I have never dated someone like you

Will

"With that intimidating look!"

The first time I laid eyes on Nate, what caught my attention was his gaze. He intimidated me, not because I was afraid of him, but because such was the intensity of his gaze, it seemed to penetrate my soul. I felt uncomfortable, because I was afraid of losing myself there, afraid of a lot of things, and especially of accepting that from the beginning I felt attracted, I was lost in that intimidating gaze.

— I don't understand anything!

— It's very simple. The first time I saw you, you used that look that Thirasak uses in "I'm going to kiss you until you go crazy", and it made me uncomfortable somehow...

— Why?

— At that time I didn't want to admit it. Today, I know I was attracted to you from that moment I was late for the first casting meeting, and you stared at me, remember?

— I remember... I think we have evolved a lot, haven't we?

— Yeah, we went from "Why are you looking at me?" to "Your mouth drives me crazy".

[...]

This is the second time my boyfriend has come to my house. I don't like the idea of him coming in the back of the house, as if he is doing something wrong, it is so uncomfortable. Lunch with my "friends" has only reinforced how difficult it will be to expose to others, the feelings I have for him. These are thoughts, ideas, behaviors and speech that need to evolve.

While I am lost in thought, Nate strums a few notes on the piano in the living room, and I smile as I see the expressions on his face when he misses a note. I approach him and sit down next to him on the piano bench, handing him a glass of wine. He stops playing, holds the glass, stares at me, and smiles.

— What is this face?

— What?

— Are you still thinking about the restaurant?

— A little bit.

He places the cup on the piano, wraps his arm around my shoulders, kisses my cheek.

— I don't like to see my Bunny sad!

— I didn't like what they did, it seems they invited us just to debauch, make homophobic jokes, and there's something else...

— What is it? — he asks and strokes my face.

— I don't like bringing you here like this!

— What do you mean?

— Sneaking in, like a thief. I feel terrible about this, Kitten!

— No need to feel terrible, I understand the situation.

— I know you understand, but it's still very boring. I just want to walk around with you holding hands, not being afraid of what others will think, will say. To bring you here, walking through the front door as my boyfriend!

Tears are flowing, and I feel very vulnerable. Nate looks at me so tenderly, his eyes are watery, he kisses my cheek, and wipes my tears away.

— If you want, we'll take up our relationship, and fuck everything else!

— You may think I'm a wimp, but I'm afraid of what might happen to our careers, and...

— I don't think you are a slacker. Your fear is natural, we don't know what might happen, who will support us, but if you want to... I'll take it!

[...]

It was a fun afternoon. Video games, movies, snacks and lots of kissing. We fall asleep in my bed. I wake up and look at her beautiful face in front of me. The memories of the island come to my mind, especially what his mouth was able to do. The sex has improved a lot, it is visible that he is much looser, without those ties that held him back at the beginning of our courtship, especially the great dilemma: being the passive. However, I said that I didn't make a point of being passive, or active, so that I was with him. So far this versatility in our relationship hasn't happened, and I feel a need to experiment, but I don't know how he will react.

I come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and with another towel drying my hair. I look toward the bed, and he is looking at something on his cell phone, and stops and looks at me. His gaze slowly moves down my body, and it makes my heart beat faster. Nate looks away and a cynical smile forms on his lips. I throw the towel I dry my hair on him, and ask.

— What's funny?

— Nothing.

— You were looking at me with a cynical face!

— I can't look at my hot boyfriend?

— Yes you can!

— Why didn't you wake me up? — he asks, and I approach the bed and sit down next to him.

— Because you were sleeping like a baby, and I was sorry to wake you up!

— But I wanted to take a bath with you, Bunny!

— Would you only take a bath?

He caresses my lips with the tip of his thumb. He runs his tongue slowly under his lips, and looks at me in a seductive way. I swallow hard.

— I think we wouldn't just take a bath, we would do many things, don't you?

— I guess. But, changing the subject, I mean, the subject is not that different. Anyway, can we talk about a certain subject?

— About what?

— What are you thinking about while you are eating me up with your gaze! — I speak and a cynical smile forms on his lips.

— Sex?

— It's something related to this, remember I told you that it didn't matter if I was active, or passive?

— So what?

— So, I've been thinking. I want to try something different. Before I finish, Nate interrupts me and asks.

— What do you mean by "something different"? Are you not satisfied with me? Do you want a third person in the relationship?

Nate's gaze looks worried. I smile.

— It's not like that... I am happy to have you, but I want to be the passive one next time, we can take turns, and... — I speak, and he looks a little stunned. — Nate, is everything okay?

— It's... It's just that you always surprise me.

— But do you agree? Because before our first time, everything was a taboo for you...

— It was, but now it is no longer. Are you sure about this, Will?

— Of course I do. But if my decision bothers you...

— No. It will just be a very different experience... — he says, smiles, lowers his head, and looks at me again. — You know, I've never dated anyone like you, Will!

— Is this good, or bad?

— Everything about you is good, Bunny! — he exclaims, fiddles with his cell phone, and then a song, well suited to the two of us, plays throughout the room.

I lost my discretionIt

's not what, I'm used toI just want to experience youI'm

curious about you I kissed a boy — Dari

Nate looks at me like I am something very juicy. I smile.

— Did you hear what the song is saying? Are you just going to watch, Pussycat? — as soon as I ask, he comes closer and sticks his mouth to mine.

His kiss is intense, desperate. Quickly his tongue meets mine, and I feel my lips being sucked in with such intensity. Involuntarily I lie down and pull him on top of me, his body is glued to mine, and in a quick impulse, his hand wanders under my towel and finds my cock, which begins to awaken. My boyfriend holds it, and his hand slowly moves up and down, and it puts me off.

I kissed a boy and I liked it...

It felt so wrongIt felt

so right... I liked itI liked it

I kissed a boy — Dari

He stops, looks at me, and begins a trail of kisses down my chest, slowly running the tip of his tongue over my nipples. The bastard knows how much I like it, and makes sure to torture me every time, and my moans come out hoarse and desperate. Nate continues on his trail until he comes in front of my towel—covered cock. He pulls the towel off, throws it up and looks at me, in his eyes I see a lot of desire, he brings his mouth close and once again uses his tongue to torture me.

I close my eyes in delirium as I feel his tongue, and then his mouth swallow him, I cling to the sheet, and then pull his hair. From the moment I laid my eyes on his mouth, I knew it was a great doom for me, and I was right, for, what he makes me feel by using it, is supernatural. It doesn't take long for me to come. Nate takes off his shirt and shorts and throws them away, and lays down on top of me, kisses my mouth, stops and asks me.

— Are you sure you want to be penetrated? — he asks, and I just shake my head.

[...]

Each touch of his fingers on my insides is intense, warm, and pleasurable. When he did it other times, especially back on the island, I felt a little strange, because it was new, but now that I'm starting to get used to his fingers moving in just the right place, and making me moan without thinking about anything, I finally reach the peak, and a hoarse scream comes out of my throat.

My boyfriend looks at me as I relax beside him. His hand caresses my face, and then I feel his lips touch my cheek. He stands up, picks up a silver package, tears it open, and lays down on top of me. His lips touch mine once more, his hands grab my legs, and I feel I need to spread them apart to make the moment easier.

The music continues to take over the room. The mood between us is lascivious, as the way Nate disengages himself from my mouth and looks at me makes me burn inside. Just as my body is ready to experience what Nate has already been experiencing, we hear a loud knock on the door, and a voice that makes us apprehensive.

— Will, what is that noise? Open this door!