Chapter 13 #2
“Let’s look at it like you’re learning a new language.
The old one still applies but not in this situation.
” He only went still for a moment that time before curling into me and arranging himself across my lap in a cuddle-the-baby kind of position.
“Learning a new language is never easy unless you’ve got one of those brains where they just suck up new languages. ”
He chuckled. “You sound worried about that.”
“I’m not saying they’re weird, but I really don’t understand it because I flunked high school Spanish twice.
” Part of that was my teacher’s fault because she’d hated me passionately, but my dislike of the language didn’t help.
“I managed to learn enough Chinese in college to pass that class, though.”
“I wonder if it’s about how different the written forms are. Do the characters end up filed away like pictures or words?” All I could do was shrug but he didn’t mind. “I might have to research that, but not now.”
Thank goodness.
“But yes. I like the new language comparison.” He liked it enough to start petting my chest as his stress levels continued to go down. “I didn’t lie in the old language. You’re not a woman. I don’t know how I’ll respond with you.”
Brat.
“I will accept that answer as the truth for the sake of the discussion.” His long drawn-out sigh said he knew I wasn’t pleased with it. “Are you ready to give me a more complete answer?”
“Yes.” He wasn’t happy with the situation, though. “In past situations, I found I needed to be able to focus on one thing at a time, but I don’t have enough data to draw firm conclusions. I also don’t know if the differences in body types could be part of the problem.”
There could honestly be a variety of things that impacted the situation.
“Thank you for being clearer in your explanation, but look at me for a moment, boy.” That order got huffs and puffs that I fought to ignore, but eventually he inched back enough to look up at my face.
“Good boy. I want you to remember that I am not upset that you have a past with women. I have no negative emotions about you needing to reference past partners to explain something. My focus is on us moving forward, but yes, I’m really loving being your first male partner.
All of those can be true for me at the same time, though. ”
Swallowing, he took a moment before nodding slowly. “The first men I found online to answer questions were in a BDSM group based around introducing new men to the lifestyle. But once they realized my past included women, they were quite...aggressive.”
Oh.
“I did more research after that and came to understand there are some men with...limits on that...but I don’t do well adapting once I’ve learned a lesson.
” Taking a steadying breath, he seemed to try to push his emotions or confusion back.
“I’ve been trying to work on that, but it hasn’t been successful. ”
I could understand that.
“You’re doing a wonderful job of explaining that and we’ll adapt to that as we need to. All I ask is that you do your best to work on it once you realize that we’ve run into a lesson kind of issue.” We were lucky he hadn’t been researching on his own longer. “Did you leave that group?”
His enthusiastic nod made me smile. “Good boy. Would you like us to find you a group where the people are nicer?”
He froze.
“Um. I don’t know.” The way his face scrunched up had me kissing his forehead. “And that’s not an incomplete answer this time.”
A lie.
It wasn’t a lie.
“Then we’ll come back to it another time.” Running my hand over his back, I kissed his head and let his body relax again. “Is there anything else you think we need to discuss before we move to the bed?”
“How much work do I need to do to get us back to the naked headspace part?” His question took a second to process. “I always get that wrong.”
Women were very different.
“Wiggle on me and tell me how excited you are to touch me.” Emotional reaction aside, men were far less complicated under most situations, and I was not upset at him in any way.
“Oh.” Blinking, he got a calculating look that had me reminding myself that him learning to manipulate me was not supposed to be sexy. “I can do that.”
As I wondered what his plan would entail, he sat up and shifted so he was straddling my lap. I could see him reviewing everything he’d learned about my reactions, but his cute thinking face just did it for me, so it was a turn-on too.
My favorite part was when he slid my hands down to his ass. “Yes, that’s right.”
Since success was very important to him, I squeezed his cheeks and gave him a soft, pleased moan. “It’s very right.”
He seemed to think that was cute based on his little grin, but it shifted to pleasure as he rocked himself against me. I wouldn’t describe it as sexual pleasure, but he got a rush because of something. “It’s going to be even better when I’m naked and you’re squeezing me.”
It really was.
Before I could tell him that, though, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Based on my research, I’ve been told letting you know that I am clean enough for anything you would like to do would also make you happy.”
Research was amazing.
And so was my sexy boy.