Red Side of the Moon

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"Ugh, can it be midnight already?" Phil complained. He started placing kisses up and down my neck.
"Two more minutes, baby," I hummed.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Phil asked.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be..."

We were in Phil's bedroom, counting down the minute till my sixteenth birthday. As soon as the clock struck midnight, Phil cracked a stupid grin and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Come here," I whispered.

I pulled him in for a soft, sweet kiss. His body hovered over mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him even closer. I rutted my hips into his, trying to get some sort of friction between us.

"Mm, slow down, baby," Phil said.
"But–"
"Shh..." He gave me a sweet kiss. "I know it's been two and a half years. That doesn't mean we have to rush through anything. It's your first time, so let me take care of you."

He ran his hands underneath my shirt and tweaked my nipples a bit. He cracked another smile before leaning down and gave me a nice, long kiss.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course..."
"Just have to ask, baby."

He sat up, straddled my waist, and pulled my t-shirt off. He tossed it to the side before taking off his own. My eyes widened a bit and I hovered my hands over him.

"You can touch me... it's okay. I don't bite," he reassured. "Wait, um... well, y'know, unless you ask me to."
"People like biting?" I asked.
"Oh, honey," he chuckled. "You're too cute."
"Thank you," I blushed.
"So, baby, have you ever fingered yourself?" My eyes bulged out a bit as my cheeks began to redden. "I'm just asking so I know how delicate I have to be with you."
"I've done it when I really missed you," I whispered.
"At'a boy," he smirked. "Does it hurt when you do it or feel good?"
"It feels so, so good..."
"Then why don't we stop talking and I get inside you, hm?" I bit my lip and nodded. He leaned down and gave me another kiss. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too..."

He moved back a bit before going to taken off my pajama pants. He placed a few kisses on my left hip and eventually sucked a hickey into it. Once he was done admiring his work, he pulled my pants off and tossed them to the side.

As my half-hard dick sprang up, Phil looked up to me to make sure I was okay. My head was hung back and my hands were covering as much as hey could. Phil sat up and moved my hands out of the way. He grabbed my face and made me look at him.

"Hey," he whispered. "There's no need to be embarrassed, okay? I love every bit of you..."

He kissed my forehead before placing his left hand at the base of my cock. I jumped back a bit before melting into it—Phil raised a brow as he sped up his hand, using my precum as makeshift lube. I forced back a few moans as I pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Phil quickly pulled out of it and started placing kisses down my torso until he made it to my dick. He kissed at the base before licking a strip up the shaft. He wrapped his lips around the head and started bobbing up and down.

I arched my back off the bed as I sucked in a hard breath. I laced my fingers into his hair as I did my best to not buck into his mouth. I let out a few whines, still not trying to moan loudly. Phil came off with a pop, and continued to pump.

"Be as loud as you want, baby." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Do whatever makes you feel good. There's no need to feel insecure, I promise."

I nodded in response as he reached for his beside table. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom out of the drawer. He stopped pumping for a second to squirt some lube onto his fingers. He warmed it up as much as he could before placing his index finger at my hole.