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I shrugged as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, but I’m used to it.”

Bean gave me a look as he sank between my legs, still a few inches from where he needed to be. “You think I’m not used to discomfort?”

That was fair. I laughed as I reached for him, drawing him a few inches closer. “Yeah, sweet thing, but you’ve probably had enough discomfort to last a lifetime. You should let people spoil you.”

His mouth opened, then closed, then he licked his lips. “I’ll take a pillow.”

I grinned widely as I reached over and plucked one from the tangle at the head of the bed. He lifted just enough for me to get it beneath him and then sank down again with an audible sigh. “Better?”

“Mmm.” He ran his hands nervously over the tops of my thighs. “So do I just…?” He opened his mouth and leaned forward.

“Whoa, no. No.” Again, I tried not to laugh. His inexperience wasn’t funny, but his eagerness was endearing in ways I hadn’t expected. I cupped his jaw with one hand as I lifted up to shimmy my boxers down with the other. I got them to my ankles which was good enough, then sat back down.

His eyes went wide as they fixed on my cock. I was so hard. And while he’d touched me there before, this would be wildly different for him.

“What was your first time like?” he asked.

“Oh, uh…” God, I hadn’t thought about that in years. “I was seventeen.It was the early nineties, so we were both in the closet—kind of a necessity at that time. The US was just getting through the AIDS epidemic, and only a few celebrities were brave enough to be out publicly. We were just a couple of high school kids, so we weren’t going to tell anyone about us.” I smiled sadly, shaking my head. “His name was Nick.”

Bean smiled. “I can picture you with a Nick.”

“Neither of us really liked each other, and we had no idea what we were doing. But it wasn’t like the school offered queer sex ed, and the internet wasn’t widely available at the time—not that there was a lot of queer info on there yet either.” I smiled softly at the memory. “It was a total disaster. He bit me twice, and I came at the first touch of his tongue.”

Bean laughed, shuffling a little farther between my legs. “Kind of like me?”

I dragged my fingers through his hair. “Honey, you definitely have more stamina than a confused teenager. You’ve been amazing at this so far.”

His cheeks flushed under the praise. “Nothing to write home about though.”

“Don’t belittle yourself.” I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Your journey isn’t a competition. I’ve had lovers who’ve been out since they were tweens, who have experimented since theywere in their teens, and they didn’t make me feel half as good as I’ve felt with you.”

He swallowed heavily, then turned his gaze back to my cock. “How do I start?”

“Stroke me,” I said.

His hand was steady as he took my dick in a firm grip and moved it from root to tip. I fought back a groan as he did it again. And then again.

“Good. Now put your lips on me. Right below the head.”

“Like a kiss?”

My smile returned. “Yeah, gorgeous. Like a kiss.”

He licked his lips, then swayed forward, and his lips connected—a fast press at first, but he didn’t pull back all the way. He took a second, then let his mouth rest on my skin. He took a deep breath. “Smells like…you.”

I nodded. “Yeah. There’s nothing else like it.” Moving my hand carefully, I cupped his jaw. “Want to try a little more?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

“Lick me.”

His eyes went wide, pupils huge, but he stuck out his tongue and carefully touched the spot he’d been kissing. It was warm, wet, and fucking glorious. Fuck, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to shoot off like some horny adolescent barely in control of myself.

“Okay?” Bean asked.

I looked down at him and stroked his cheek. “Perfect. You want to try a little more?”

Bean nodded and pushed up higher on his knees. He gripped my cock with one hand tightly and angled it toward his mouth. “I want to suck you. How do I—how do I make it good?”