Page 69 of Teach Me K-Pop

“Later.” Nikko nods. “Now, I want you.”

“You have me,” I promise. I whip my shirt off, and he does the same, almost mirroring my movements. It’s both very cute and very sexy. “Just tell me what you want.”

He catches my eyes and maintains steady contact as he says, “Everything.”

My heart is pounding, and my cock is already almost fully hard. This whole moment feels so big in so many ways. I want to give him what he wants. I want to give him all that I can.

Standing up, he shimmies out of his pants and underwear, tossing them aside and pulling back the covers on the bed before crawling to the center and lying down. He watches me as I undress, his hands sliding down over his abs, then gives himself a few loose strokes.

Joining him on the mattress, I lean down to kiss him, slow and deep. “Nikko…” I need to put my mouth all over him, to taste him everywhere so badly. I’ll beg if I have to.

He looks at me, fingers slipping through my hair and trailing down the back of my neck. “Yeah. Yes.” He nods, without even knowing what I’m asking. It makes me crazy in the best way that he trusts me like this, that he wants whatever I want.

I slide down his body, dropping dry kisses over his chest, his abs, each of his hip bones, the tip of his cock. I assume that he thinks I’m going to suck him off, and I will if that’s what he prefers, but I have other plans first, if he’ll let me. “Can you roll over for me?”

His eyes widen immediately, clearly surprised. “Over? On my stomach?”

“Yes. I want to try something I think you’ll like.” My mouth waters as he slowly starts to turn and then settles with his arms folded under his head. I don’t know if he’s familiar with rimming or not, but I am nearly desperate with the desire to give him this specific kind of pleasure. “Grab a pillow,” I tell him, swiftly wedging it beneath his hips as soon as he hands it to me. I cup his ass and ask, “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it, right?”

“Right,” he repeats after me, glancing over his shoulder. “But I want... what you want to do.”

Despite the lust searing through me as I take another look at him, his words make me feel fortunate—lucky—and I need to take a second to try to believe we’re really here. That I have him with me. Now. Like this.

I hear his breath hitch in surprise as I move my hands to his inner thighs, gently pushing them further apart, then trail one finger up between his cheeks. As I graze over his hole, I quietly ask, “Do you touch yourself here?”

“S-sometimes?” He fights a shiver when I spread him, anticipating what I will do next. “It is hard to find time and privacy,” he tells me, voice shaky.

“Mmmm,” I acknowledge as I lean over to flutter my tongue around his rim. Nikko moans loudly, hips twitching like he can’t decide if he wants to push back or pull away. I don’t want to tease him too much, even though I’d love to eat him out for hours, but I try to give him an introduction to how good it can be.

I let myself enjoy it, getting lost in the sounds he’s making. Alternating between long, leisurely licks, delving twists, and light flickers that don’t linger anywhere, I can feel him start to shake around me, his thighs trembling, knees stuttering further apart while I work him open.

“Shhiiiibbaall,” he curses, the syllables stretched out long as he smacks a flat palm against the mattress. “So good. So good,” he mumbles, giving in fully to the sensations and trying to get closer to me.

I let my fingertips dig in to part his cheeks a little more, allow myself to go just that much deeper, and he wails in response. Easing back, I switch to light suction, then take a second to circle his rim with the tip of my tongue. He’s panting like he’s just come off stage, rutting against the pillow trying to get some friction. I sit up, hands still on him. “Nikko…”

Immediately, he stills. “I like that so much. I did not want you to stop,” he admits, looking back at me, swaying slightly.

“I promise I’ll do it again. And again,” I say, teasing a fingertip over his hole. “But I need you to tell me…” I stop talking as he raises his hips up.

His gaze is heavy, eyes dark with desire. “I want you inside me.”

As certain as I was that he was going to say something like that, I’m still not prepared to hear it. Of course I’ve fantasized about it, daydreamed about it, but the reality of it is so different. I feel like this is as new to me as it is to him—to be with someone I’m so in love with.

“Jase? Please?” There’s a nervous edge to his tone that I don’t like at all. “I need to do this with you. I do not want to be with anyone else.”

I groan inwardly at the sudden death I seem to experience whenever he says things like that, but try to recover as quickly as I can because I don’t want him to be anxious. But I also don’t want my poor heart to explode, and it kind of feels like a possibility right now.

Drawing my hands over him, I let them rest at his waist. “I want that, too. I want it so badly, but I’m not… I didn’t bring... I don’t have…” I’m stumbling all over what I’m trying to say because there’s not a thought in my head with the way he’s looking at me. “I didn’t even know if you’d talk to me. I didn’t want to come prepared for something that might not happen. I don’t have any condoms with me and I’m guessing you don’t either. All I’ve got is some weird lube called ‘bone rub’ that I picked up at a convenience store in case we didn’t make up or get back together or whatever we’re calling this, and I ended up going to cry and jack off in the shower.” I abruptly stop talking when Nikko turns around and situates himself on my lap to kiss me.

“You know I have not been with anyone before,” he says and I nod in response, even as my heart is in my throat. “If you are willing to go without, so am I.”

“I’m clean,” I whisper, like speaking louder is somehow inappropriate for this conversation. “It’s been a couple of years since I hooked up with anyone, but I get tested every year. The last time was right before you and I started talking.”

He kisses me again. “Then we have everything we need.”

My jaw drops as he moves to lie back on the bed once more. This actuallyisa first for me. I’ve never gone without protection; I never felt serious enough about anyone in the past to take that step. But I will for him.

I stand up to go dig through my luggage for the bottle that could easily be mistaken for barbecue sauce if not for the cartoon dick on the label. I wish I had something better. But maybe this is actually perfect because it’s spontaneous.

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