I’m looking forward to days, weeks, months of learning together.”
Tor was hoping for years, but he managed not to say that yet.
Earnestly, he continued, “I’m not in a hurry, and I will feel altogether worse if you try to rush and have a bad experience. Take your time, figure out what you like to do. You may not like sucking cock. Not everyone does.”
Pel blinked at him. “But you like getting your cock sucked. Don’t you? You said that everyone likes to get their cock sucked.”
“True,” Tor agreed. “But that was probably an exaggeration. For everything that most people like, there’s some people who don’t, which is perfectly fine. And yes, I like getting my cock sucked, but it’s not… a necessity of life, you know?”
Pel still looked troubled.
Tor pointed out, “Up until yesterday, I thought you weren’t attracted to me and we’d never have sex.
But I was still here, wasn’t I? It’s not about what you can do for me.
It’s about how you make me feel—and not in a sexual way.
I want to spend time with you. Every day.
Riding and grooming the horses and training and trying to get out of drinks with your father. ”
Pel huffed a laugh that sounded a little wet.
Tor swallowed. “It’s spending time with you in whatever way we enjoy. I promise. I’m not going anywhere, even if we haven’t figured everything out yet.”
Pel sniffed. “You don’t live here.”
“But I think I have amply demonstrated my ability to visit. And who’s to say you couldn’t visit me? I’m sure we can figure this out.”
Pel sucked in a breath and then blew it out. “All right. I’d like that. I’d also like to suck you.”
Tor smiled broadly. “We can definitely figure that out. But there’s more choices.”
Pel groaned, but he was grinning.
Tor was enjoying himself more than he could remember enjoying himself in a long time. And it wasn’t like he’d stopped finding sex fun or anything, but this… was different. He had the feeling he’d be thinking that a lot, when it came to Pel.
“Standing works if you’re not self-conscious about being on your knees in front of someone.
It’s not particularly comfortable if you’re on a hard surface.
You should also pay some attention to where the person you’re sucking is standing.
Leaning against a wall can be very handy if their knees might not hold them up. ”
Pel made a noise of understanding. “That makes sense.”
“But you don’t have to be standing. The floor works—though again, better to be lying on a softer surface.
There’s no height issues to worry about, but it can get uncomfortable on your back eventually if you’re hunched over someone.
Bed’s about the same, but obviously more comfortable.
And there are some advanced options that I won’t get into because I suspect I’m already over-sharing. ”
Pel laughed, but he assured Tor, “No, no, I like all the information. If you weren’t sharing it with me, I’d feel uninformed and worry even more that I was messing up.
Just… tell me if I do something you don’t like, all right?
I understand this is all about learning, but I’ll spend the entire time worried that you don’t actually like it and just aren’t telling me. I want to know.”
“Then I’ll tell you,” Tor promised.
He wasn’t concerned at all.
“You’re sure?” Pel pursued.
“I promise,” Tor assured him. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.
I’ll even promise to give a gentle critique if you’d like.
There’s always something that someone can improve.
Honestly, I’ve been doing this for a while, but what’s good for someone else might not be good for you.
Maybe you have a sensitive spot or don’t have a sensitive spot, and I might not catch that. We both learn, right?”
“Right,” Pel agreed. He considered for a moment and then said, “I’d like us to be on the bed, I think.”
Tor grinned at him and waggled his eyebrows. “Like to see me on display?”
“Like to be on top of you,” Pel answered smartly, and Tor just grinned, reminded again that inexperience didn’t equal shyness.
Pel was stubborn and hard-working and dedicated, and Tor was quite sure that this was going to be amazing, technically skilled or not. He stretched out on the bed, folding his hands behind his head and stretching his legs out, his erection jutting proudly between them.
“Like what you see?” he asked with mock-innocence.
Pel was standing at the end of the bed staring at Tor like he very much enjoyed what he was seeing.
He smiled at Tor, and then he crawled onto the bed, settling between Tor’s legs.
Pel knelt there for a moment, seeming to think about how he was going to do this.
Tor bit his lip and let the other man figure things out. If he wanted advice, he’d ask.
After another moment of contemplation, Pel reached out and wrapped a hand around Tor’s cock, pumping it a few times. Tor’s hips jerked.
“Oh, one more thing,” Tor said.
Pel laughed, saying triumphantly, “Knew it!”
Tor couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll do my best not to try to shove my cock down your throat.
I’m usually pretty good with my self-control, but as you can see, there are some reactions that are instinctive.
You’re more than welcome to hold my hips down, and if ever I do thrust too hard, you back off and breathe. Right?”
“Right,” Pel agreed after a moment. “I wasn’t very polite earlier, was I?”
It took Tor a moment to realize he was talking about when Tor had pleasured him.
Tor grinned. “You were doing exactly what I wanted. Taking someone that deep is a skill unto itself.”
Pel made a face, but then his lips tipped up a little. “It did feel good.”
“I’m glad.”
Pel sucked in a breath and blew it out again, his hand moving lightly up and down Tor’s cock, as though he were getting a feel for it.
Tor had no objection to that, although the teasing touch made him want to squirm.
And then Pel leaned down, and Tor could feel his breath gust across the head of his cock. He would definitely have jerked if Pel’s hand wasn’t already wrapped around him.
“Your breath is also nice,” Tor said, voice already a little strained.
Pel looked up at him, startled, then down at Tor’s cock. He grinned a little bit evilly, then pursed his lips and deliberately blew across the head of Tor’s cock. Tor shuddered, and Pel’s grin grew even wider.
Tor would be concerned—except that he was getting exactly what he wanted.
Pel blew experimentally a few more times, and then he leaned in and swiped across the head of his cock with the flat of his tongue. Tor groaned. Pel sucked on the head this time, then lapped up the pre-come that had appeared thanks to his efforts.
“Still a bit salty,” Pel said, and Tor let out a breathless laugh.
“Yes, it usually is,” he agreed. “Apparently, what you eat can vary the taste, but it’s generally agreed not to be the most pleasant flavor. Some think it’s worth it to please their partner. Some people spit, which is totally fine.”
Pel lapped at the head again. “Let me guess: you always swallow.”
“Overachiever,” Tor gasped out.
He wasn’t sure why this was so arousing, but it really was. Delaying the experience was doing it for him in a major way.
“But you won’t mind if I spit?”
Tor shook his head. “Of course not. Just happy to be with you.”
Pel’s hand stilled for a second on Tor’s cock, and then it moved fractionally once again as Pel leaned down and kissed the head.
Tor sucked in another breath.
Pel grinned. “You’re very charming.”
“So are you,” Tor assured him.