✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

9. Their First Kiss

Blake's mouth on his was soft and hot, and Vance couldn't help making a small noise against him. His heart was pumping as fast as it could and made his skin overheat like a steaming engine. Yet the moment he felt Blake's soft lips press against his, it felt like something in him that was coiled so tightly had finally unwound, and some strange rush of electricity flashed through his veins every minute.

He made another noise when Blake's tongue passed over his bottom lip. Vance could feel Blake smirk before trying another hot, soft lick against the seam of his lips. It was kind of scary, but it was also jabbing bolts of heat into his stomach.

"Relax, Vance." Blake stroked a thumb over his cheek. He licked again, trying to get him to part his lips. "Open up, please."

Something in Vance's mind latched onto that idea, already softened up from the hot shock of Blake's mouth, and he felt this urge to do what Blake told him. Vance was going to do it, but he needed to work himself up to it. Everything was so hot, and even though they had just started, it felt good.

Blake tugged Vance closer by the waist. He murmured against his lips, "C'mon, open up for me, Vance."

After a few seconds, Vance parted his lips, unsure what to do now and still very nervous, but Blake tipped his head back and oh. Their lips slotted together, and Blake started this gentle, slow push and pull—pushing in to take Vance's bottom lip between his and pulling back with the lightest suction, then diving back in to do it again. He continued this repetitive, hypnotic movement until Vance got the hint to move with him, and Christ, no wonder couples loved to suck face if it was like this. Blake started making small, gentle licks against Vance's bottom lip on every other push in. It was so embarrassing, but Vance kept making little wincing noises with every touch of Blake's tongue.

"Fuck. Is this your first kiss? You're so cute." Blake started to suck a little harder on his lip, and Vance didn't know why that felt so good, but it did. Blake kept licking and sucking and driving Vance just about crazy until he pulled away just to say, "God, you're so hot."

"Sh-shut up." Blake really needed to stop talking before Vance's skin caught on fire.

Blake did shut up but only because he went back in to keep kissing Vance. He kept sucking and licking, and he got more aggressive with his tongue. Vance had to pull away a bit—not enough to break the kiss or anything but just because it was more than he could handle. Blake got the message and pulled off, fingers stroking behind his jaw as an apology.

"Sorry, I'll slow down." He leaned in and kissed the corner of Vance's mouth as the hand that wasn't rubbing the back of Vance's neck hooked in his belt loop and pulled him in.

His gut pulsed with the tug, and Vance wondered what part of this was slow? He was all but overloaded. Vance looked down at where Blake was gripping his hip, fingers entwined in the belt loop to keep him close. Before he could lose his nerve, he stuttered out, "Don't... no further, okay?"

He grinned. "Yes, sir."

Vance let himself be drawn into another kiss, trying and failing to keep his voice in when Blake would venture a little closer to the inside of his mouth. Vance tried to kiss back somehow, not wanting to look totally clueless, and copied Blake. He brushed his tongue against Blake's.

He made an appreciative hum and stroked Vance's cheek. "Mm, there we go. Good."

A pleasant flutter tickled the inside of Vance's stomach at the praise, but there was no time to unpack exactly what that meant because Blake was already licking into his mouth again. Blake was going pretty steady with gentle movements, but Vance couldn't scrape up enough courage to do more than a little sucking and licking. Blake didn't seem to mind though and answered every lick with little encouraging hums. Blake's hands kept rubbing his neck and tugging at his hip all the time.