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The bed was soft under his skin, cool. His mind raced in every which direction at once. He had no idea if this would turn out well, or if this would become a stain that left a bad taste in his mouth, but he knew he wanted this. For the first time, he wanted this. Jonathan's hands slipped delicately under his shirt, Mayson's skin, like fire under his fingertips. Mayson moaned as Jonathan's lips began trailing down from his neck, lightly clasping onto his earlobe.

Mayson gasped as an indescribable feeling shot straight to his growing cock and he wrapped his arms around Jonathan, pulling him closer. Pulling Mayson up, Jonathan pulled off his shirt before pulling off his own and connecting their lips once more.

Jonathan found his way down and clamped teasingly upon Mayson's nipple, and gently rolled it between his teeth, causing Mayson to arch his back in request of more.

Jonathan's hand worked its way lower. His fingers were light in their travels, sending sparks throughout Mayson's body. He moaned against Jonathan's lips as he captured him within another kiss.

Jonathan slowly worked his hand under the band of Mayson's boxers, waiting a moment before grasping his hardening member in soft hands.

Mayson moaned and whimpered, pleasure filling him as Jonathan began to move his hand along him.

Mayson pulled Jonathan closer, biting his bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth. He knew he wouldn't last long, he could already feel the tightening in his balls.

"Jonny, God...mmm..." His breathing picked up speed as his extremities began to tingle.

With another shout Mayson came hard, emptying himself into Jonathan's fist. Jonathan gathered him in his arms as he rode out the pleasure, his body still shuddering with residual effects of his orgasm.

Jonathan kissed him lovingly on the lips. When Mayson moved his hand down, almost mechanically, he was stopped.

"That was for you, little duck."

Mayson frowned. "M-me?"

Jonathan nodded. "Mhm. Mayson, with what you've been through we need to take this very slowly." He kissed Mayson tenderly. "I don't want to ruin this, or any moments, if I can prevent it. When you touch me, I want you to touch me because you want me...not because you think you have to. When I touch you, duck, I want to know you know that it's me." He looked at Mayson tracing a knuckle down his cheek. "I only want you to feel my hands..."

He paused and closed his eyes a moment before looking back to Mayson. "And I...I need to take it slow. 'Cause I'm scared, Mayson. You're the most important part of my life. Nothing else matters...and I'm so scared that you'll realize you can't do this. That I'll scare you away. That I'll want too much, too fast...and that I'll inadvertently hurt you...I'm just...scared."

Mayson nodded understanding. "I am, too, but...d-don't-don't you w-want m-me?"

Jonathan smiled sadly. "In every possible way, Mayson."

In a moment of valor, Mayson reached down and, a new glint in his eyes palmed Jonathan's softening cock. Jonathan gasped, moaned, and pushed into Mayson's hand.

"Then let me return the favor. Please. I want to."

Jonathan said no more as he lost himself in Mayson's slow rhythm. He pushed into Mayson's hand, capturing his lips, exploring each other in a dance old as time, and finding, as they looked into each other's eyes, knew at that moment that together they would make it.

With a guttural moan of Mayson's name, Jonathan came in shuddering spasms that he felt throughout his entire being; soul deep.

They lay together, entangled within one another, satiated.