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“Mmm.” Larkin’s brows pinched again in pleasured anguish, hips slowly thrusting into my hand. The inside of my boxer briefs was soaked with pre-cum, my sac bunched up and tingling with an impending orgasm already.

This time, it was only about thirty seconds before he started shaking, a tiny whine leaving his throat. I stopped again, hoping my ragged breaths weren’t too audible in the quiet room. While he calmed down, I squirted more lube onto my hand and rubbed both together so I could get his balls nice and slippery too.

“Nnngh.” Larkin shuddered as I took hold of him again, smoothly stroking his cock and cupping his sac, the slick sound of my pumping fist making my jaw clench. Coupled with the breathless whines and hitching moans escaping him, it was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

His nipples had stiffened into hard little points, that blotchy flush still staining his chest and throat. My tongue pressed hard into the roof of my mouth. I wanted to feel that heat under my tongue and play with those little peaks to figure out how sensitive they were, whether I could make his cock jump and leak just from tweaking or sucking them.

Next time, I decided. We’ll cover more erogenous zones next time. I’ll introduce Larkin to every place on his body that makes him tremble.

During my aroused musings, he’d started nearing release again. All the telltale signs were back—his plush little mouth parting around his shallow breaths, his wings shivering where they were trapped beneath him. His balls had tightened in my palm, but I waited until the very last second—once he was shuddering and thrusting manically into my hand—before I released him completely.

Larkin whimpered, stomach clenching as his cock bucked, as if it was straining for me. That was what I told myself. The rest of Larkin may not have wanted me like that, but at this moment, his cock was desperate for me. For my hand.

No one else’s.

Chapter Eight

Lesson 1 (Part II)

Seb

“You’re doing so well.” The praise slipped from me as I took hold of him again, giving his dick a light squeeze. He shuddered, blunt fingernails scraping over the couch cushions, and lifted his head to peer down at me with desperate eyes.

“H-how much longer…?”

“Just a little while.” I started stroking him faster. “See how long you can hold it back.”

“B-but it—” He bit down on his lower lip, lashes fluttering. “It f-feels really good.”

I hummed. “And the longer you can hold it back, the longer you get to feel it.”

He nodded quickly, chin practically resting on his chest as he stared at my hand gliding over his cock. His brows pinched, a trembling moan leaving him. As his hips started to rock into my hand, I could tell that watching was making the need to come even more pressing, but he didn’t seem able to look away.

“Sh-shit.” He started to shake, chest heaving. “It’s—I’m—”

“Hold it back.”

He squirmed, gripping the couch cushions for dear life, bucking up frantically into my fist now. His cock grew painfully hard in my fingers, pre-cum flowing from him and over my knuckles.

“I c-can’t,” he wheezed, writhing against the couch as his legs shook wildly. “I’m—S-Seb… I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I—”

I released his cock at the last possible second and ringed the base of it with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly. His whole body arched off the couch, teeth clamping down hard on his lower lip as his hand suddenly shot out, his fingers curling around my wrist.

I was pretty sure I’d had a mini orgasm in my pants from hearing him say my name in that hoarse, pleasure-drenched voice, and as I stared down at his long fingers on my skin, my chest tightened unbearably. Aside from perhaps the odd playful shove or nudge at work, I was pretty sure this was the first time Larkin had ever touched me.

“Seb,” he whined again, making me swallow back a rough groan. “I d-don’t th-think I can do it anymore.”

I stiffened. What did he mean? Did he mean this entire arrangement, or just the edging?

“Do what?” I asked sharply, not moving an inch.

He swallowed and gazed down at me bleary-eyed, his whole body trembling. “St-stop myself from coming. I’m about to c-come.”

He stared down at my fingers ringing the base of his shaft. They were completely stationary, but his breaths started quickening anyway. His grip tightened on my wrist, fingers biting in as his hips strained up.

“F-fuck. I’m gonna come,” he told me in a fragile, wobbly voice, even though I wasn’t moving, so I released him completely and sat back to give him a few seconds.

“You’re doing so good, Larkin,” I said soothingly, and the praise made his brows scrunch up as his cock jerked in the air, like he was still on the very razor’s edge of coming, even though I wasn’t touching him.