Good, Colin was smiling. Smiling was good. And the talking was probably for the better. And the thinking, though the thinking was more rambling than anything else. It wasn't Zach's fault Colin looked utterly adorable when he smiled, which made concentrating on the words more difficult. But okay, waiting, Colin wanted to wait on sex. A small niggly part of Zach's brain noted the should and the probably, but Zach wasn't going to push. He wasn't. That wouldn't be right. Colin wanted to wait. They waited.
"You learn from the first person you are with," Zach told Colin with a smile, "from more than that, if you're open to it. And I will make sure that you are amazing. I'm awesome in bed, and you are too." That was settled, definite. And really, Zach didn't see what Colin had to worry about with how they had been going, oh the feel of Colin's mouth and nails on his skin...it was arousing just to think about it, to imagine having it again, to remember.
Talking was becoming more difficult. Zach's hips pushed up once against Colin's, earning a groan on Zach's part. "That...feels good. We're sensitive, there," Zach explained, "And we can do more than push against each other. You can...use your hand or your mouth specifically...there, and it feels really good. Those're...easiest. And...arses too, can be sensitive, to...fingers or mouth..." That took a bit more caution to a virgin arse and some technique, but if Colin showed any interest, Zach was going to teach him it, oh bloody yes.
His hands ran along Colin's sides, and damn his pajama pants were uncomfortable, but Colin mattered more. Zach thought Colin was way far away, too far, for kissing, and his mind was thoroughly filled with images of them and what he'd been describing, and he was so hot and hard, and Zach needed Colin.