Page 55 of Teach Me K-Pop

“Yes. You can.” He stands suddenly, looking at me with determination, like he’s trying to summon some kind of courage. Reaching for the hem of his shirt like he’s about to whip it off, he pauses. “Take this off of me?”

Hearing him say that, watching him request that I undress him, makes me hard so fast I’m kind of dizzy. I slip my hands around his hips, pulling him between my knees. He’s biting his lip, eyes locked on mine, and the desire there is so clear. He wants me. Wants this. As much as I do. But more than that, he trusts me enough to have this experience with me. I exhale, and it’s shaky, but my movements are steady as I slide to his waist, fingers dipping under the fabric of his tee and skimming across his skin, rucking the shirt up as I go.

It’s not the first time I’ve touched him, but the way he gasps makes it feel like it is, like that night on the rooftop. I lean in to kiss above his hipbones, trailing my lips along the soft definition of his abs. I can feel him trembling, the ragged rhythm of his breathing. “Okay?” I ask, my fingers splayed in the spaces between his ribs, holding him here. Just where I want him. Close enough to breathe him in. I want to drown in the way he smells—post-show sweaty, some kind of clean, crisp leftover cologne, andNikko.

“More. M-more than okay.” He fidgets, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits for me to do what he asked, to get his shirt off.

I could tease him, draw this out just because I’d like to take my time and make every single thing last as long as possible, but there’s so much of him to explore, and I want to give him what he wants. Standing up, I bring his shirt with me, pulling it up over his head and tossing it on the bed.

My gaze drops immediately, taking in his bare chest and the goosebumps that seem to pop up as my eyes roam over him. Raising my head, I bow to kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his waist in a tight hug. “You’re gorgeous, Nikko.” The reverence in my voice is real—I feel lucky to be able to see him like this, touch him like this.

“You, too, Jase,” he murmurs, tugging at my henley, trying to jerk it toward my shoulders. “You do it, too.”

I have to chuckle at his urgency, and I let go of him to quickly take it off. He’s staring at me intently, like he’s trying to memorize every new part of me as it’s revealed. Deciding I might as well just go for it, I whip my jeans off too, not missing the sharp intake of breath I hear when I do so. Glancing back in his direction, my ego gets a pretty significant boost from the way he’s looking at me standing here in my boxer briefs.

Nikko licks his lips slowly, like he’s hungry. Then he does the same, yanking off his own pants.

“Fuck.” The word escapes me before I can even fully think about it, every single part of my brain caught up in what I’m seeing. He’s lithe, clearly muscular, his body strong and sleek. The black designer label briefs he’s wearing hug him beautifully, just tight enough to make my mouth water, the outline of his half-hard cock clearly visible .

I know he’s probably relying on me to decide what and how we’re going to do this, but as I keep looking at him, I am overwhelmed with a multitude of desires. I want to do everything with him, to him, for him. I want him all over me. I want to taste and touch him everywhere. But I also want to appreciate each new thing that we can share together, to take this slowly enough that he’s comfortable and both of us can fully enjoy being able to experience all of his firsts.

Nikko’s hands are curled into fists at his sides, but rather than seeming nervous, it appears as though he’s trying to hold himself back, to keep from doing something.

I can think of a thousand ways that this could go, and all of them would be perfect, but I am also happy with anything he might have in mind. He said he wanted to feel me. Pulling the bedspread off, I climb onto the mattress and settle back onto the pile of pillows as he watches me. As much as I want to spend the night learning every little thing about him and what he might like, I’m going to let him take control. “C’mere, Nikko,” I beckon, arms open for him.

Instantly he’s hopping onto the bed, but hesitates once he’s close to me, unsure of what he can or should do. I grip his hips gently, guiding him to straddle my thighs, and realize very quickly I am in no way prepared for this moment—Nikko settling on top of me, his expression a mix of wonder and lust.

“What should I do?” he asks, even as his palms press against my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I have to close my eyes for a second or something embarrassing is going to happen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and there’s never been anyone I’ve wanted this much, cared for so deeply. “Literally anything you want,” I tell him.

Nikko shifts slightly, careful not to make too much contact as he folds himself over me, capturing my lips in a slow, searching kiss. The way he whimpers when he opens up for me might be my new favorite sound. At least until he seems to really let go and sink into it, allowing himself to press the entire length of his body to mine. We both gasp at the increased contact, and he begins to rut against my cock, moaning loudly.

He looks legitimately blissful when his eyes meet mine again. I nod, encouraging him by lifting my hips ever-so-slightly. “Just like that. Right there.”

“I…” Whatever else he was going to say gets lost in the experimental motion of grinding against me in haphazard figure-eights seeking more friction. “Ooh.”

My hands settle on his waist, helping him find a rhythm, even though he really doesn’t need any kind of guidance. He’s nudging his nose along the line of my jaw, panting against me as he finds and chases his pleasure. For just a second, I regret that we haven’t taken everything off—that we aren’t moving together completely skin-on-skin. But the nearly overwhelming sensation of our clothed cocks rubbing and brushing is more than enough for now.

Just when I think this couldn’t get any hotter, he sits up and slides forward to adjust his position. He’s cautious as he situates himself, his thighs braced tight against me as he starts to rock forward and back like he’s riding me.

I am sure I’ve never seen—or felt—anything as incredible as this. His dark hair falls in his face, covering his closed eyes, that perfect mouth slightly open with his heavy breathing, the pink that dusts his cheeks, and spills down over his chest as his movements become more erratic. “Nikko, don’t stop. Let me hear you,” I beg.

“Feels so… so good.” His hips stutter as I thrust up under him, unable to hold back any more. “I think… I…Jase.”

My name has never sounded sexier than when it leaves his mouth in a broken moan. I feel him tense as his fingers dig into my sides, his back arching as he shakes apart. It’s everything I need to send me over the edge as well, gripping whatever part of him I can hold onto as I come undone.

Nikko all but collapses on top of me, burying his head in the crook of my neck, gasping and giggling. “Wow.”

Wowseems insufficient, but I don’t disagree. Coaxing him to raise his head, I pull him into a messy kiss as we both try to catch our breath.

He’s the first to break away for air, inhaling quickly to ask, “Can we do it again?”

I have to laugh at his eagerness, but I’d also go again right now if I wasn’t worn out in the best kind of way. “Yes, but I think we should probably talk some more first, before we do anything else.”

“Oh. Right.” He looks disappointed for about half a second, before he’s smiling again, almost devious. “There are many things I want to try with you.”

“Same,” I tell him, bringing his mouth to mine for another kiss.

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