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“Done what?” Eric’s brain wasn’t functioning well after that orgasm, or with a front-row seat to Kyle jerking himself off. Or with Kyle’s casual mention ofnext time.
“Edging. Seeing how long you can last. Bringing yourself right to the brink and then backing off. Over and over again.” His voice was strained as he described it. “I want to do that to you. Make you absolutely lose control. I think you need that.”
“Yeah,” Eric said hoarsely. Suddenly he absolutely needed the thing that he’d barely heard of until now. He wanted Kyle to pull him apart like that.
Kyle reached behind himself and Eric realized he was probably playing with his own hole. Should Eric be offering to help here? Probably. But Kyle wasn’t telling him to and he looked so fucking hot doing this to himself that Eric couldn’t move. He was mesmerized, watching the blur of Kyle’s hand as it flew over his cock, and the beautiful blissed-out expression on his face. His lips were slack and swollen, and his eyes were closed.
“Aw, fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah, do it,” Eric said, then added, boldly, “All over me. Come on.”
Kyle opened his eyes. “Fuck.Fuck.”
They both watched as his release jetted out of him, striping Eric’s chest. Kyle’s face was gorgeous when he came, dreamy and flushed as sweet little whimpers of ecstasy tumbled out of him. Eric steadied him with firm hands on his hips, and for a moment they just stared at each other, wide-eyed and, for Eric’s part at least, thunderstruck by how strongly he wanted more of this man.
He pulled him down into a long, slow kiss that he hoped expressed gratitude more than the adoration he actually felt. When they broke apart, Kyle collapsed on the bed beside him and said, “I’ll clean that up. Just give me a second.”
“No rush.”
Kyle laughed. “So this mess you don’t mind?”
Eric gazed down at the glistening, sticky streaks on his chest as Kyle’s beautiful moans from a moment ago echoed in his ears. “It doesn’t bother me at all, actually.”
They stayed like that for a while, beside each other, but not speaking or looking at each other. Eric was grappling with the enormity of this moment. He knew that this sort of thing meant almost nothing to Kyle, but Eric had never had sex outside of a romantic relationship before, let alone with a man. And his heart was screaming, absurdly, for him to wrap his arms around Kyle and never let him go. It was a lot to process.
Eventually, Kyle pulled himself up to a sitting position and patted Eric on the shoulder. “I’ll get a cloth. Is there one in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, there’s a shelf with some.”
“Okay.”
Eric stretched his arms out in a T-shape, and blew out a long breath. This was the same bed he’d woken up in. Did he feel different now? Was he ending his day a changed man?
Well, he had another man’s cum drying on his chest. That was different.
He started to laugh. Kyle emerged from the bathroom and paused when he heard Eric’s uncharacteristic giggling. “Uh oh. I broke you.”
“No.” Eric scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to compose himself. “No. I’m just...overwhelmed.”
Kyle sat on the bed beside him. “Good or bad?”
“Good,” Eric said quickly. “Really good.”
“It seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Kyle teased. Eric grinned lazily in response.
The cloth felt warm and soothing as Kyle washed away all traces of himself from Eric’s skin and chest hair. Again, it occurred to Eric that he should be helping, or just take the cloth and do it himself, but this was nice, and Kyle didn’t seem to mind.
“I love your chest hair,” Kyle said. He dragged the fingers of his free hand through the damp curls. “So fucking sexy.”
“Thanks.” Eric grabbed his hand and tangled their fingers together. He kissed the top of Kyle’s hand, then pulled him on top of him so he could kiss him again. It was another slow and lazy exploration, and Eric thought it might be even better than their urgent, hungry kisses. He would happily kiss Kyle like this forever, especially if he kept making those happy little sighs.
Kyle stacked his fists on Eric’s sternum, then rested his chin playfully on top. “So. Sex with men: what’s the verdict?”
A million thoughts flew through Eric’s brain, but all he managed to say was, “I liked it.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, then he rolled off of Eric. “Wow,” he said flatly. “Wow.”
Eric laughed and tried to grab him, but Kyle scooted away. “I loved it,” Eric clarified. “That was great.”
