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My eyes stopped on the erection jutting under his open fly, and I heard Larkin swallow.

He shivered when I trailed my fingertips down his bare sides and curled them under the waistband of his boxers. I tugged them down just enough to free his cock, tucking them behind his sac, then fisted his length again.

Larkin whimpered, hips jerking into my hand as he bit his lip. “Seb.”

“Yes?” I murmured, already stroking his cock. I let my other hand roam over his side, sliding up, then back down to finger the faint line veering toward his groin. He shivered and clutched my shoulders, smearing lube and cum all over my shirt.

“I-I d-don’t think I can be edged again,” he said in a small, vulnerable voice. “R-right now, I mean.”

“That’s okay.” I swallowed back the ‘sweetheart’ that wanted to escape. “No edging this time. Just want you to come.”

“Okay,” he whispered, thrusting into my hand. Getting faster and faster, his breaths panting out of him, rapid and unsteady. His fingers dug into my shoulders, and he leaned closer, almost hunching over me as he rutted into my fist.

“Fuck my fist,” I rasped, his gaze locked on the flushed tip of his cock as it tunnelled in and out. “Make yourself come.”

He whined, too far gone to get nervous or self-conscious over the request. He just obeyed with sweet desperation, pumping his cock into the unmoving ring of my fingers while I held my hand steady.

His forehead connected with mine, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his shallow, rapid breaths hitting my cheek. It took every fucking thing in me not to turn my head and crush my mouth to his. I had to clamp my lips into a tight line, jaw ticking wildly as I clenched my teeth.

There was no lesson here. This was just me getting him off. I couldn’t even pretend to be teaching him anything, but he didn’t seem to care as he whimpered and used my fist to make himself come.

Just a few seconds later, he seized up in a rush and began to shake. His hands scrabbled over my shoulders, before one tunnelled into my short hair and gripped it tight as a choked gasp reverberated in my ear.

He jerked closer, and my chest ached with longing when he buried his face in my neck.

“Mmmm.”

I felt his cum hit my shirt and the exposed part of my stomach. His heaving chest brushed mine, hips stuttering before slowing to a stop. He sagged on top of me, breathing hard into my neck, hand slowly slipping from my hair.

My throat was bone dry when I swallowed, uncurling my fist and letting my hands slip onto his lower back beneath his shirt. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm,” Larkin moaned again, and for a split second, he snuggled deeper into me, before stiffening in a rush and sitting up. “Shit. Sorry. I got, um, jizz on your shirt.”

I managed a smile, even though I was already feeling the loss of him pressed against me keenly. “Mine was already on there, so it’s fine.”

He nodded, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he glanced down at our softening cocks. His brows shot up. “Jeez, even soft you’re…”

I chuckled, making no move to shift him off my lap as I rested my head against the back of the couch. He could stay there as long as he wanted.

But just a few seconds later, he was clambering off and tucking his cock back into his pants with trembling fingers. “So, um, lesson one went… okay?”

The stark reminder of what this really was cooled my blood in an instant. Shaking off the drowsy satiation, I sat up and cleared my throat. “I think it went great.”

“Me too,” he blurted, hastily rebuttoning his shirt despite the cum still sprinkled over his torso. “It was really… Thank you, dude.”

That “thank you” made me feel a little ill.

“You don’t need to thank me, Larkin,” I muttered, shoving my cock back into my pants before standing up. “I got something out of it too.”

“So it was okay?” he asked anxiously, fidgeting in place as he gazed at me with vulnerable eyes. “I did okay? It felt good, right?”

There was a lump suddenly lodged in my throat, one that wouldn’t shift no matter how many times I swallowed.

This had been such a bad idea.

But I couldn’t show it. He’d done absolutely nothing wrong. It wasn’t his fault I was in love with him. He had no clue about how I really felt. He thought this was just me helping him out.

I didn’t know if I could handle doing this again.