Another first day

Ch.14.Post-Dinner.Activities.

I kiss him, one hand coming up to lay on the side of his face, the other gripped tight to the front of his shirt. He moans into my mouth, one of his hands running up from my hip to my waist, fingers pressing tight to my skin when I flatten my hand over his stomach.

Our kisses are desperate, quickly going from sweet to rushed and needy, breaths and low moans huffed into each other's mouths, his hand sliding around my back, pulling me in. I take that as an invitation, turning toward him, swinging one leg over him to straddle his lap. He groans, pulling away to look up at me, lips red and shining with our shared spit, eyes low, chest heaving with shaky breathing. He's nervous, his hands shaking as they run gently up my sides, his eyes following along with the movement, the look on his face making me shiver.

"Leon?" His gaze pulls up, baby blue clouded with lust. He hums, low in his chest, hands trailing back down to rest on my hips, hovering over him, scared to take this too far if he's not ready. "Can I touch you?" His head tilts back, a shaky breath leaving him, his hips shifting beneath me, his pants brushing lightly against me, a low moan escaping his lips.

"Shit. Yes, yes. Do whatever you want." He's breathless, his voice barely a whisper, a lower tone than usual. I smile at him, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to his lips, shivering at the needy noise hummed against my mouth when I slip my fingers beneath his shirt, running them up, humming at the feel of his abs. "God, you're so good at this. I don't- I-" He cuts himself off with a gasp, eyes fluttering when I rake my nails down his stomach, stopping at the waist of his pants, grabbing on, pulling lightly. I kiss him again, open mouthed, humming when I feel a shaky breath rip through his chest. I'm enjoying this more than I should, ruining him, but he's making it too easy, giving me the best reactions to the smallest touches, shaking before I've even given him what he wants.

I continue kissing him, running my lips down, over the ridge of his jaw, down his neck. He can't sit still, hips shifting beneath me, a hand carding through my hair, gripping lightly, the other holding desperately to my side, his chest heaving with shaking breaths. I decide to hurry this along, not wanting to torture him for too long, releasing my grip to run my hand further down, teasing over his dick, straining against his pants. Big, bigger than I thought, thick and hot beneath my gentle fingers, the light brush making him rut his hips up, a whiny moan escaping him before he covers his mouth, releasing my hair to keep himself quiet.

"You sound so pretty, Leon." I speak into his throat, smiling into my next kiss when a needy moan vibrates against my lips. God, if he keeps this up I don't know if I'll be able to take it slow, not that he seems to mind, pressing his dick up into my hand, desperate for me to give him more. "But you have to be quiet. Don't want to get caught, do you?" My voice is teasing, something I've picked up on that gets him riled up. It works, his hips grinding into my hand rather than pressing, his moan even higher, needier.

"No-No, I don't, but my god..." I pull back from his neck, looking at his face, eyes closed, mouth gaping. I sit back up on my hand, the other running back up to the strings on his pants, the whine he lets out at the loss of contact heavenly, low and pleading.

"I didn't know I was that good." I smile when his eyes flutter open, his throat bobbing, his gaze trained on my face as I pull the knot out, slowly, a choked noise let out in the space between us when he presses his hips into my hand.

"You are- You're perfect. Fuck- You're- I don't know how long I can last-" He's breathless, shaking under me, excited and nervous at the same time, a pretty pink staining his cheeks. I trail my hand back up, pushing the bottom of his shirt up, giving myself a good view of his abs, cupping my other hand on the side of his face, loving the look he's giving me, already looking fucked out, but still shy.

"Doesn't matter, as long as you enjoy, yeah?" His brows draw together, his head pressing back into the headboard when I palm him through his pants, a heady moan echoing through his room. He stares up at me, panting, trying and failing to keep his composure as I work my hand over him.