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“Edwin,” he said in a pleading tone, “I need to come.”

Edwin heaved a few more breaths and then looked up through his lashes.

“Do you?” he asked in a teasing voice.

Andrew let out a half laugh. “Yes. Please.”

“Hmmm . . .” Edwin pursed his lips, as though he was thinking it over.

“Please?” Andrew tried again.

Edwin only hummed some more. Desperate for release, Andrew began inching his hand toward his cock, but Edwin caught it.

“Not yet. I want to try something first,” he said.

“Edwin!” Andrew scolded through a chuckle. “You’re terrible!”

“I promise you’ll like it,” he said, chuckling, too. But as soon as the words left Edwin’s lips, his smirk fell away and that little vertical line appeared between his brows. “At least . . . I hope you will.”

Andrew sat up on his forearms. “I know I will. What is it?”

Edwin moved onto his knees and then sat back on his heels.

“Would you want to . . . suck me, too?” he asked, his voice so much smaller that it hurt Andrew’s heart to hear it.

Seized with a fierce fondness, Andrew sat up the rest of the way.

“I would love that,” he said. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to try it?”

After a moment’s pause, Edwin closed his eyes and nodded.

“I’m sure.”

Andrew smiled. He kissed each of Edwin’s eyelids, and then Edwin’s eyes fluttered back open.

“Lie down,” Andrew said sweetly.

Edwin smirked. “Oh, so you think you can just order me around?”

“Sorry. Let me try again,” Andrew said with a playful little roll of his eyes. “Edwin, would you please be so kind as to lie down so that I can suck your perfect prick?”

“I suppose,” Edwin said through a sigh. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

Chuckling, Andrew caught Edwin’s mouth in a kiss. Both of them laughed through it. Then, Edwin moved to where Andrew had been before and lay down. Andrew stayed where he was, on his knees, while he waited for Edwin to get into position. Even once Edwin did, though, he kept his legs shut. His eyes were a mixture of unease and excitement, and Andrew wanted nothing more than to somehow banish his fears.

Gently, Andrew touched the back of his hand to Edwin’s thigh.

“I know I’ll like it,” he reiterated. “But if it’s too soon, we can wait. Or, uhm, we never even need to try it at all if you keep feeling uncomfortable. I love your prick. I love stroking it. I love rubbing it. And I’d love to taste you, too. I’d love to see more of you. In the light. Like this. But it’s fine if it’s too much for you. All I want is for us to find pleasure together, Edwin. In whatever ways we both want.”

“It’s not too soon,” Edwin said softly. “But it’s still a lot for me.”

“I know,” Andrew said, his eyebrows pinching from a swell of concern and sympathy. “I can tell.”

Edwin shut his eyes and let out a long breath.

Andrew rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. He stayed quiet.

And he waited. Patiently.