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Then, he paused.

He drew back.

Worry grew on his face. “Yellow?” he whispered.

Oh, crap. Tate couldn’t believe that he’d judged so poorly as to make his boy safe word. How had things gone from fun and sexy to horrible so fast?

Was Adam disappointed? Disgusted? Afraid, even? Clearly, he should have discussed this instead of springing it on him.

Tate forced himself to stay present, to remain calm. He was really struggling, though. Usually when someone safe worded it was about something that he was doing, that he had control over. This felt like it was something about who he was.

He reminded himself that they didn’t have to do this, that there were other ways he could get off. He’d used a strap-on for all their previous encounters and enjoyed it immensely. It sure was disappointing, though.

As hard as it was to sit there, exposed and vulnerable, he needed to focus on what his boy needed. He had to at least hear him out. “Talk to me, Adam.”

Adam gave him a worried look. “I don’t know how… I want to give you a blowjob, but I don’t want to mess it up. I want to make you feel good.”

Tate blew out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Apparently, he was still carrying around more internalized fear about his body than he’d been aware of. “Oh, honey, you scared me. I thought you were afraid. Or disgusted or something. I thought I’d crossed a limit.”

Adam looked at him, true apology in his eyes unlike the flirting imitations of it that he usually gave. “I’m sorry, Tate. I didn’t mean that at all. I just had this idea that I’d be seducing you, that I’d know exactly what to do. And then I didn’t know what to do and I panicked. I started to worry that I’d mess everything up, and that made me mess everything up even more.”

Adam was so strong sometimes, like he’d been with Tate’s parents, that he’d forgotten how unexpected changes could throw him off. And now, his boy was looking miserable.

“No, baby. You’re perfect.” He pressed Adam’s cheek to his thigh and stroked his hair, giving them both a moment to calm down and tune back into each other. “You were absolutely right to safe word. I’m proud of you for calling it when you needed to.”

“I probably could have told you I needed help without safe wording, though.”

Tate massaged into his scalp, willing him to relax. “Maybe you could have, but here’s the important part: you were starting to feel anxious, and you asked me for help before it started to spiral. I’m glad you trusted me with that.”

He could see Adam’s body unclench under his words and fingers. Gradually his body grew soft and he molded himself around Tate’s leg. His sweet boy was back.

Tate watched as Adam turned his head and nuzzled into his thigh, rubbing his forehead and nose across his leg here. He planted soft kisses and Tate shivered.

Slowly the kisses moved up his leg. However, he still seemed to be hesitating. Adam was showing initiative, but Tate realized that they still hadn’t solved the initial problem. And Adam had asked for his help.

Tate pushed his fingers through Adam’s curls, then gripped the strands just hard enough to pull his head back. He knew that Adam would enjoy the display of dominance, and he was rewarded by the hungry look in his eyes.

He made his voice rough. “Do you want to suck my cock, boy?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Are you going to do exactly what I tell you?”

Tate could see the moment when hesitation was replaced by that beautiful, eager feeling of submission. “Yes, Sir.” He was almost panting.

Thank God. Tate used the grip in Adam’s hair to force his head forward. “Lick. There’s nowhere that you’re not allowed to touch.”

Adam fell to his task with abandon. If he were confused by the flavors, shapes, and textures of Tate’s body, he certainly didn’t show it.

He lapped at Tate’s cock and the folds beneath with noisy, slippery enthusiasm. Tate guided him by his hair, sometimes higher and sometimes lower, teasing himself and teasing Adam. He registered Adam’s moans, feeling them across his flesh, and realized that he was moaning, too.

Adam’s touch moved through him like golden wind, pushing him higher and higher. He’d had other people go down on him, but there was something about Adam’s earnest delight, his graceful submission to Tate’s guiding hand, that made it so much more.

Tate kept his forceful fingers tangled in Adam’s curls, but leaned back to get a better view. Adam’s eyes were closed, the eyeliner accentuating the feminine shape of his face. His cheeks glistened with Tate’s juices.

“You’re beautiful, Little Star. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Adam moaned happily, the sound vibrating through Tate’s cock. Tate wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.