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I had to stop my chest from puffing up with pride.

“Why don’t we try this?” I gently cupped his nuts again, making him whimper, and curled my fingers lightly around his stiff length to smooth my thumb over his frenulum in tiny, slick circles.

I didn’t move my hands aside from that, concentrating solely on the nerve endings in that one particular spot. Larkin moaned, once again reaching out to grip my wrist as if to stop me from releasing him this time.

“Mmmm…” He slumped even lower on the couch, spreading his knees open as wide as possible and bouncing them frantically. He was shuddering non-stop now, ragged moans leaving him with every gasping breath. “Th-that’s… that’s…”

“Feel good?” I murmured, gaze glued to my thumb running slippery circles over the little fold of skin. His cock was flushed a deep blue, slick and shiny from lube and cum. The head was a deeper, angrier colour, and when I swiped my forefinger over the tip to gather the clear fluid beading there, he whimpered and nodded desperately.

“Y-yes.” His voice was breathless and unsteady. In the next instant, he tensed up and started to shake. “Fuckfuckfuck, I’m coming—”

A hard jet of cum streamed from his cock before I could release him, so I kept stroking his frenulum and gently squeezed his balls to get him through the orgasm.

“Uhhh!” Larkin shuddered hard, hips twitching as he came all over his stomach just from my thumb against that little vee on the underside of his cockhead.

Soon he was jerking with overstimulation, his quaking knees pressing into my sides as his legs tried to close. Resisting the overwhelming desire to lean down and lap up the cum clinging to the head of his cock, I let go of his length but kept my palm against his sac, stroking my thumb over it soothingly.

His dry throat clicked with a swallow as he sagged back into the couch, gasping for breath. I tugged the tails of my shirt out of my slacks and wiped my hands on them, sitting back on my heels to give him some space when all I wanted to do was run my hands up his trembling thighs and bury my face in his cum-coated stomach to lap it all up.

After a few moments, Larkin lifted his head and gazed down at me with big eyes, the flush deepening on his cheeks. “H-how did I do?”

God. He was so unexpectedly sweet. I’d been assuming he would give me a cocky grin and a high-five, calling me ‘bro’ again.

“You did great,” I told him hoarsely, the throbbing ache in my pants getting harder to ignore now that I wasn’t teasing his cock. It was softening against his thigh, which was still visibly trembling.

I didn’t care about coming myself. I just wanted to gather him in my arms and hold him until he went limp and relaxed against me. I wanted to feel him nestle his face into my neck and let out a sated sigh, knowing I was the one who’d made him feel so good.

His eyes had lit up from the praise, and he struggled upright and stared down at his cum-streaked front for a moment, then shifted his gaze to my groin. I knew the moment he saw the erection straining against the fabric, because his breath hitched.

“Can I do you now?” he asked, hurriedly tugging his boxer briefs and pants back up, heedless of the cum and lube smeared all over him.

Oh fuck. I would come the moment he put his hands on me. And then he’d know how much he affected me—how much more this was than just “practice” to me.

“You don’t have to.” I managed to make my voice steady. “We can save that for another day, if you want.”

“No, I really want to,” he breathed, his gaze still fixed on my erection. “Can I? Please?”

Fuuuuck.

I swallowed thickly and heaved myself up onto the couch, my legs trembling. “Alright.”

He eagerly shifted around and got on his knees beside me on the couch, then reached down for the lube I’d left on the floor. “So, um, how about you? What do you like, I mean?”

It was my turn to grip tightly onto the couch cushions as he hovered beside me, before I cleared my throat and reached for my fly.

“I’ll… I’ll talk you through it.” I paused after pulling down my zipper and glanced at him. “But, uh… edging a dick affects me too, so I probably won’t… last long. I just haven’t jerked off today,” I added, which was a lie.

He nodded, giving me a shy smile. “I get it. I need to jerk off, like, at least twice a day.”

I huffed a laugh, trying to keep the affectionate smile off my face. “That’s because you’re twenty-three.”

He waved a hand. “Can’t see it ever changing, no matter how old I get, to be honest.” Then he gave me a curious look. “I don’t actually know how old you are.”

I tried not to stiffen, wondering if the answer would make him stop wanting me—this, I meant. Make him stop wanting to do this with me. “Thirty-five.”

He just nodded again. “Oh. Okay.”

We fell silent, and I realised after a second that he was staring expectantly down at my open fly. Taking a deep, silent breath, I undid the last few buttons on my shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, then lifted my hips to tug down my pants and underwear until my cock sprang free.