Page 15 of Little Saint Nautilus

He stuck his hand between us and grabbed his own cock through his white linen pants. “It’s okay, I’m very stimulated, too. You make my body feel like it’s on fire.”

I watched as he rubbed himself, wishing it was my hand on him, and breathed in deeply, trying to keep control. “We should wait. We barely know each other.”

“I may not know everything about you, but I know your heart. And you named me. A name is important, yes?”

I smiled and brushed my knuckles against his cheek. “Yes. It’s important. You do like it, though, right?”

He took my hand and kissed it. “Yes. I like it very much. Humans love celebrations, do they not? So, shouldn’t we mark this occasion? The day I became Nemo?”

I sighed, knowing I was helpless to resist him. It was so new and so fast and already he had sunk his hooks into me. Nemo.MyNemo. Dammit, I was so screwed.

He rubbed himself again. “Besides, it feels overwhelming, like I might combust if I don’t release the tension. If you don’t wish to help me, then I'll do it myself.”

The slight whine in his voice was my undoing. As much as I would have enjoyed watching him, I wanted to be the one to do it.

“Fucking hell, Nemo.” I stood up, lifting him with me. “Come with me.”

His expression fell for a minute before I took my jacket and shirt off over my head and walked toward my bed. I felt his eyes on me as I unzipped my pants and let them falldown my legs. Nemo was frozen in place as he stared at the rigid outline in my boxer briefs and licked his lips. A move that made my cock pulse, imagining his soft lips around it.

When he didn’t move, I returned to him and kissed him once. “If we get our clothes out of the way, we can enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about them. How does that sound?”

Nemo’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, yes. I rather like that idea.”

This was too easy, not that I was complaining. In fact, the opposite. I didn’t wake up this morning thinking I would be taking a tiny little twink to bed, but neither did I wake up thinking I would find the man whose face had lived in my dreams.

After helping him remove his shirt, Nemo leaned on me for balance and he stepped out of his pants. He was as naked as I’d found him earlier, only now I had permission to look without feeling pervy about it. He was stunning. Short, slim, and smooth all over, his cock hard and saluting. Absolute perfection.

“Wow, you are truly beautiful.”

He beamed. “Thank you. I think you are beautiful, Cory, but I would like to seeyourdick, too.”

I let out a laugh. He was so direct. Probably because he hadn’t been raised in the human world where people tended to dance around the things they wanted. Nemo knew what he wanted and didn’t have any problem saying so. It was refreshing, andperhaps a little amusing.

Happily obliging, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling them down to let my cock free, and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them. The way he looked at me made me feel like a god, and damn, if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.

His hand stretched out, nearly touching me, but I grabbed it and led him to the bed. “Let’s lie down, little one. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right.”

Nemo looked up at me. “Oh? Is there a right way?”

I shook my head. “No. The only right way is that everyone involved is consenting and enjoying themselves, but I want to show you there is more to it than simply relieving the tension.”

I laid down on my side and patted the bed. Nemo climbed into the bed and lay beside me. I pushed him until he was flat on his back, and I hooked my bad knee over his to hold him in place. It was also an easier angle that didn’t put pressure on it. I brushed his hair aside and leaned over him.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, you can tell me to stop and I will, understood?”

Nemo bobbed his head, eyes bright with eagerness. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I wouldn’t like.”

I leaned over and kissed his nose. “Still, you tell me, okay?”

“I will.” His voice came out in a whisper as his attention was locked onto me, hovering above his face.

Those perfect, soft lips of his called to me, and I kissed him. Lightly at first, but then Nemo’s hand went to the back of my head and pulled me closer, as he opened his mouth for me. Our tongues collided, just as intoxicating as it had been at the table. With our mouths locked together and the wonderful sounds coming from him, I let my hand trail down his neck, over his collarbone, down his arm. With each brush of my fingers, it added to the moans and gasps that came from him. I loved how responsive he was.

I pulled back, but didn’t stop touching his skin. “Have you ever been touched in this form, Nemo?”

A quick shake of his head. “No. It feels incredible. Every sense is heightened like this and I want more. Don’t stop, please.”

He begged as if he’d been tortured, and I’d barely touched him yet. I couldn’t wait to see how he would react to…further exploration. I continued kissing him and letting my hand learn the landscape of his body, as I traced up his arm again and moved to his chest. When I circled his nipple, he gasped, making a smile stretch across my lips. I caught his cock twitching out of the corner of my eye, and as much as I was ready to take him in hand, I wanted to take my time.

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