Adorably Silly (ENDED)

You asked for it ...

Tin's POV

When I saw Can approaching, I didn't hesitate. We started kissing but not subtly. I was hungry for Cantaloupe and not exactly melon ... I leaned back against the backrest and pulled him closer to me. He was a little startled but we didn't stop kissing. My hands soon began to get under his sweatshirt and I was amazed at what they were touching: I needed to see him. I noticed that he tensed. I separated.

— Can, take off your sweatshirt.

— Huh?— He was completely red.

— Either you take it off or I take it off.

I thought it was impossible that someone could get redder, but I was wrong. Can shyly looked away. I started to move my hands slowly and he didn't complain. When I got to his sweatshirt, I placed my thumb on the outside and my remaining fingers against his skin ... I went up little by little, as the sweatshirt got up and finally take it off.  I was admiring the surprising sight. Yes, it was surprising, because it seems that so many hours of soccer practice gave its results. I'm not going to say he was an Adonis, but frankly I didn't expect to find anything interesting under his clothes. I couldn't stand it: then I got everything out of him quickly.

— Why are you looking at me like that? —He asked a little scared.

I have no idea what face I may have right now, but I've been dreaming about this for months, he should understand.

— It's like you're going to devour me. —He shrugged a little.

— And I'll do it. —I smirked.

Can was still sitting on me, but his legs, both of them, passed through the same side.

— Sit on me, Can.

— What what what what?

I patted the side where his leg had to go.

— It's to ... make you more comfortable.

He looked very nervous and embarrassed.

— Cantaloupe. We are dressed. —I remembered.

— You do! I don't!

— Oh, do you want me to take it off? —I pointed at my shirt.

Before he said anything. I began to slowly undo it. He looked at me expectantly, felt his strong breathing and watched him contract his muscles with each inhalation. I stared at him, we stayed like that for a few seconds; none moved. I went ahead and lightly unbuttoned the remaining buttons. Cantaloupe kept looking at me with lust, I think at any moment he would drool.

— You like what you see? —I asked arrogantly.

— Love it. —He answered immediately— How can you be so fucking perfect?

I was surprised. It was the first time he said that to me. I smiled. I don't think Can noticed, he was still hypnotized looking at me ... admiring me.

— Can?

There his trance was broken but he became shy again.

— What's going on? —I asked him cautiously.

—It's just ... —he began to play nervously with his hands and looked elsewhere. —I want to touch you ... —It was almost a whisper.

I smiled.

I took him by the shoulder to make him look at me. It took him a bit, but he did it.

— Cantaloupe, you have me at your feet, you can do whatever you want with me. —I told him so he would understand—. How many times should I tell you that I'm in -...?