Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

37) Ian (somewhat NSFW)

How could he ever explain to him, what he means? But this helps, surely? He kisses him enthusiastically and groans softly as he feels him responding. 
He has no idea how he does it but suddenly Todd has flipped him and is now above him, looking at him with his eyes all shiny. Todd's erection is hard against Ian's thigh. 

"What would you like me to do?" he breathes.
Ian blinks. He's been thinking about this moment all day, feeling like he should do this, because it's the right thing for Todd. But now that he's here he finds that no, he wants to do this. 

He wants Todd to dominate him, he wants to be his, and his alone. 

Surely nothing says he's his, like allowing him into himself? 
He swallows and looks up at his love. 
"I... I would like to try... you know."
Todd's eyes open wide and he freezes. Then he lets himself fall to the side, rests his head on his hand and looks at him very seriously.
"You... you want me to top? What... you don't have to do that, Ian."
Ian smiles at him. 
"I know. I'd like to, though."
It takes Todd a second to process that, and to be honest it's gratifying, seeing him react like that. Ian knows, because he knows Todd, that he would never allow him to do anything like that just because he wanted it. Yet when he glances down he sees that Todd's jeans are about to burst. Is there any better feeling in the world than making your boyfriend that excited?
"Toddy. I'd like to try. Okay? If I don't like it I'll tell you. I promise. I would... I would like to be yours."
That does it, Todd's eyes light up, then become elated. Then he kisses him gently.  
"Okay. If you promise."
"I promise."

To be honest, now that he's got Todd on board he's suddenly feeling an awful less sure of himself. Especially as Todd gets up and walks to his suitcase, zips it open and pulls something out. 
He knows what it must be, of course. 
Lube. 
With how many guys has he used that bottle in his hand? Guys who knew exactly what they were doing? Who had done this? Who weren't virgins? Sure, he's had sex. With girls. Three girls. What does that count for, now, exactly? 
Nothing.  
What can he possibly bring to this equation? 
He follows Todd with eyes he knows are wide as he prowls back to the bed. Oh, he's so good at this. Todd's eyes smolder, and Ian can't help but simper under his intense gaze. 
Did he look at the other guys like this? 
"You're so beautiful." Todd says in his most seductive tone, and Ian shivers. Despite the insecurity, despite having no idea what to expect here, his erection is hard against his jeans. 
He knows he wants this. Not just for Todd, but for himself. 
"So are you." he whispers back. 
He scoots a little further up the bed and invites him in with his eyes. Todd smiles a lazy, sexy smile and climbs up after him. He strokes the back of his hand over his cheek and down, until he gets to the top button of his shirt. Languidly he undoes it. Then he leans over and presses a kiss to the bit of skin he's just unwrapped.
"So beautiful." Todd mumbles as he quickly undoes the rest of the buttons, then helps him shrug out of the shirt. "Just the right amount of hair, and your skin is so soft."
Is he saying this just to make him feel better about himself? Ian guesses that's exactly why, but he can't help it, the words do what they were designed to anyway. 

Maybe Todd is good at the game. No, definitely Todd is good at the game. But he's here with him, right? He's said what he said, right? 
Slowly Ian's head stops twirling and he takes a deep breath as he surrenders himself to the moment at last.