Finn
FINN
Jasper moved and somehow we ended up further up the bed, wrapped in each other. I needed to check he was okay, take care of him, but that had been the most intense experience I’d ever had. I could barely remember my own name.
“Was that okay?” Jasper asked after a while, his voice soft and vulnerable.
I pried my eyes open, twisting my head to face him, cupping his cheek.
“You were perfect, Professor.”
He chuckled. “You’re never going to call me anything else, are you?”
I let out a contented sigh. “Probably not. But shouldn’t I be asking you if I was okay? I mean, that was your first time with a man.”
He nuzzled my neck with his nose, his arm tightening around my waist. The fooling around had been spectacular, but this was like affection porn right now and I couldn’t get enough.
“Perfect. I mean, you might have been rubbish and I have no means for comparison, but I think as a baseline, it’s a good place to start.” I could hear the humour in his tone.
I smiled. “Well, I’m glad I could provide you with a solid baseline.”
He leant up on his elbow, his fingers drifting over my abs, tracing the lines they made and then circling my nipples, the attention making my cock start to thicken again.
“I have questions,” he said.
“Oh. Go on then.”
“Does it always feel like that? That intense?”
Warmth spread through me. It was obvious he’d enjoyed it, but hearing him say it did something to boost my needy ego.
“I mean, it’s always possible to have crappy sex, no matter what gender you’re having it with, but I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it.”
He edged his fingertip around my belly button. “Was me… what I did to you okay?”
I laughed, bringing my hand to the back of his head and wrapping it around the nape of his neck. “Yes, Professor. The fact you deep throated me with no notice and made me come like a teenager should suggest that I was more than satisfied with your attempts.”
He chuckled, his fingers moving to my scars. “Is this okay?” he whispered. “Touching you here.”
I nodded. “They don’t hurt anymore.”
We stayed silent for a few minutes as he traced each one, until my skin was tingling and my cock was hard again. I’d not been this needy for a while, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“And is this okay?” he let out as he swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on mine as his fingers dropped south to my shaft.
“What? Touching me?”
He nodded.
“Touch away, Professor.”
“You might regret it later when you get sick of me touching you.”
I kept my huff to myself and the words I wanted to say, which was never .
But I should have known something would interrupt our little sexual experiment, and when Jasper’s phone pinged with a message a little while later and the relaxed expression vanished from his face, I should have taken it for the omen that it was.