Adam let his eyes run over all of Kyle, smiling. “Anything? Everything?” He shrugged and leaned forward to undo Kyle’s pants. “I have no idea what my options are.”
Kyle bit at his bottom lip, watching Adam intently. “Well, what would you want me to do to you? Then just try that,” he suggested.
Adam kept up at undoing Kyle’s pants, pulling them and those tiny underwear down despite the fact that they were so tight. Then he was running his hand down Kyle’s stomach before leaning in, taking the Kyle in his mouth, tentative, not sure what he was doing, but willing to try.
“Oh my god,” Kyle said, not having expected that at all. He had really expected Adam to maybe start with some tentative touching, stroking, maybe playing a little. Not… That. Not that Kyle was complaining. Not at all. In fact, “Oh God, yes - like that,” he said, mindful that Adam needed to be told when he was doing something right. Kyle stared down at him, captivated by the sight.
So that was right, right-ish at least. He kept doing what he was doing, trying to give a little bit more, do something else right. When Kyle said he was doing something right, he kept doing it, noting it was too much or too soon.
Kyle kept himself still, not wanting to spook Adam, or make anything uncomfortable for him. He let his legs relax to the sides slightly, fisting his hands in the sheets, when all he wanted to do was move them to the back of Adam’s head, urging him deeper. He knew he couldn’t do that though. “Use your hand as well,” he encouraged.
Duh. That made perfect sense. Adam added his hand, using it to up the pace and cover anywhere his mouth wasn’t. He knew he wasn’t as good at this as Kyle was, probably nothing on whatever Harry could do, but he wanted Kyle to enjoy it, at least some.
Kyle wasn’t up for comparing techniques or abilities. What Adam was doing felt awesome and that was all he gave a damn about right now. He had a gorgeous, enthusiastic guy on his knees in front of him. Life didn’t get much better than that.
Adam kept going because Kyle hadn’t given him a reason to stop. After a few moments, he pushed himself harder, taking more of Kyle and though he had to suck air in through his nose, he managed to do just that, slowly, tentatively, but more like he’d hoped for.
Kyle swore loudly, throwing his head back. “Oh fuck yes, please, god, just… Keep doing that,” Kyle exclaimed, his head swimming a little. He couldn’t remember why he had apparently thought that this was a bad idea. Adam should just, like, never leave. Ever.
Adam didn’t stop, doing that again because Kyle was saying that. Just as long as he kept say things. Adam looked up, eyes screwing up to see him, see his reactions.
Kyle forced himself to lift his head and make eye contact with Adam again. He didn’t want to. He wanted to just get lost in feeling and everything the other man was doing to him, but he remembered what the first time was like.