Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 33: Teaching experience

"Phi, please... let go." Paint pleaded as his phi's hand found its way inside the blanket, gripping his sensitive area.

He was laying there, trembling with fear and confusion, his innocent eyes darting to Aphros' hand beneath the duvet. His heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the noises from the adjacent room.

Aphros' hand wasn't just touching him through the fabric, but had slipped inside, making Paint shudder. He had no idea how it had come to this! He should have pushed his phi away, should have escaped, but the moment Aphros touched his growing erection, his body went limp, unable to resist.

Paint realized that his feeble protests wouldn't stop a man as imposing as his phi, and he wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore. They weren't anything more than family, yet he found himself sweating with anticipation at the thought of his phi... teaching him again.

What is wrong with me?

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel better," Aphros whispered.

Not that kind of letting go!

Paint bit his lower lip so hard it turned pale. He didn't understand why he couldn't firmly tell his phi to stop. His heart beat so loudly it was deafening, memories of the past flooding his mind. He knew if this continued, it wouldn't stop at just relieving himself, like the last time.

"Ugh..."

Blame it on his uncle's quick hands!

Aphros' large, warm hand gripped his throbbing member, fingers brushing the tip repeatedly. Paint bit his lip harder, nearly drawing blood, as waves of pleasure washed over him, causing large beads of sweat to form on his back. Whenever he looked into Aphros' eyes, heat pooled where his phi touched, spreading throughout his body.

The noises from the other room faded into the background. Paint's mind, his focus, everything was centered on where Aphros touched him. Aphros was slowly stroking him, and it felt so good it was terrifying.

"Lift your hips a bit."

"Phi, no... please," Paint managed to say, grateful for the bit of sanity left that allowed him to refuse when Aphros lightly tapped his butt. But the older man simply smiled reassuringly, leaned in, and kissed the corner of Paint's mouth, licking his soft lips. Just that was enough to make Paint shiver all over.

A deep voice spoke close to his ear. "Don't want to dirty your pants, right?"

It was a flimsy excuse, but in that moment, even if his phi had given a weaker reason, he would have still complied, slowly lifting his hips. He felt his uncle pulling down the soft pants he had borrowed. Aphros moved above him, looking down as Paint turned his face away.

"Just... just to get it out, right, phi?" His voice trembled, eyes shimmering with unshed tears-not from sadness but from fear of the unknown.

"Yes, just to help you out."

That reassured Paint somewhat, because if it was like the last time, he did want his uncle to do it.

Wait!

Paint startled at his own thought, but there was no time to dwell on it. As soon as he looked back, Aphros' warm lips pressed against his. Aphros had taught him to kiss many times before, but that time felt different. Maybe because his sensitive part was in this man's hand.

"Phi, don't... mmm..." Paint couldn't describe that kiss.

The moment Aphros' tongue slid into his mouth, his body shook. He tried to push his phi's shoulders away, but somehow ended up clutching them tightly instead. The more he tried to escape, the more Aphros pursued him. His hot tongue explored every inch of Paint's small mouth, teasing and intertwining with his own, making it impossible to resist. The sound of their kiss echoed around the room, making Paint feel embarrassed. But more embarrassing was the sound of Aphros' hand stroking his member.