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Calix hugged him a little longer, then let go. Contrary to what he had told Rhett about having fun without pressure, tension had seeped into him as well. Not so much about whether or not he would get hard. He'd been in a near-constant state of arousal ever since he and Rhett had set their date. If nothing else, it had confirmed that while he might not be ready for a relationship, his body was certainly ready for sex again, and not the kind that involved his right hand.
No, his concern was about Rhett. Back when he'd been younger, in college, he'd been the first for a few guys. But he'd never felt this deep need to make it as perfect as he did right now. Maybe because he was older or because Rhett had waited so long. Or because Rhett was such a sweetheart who deserved a beautiful first introduction into how amazing sex could be.
Whatever the reason, he did feel the pressure to make it good for Rhett so he wouldn't regret it. But the way they had set this up, the transition wasn't easy. It already felt so forced, so planned. How did he change that? What could he possibly say to help Rhett get into a different headspace? And himself while he was at it.
Then it came to him. It wasn't about words. Nothing he could say would be enough right now. Rhett looked at him, those blue eyes full of trust while still holding fear and insecurity. So with a tender smile, Calix cupped his cheeks and slowly moved in. Rhett's eyes widened, and Calix gave him a second to process, to respond. To say no.
But then Rhett shut his eyes, puckering his lips in a gesture so sweet and adorable Calix's heart fluttered in his chest. He closed the last bit of distance between them and kissed him, a gentle, soft kiss. At first, Rhett held his breath, and Calix was about to tell him to please not forget that he needed oxygen when he finally inhaled through his nose.
First kisses. It had been so long ago for Calix, but it seemed like yesterday, the thrill of that first exploration. He slowly trailed his lips over Rhett's, nibbled and licked, coaxing him into responding. And when he did, Calix brought out the tip of his tongue, and much to his delight, Rhett instantly copied his move.
Heat pooled in his belly at that first touch of their tongues, that first slick slide. He had to angle his head a little more to get access, but then he slipped his tongue into Rhett's mouth. He swallowed his gasp and halted until Rhett relaxed again. Rhett seemed unsure what to do with his tongue, his hands, his body, so Calix wrapped his arms around him. With one hand on the back of his head and the other around his waist, inching toward his ass, he kept kissing him.
A thrill raced down his spine when Rhett moved his tongue, a little awkward at first, their teeth clacking, but then he tried again, and their tongues glided against each other. It had been so long since he'd kissed anyone and even longer since he'd kissed someone for the first time, and Calix had forgotten how powerful a kiss could be. How potent, how that simple contact between two mouths, two tongues, two bodies pressing together could set his blood on fire.
He walked Rhett backward until he could push him against the wall, and then he languidly rubbed their bodies against each other. His hard cock met Rhett's equally excited one, and a rush of satisfaction blazed through him. Rhett was responding to his kiss, his touch.
He kissed him for minutes, lazily exploring his mouth, forcing himself to go slow, to take his time. He put his teeth into play, nibbling on Rhett's bottom lip, and that resulted in a moan so beautiful and pure he would've been happy to kiss him all night. He did it again, meanwhile grinding their groins together, circling his hips.
Pressure was already building up in his balls, the first tingles indicating that if he kept this up, he'd have no trouble coming just from frotting. But did he want that? Thinking was hard when his body had its own plan, which involved moving things along at a much higher speed, but he clamped down on his needs. This would be perfect as a starter, as foreplay. It would take the edge off for both of them, give Rhett some much-needed confidence for the rest of their evening.
Mmm, yes, that would be good. As much self-discipline and self-control as he had, taking things slow when he was already on the edge, even if they'd only just begun, wouldn't be easy. He increased the pressure on Rhett's body, catching the low moan falling from his lips.
He intensified the kiss, his tongue pumping into Rhett's mouth, his hips following the same rhythm. His body hummed with pleasure, his heartbeat pulsing in his ears, in his cock.
"Calix," Rhett whispered, a hint of panic in his voice. Calix really liked his name on Rhett's lips, especially when said with such sexual urgency.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I'm… You're… I can't…"
Calix smiled at him, their mouths still so close he could feel every breath. "Are you getting close?"
Rhett bit his lip, then nodded.
"So am I." He circled his hips again, creating that delicious friction on his cock. "Does that feel good?"
Another nod. Rhett's cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark, and his heart was beating fast, the frantic rhythm pulsating against Calix's body. He held Rhett's eyes as he snaked his hand between them and unzipped his pants first, then undid Rhett's. Rhett's eyes widened, and he gasped, but other than that, he stood still.
"This okay?" Calix double-checked.
"Yes."
Calix took his own cock out first, breathing out with relief when it was no longer confined. Rhett dropped his gaze to his crotch, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Calix moved slowly, reading Rhett's face intently as he pushed his hand into his underwear, then circled it around his cock.
He waited a beat, then freed it. He was as hard as Calix was, the tip of his cock wet with precum. "Oh, sweetheart, you're beautiful."
He hadn't even thought about it, the words welling up in him, but the sheer joy on Rhett's face told him how much they meant to him. "Yeah?"
Of course it did. He had no experience. No one had ever told him he was beautiful and perfect. And every human on the planet needed to hear that, Rhett probably more than others.
"Can I touch you?" he asked.
"You can do whatever you want."
The weight of that trust coursed through Calix's veins, firing him up. "Hang on, sweetheart. I'm going to make you fly."
He spit in his hands, cursing himself for not putting lube in his pocket. No way in hell was he pausing to get it. The old-fashioned way would have to do. A little more saliva and then he wrapped his hands around both of their cocks, using their precum as extra lubrication.
He loved the sounds of sex. Sex was pure pleasure anyway, providing it was done right, but there was something so filthy and erotic about the sounds. The wet slide of their cocks against each other, the halted breaths, a little whimper, his grunt as he jacked them off together.
"Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it? You're as hard as I am…"
He stopped. Was this okay? Wouldn't it be too much? He'd always been a talker during sex, the words as arousing to him as the sexual pleasure his body was experiencing. But one look at Rhett's expression told him he'd appreciated the words. Needed them even maybe.
"Yes, that's it. Rock into my hand. Chase that release. Are you going to let me see how beautiful you look when you come? Your eyes are so dark with desire now, your cheeks all flushed with it. You're so hot, so fucking sexy."