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I was surprised he’d thought to ask, seeing as I was undoubtedly going to be in charge of our interactions, but he was right. Just because someone was taking on a more dominant role didn’t meant they didn’t also have their limits or couldn’t change their mind about wanting something.

“Mine can be garlic.” I gave him a tiny smile. “Stuff like checking that is what makes you a good sexual partner, Larkin. Not how well you can suck a dick.”

His breath hitched, gaze darting down to my crotch, hidden by the island. “Y-yeah, well, I want to be amazing at both.”

Fuck. I wasn’t going to survive this. He was determined to become an amazing cocksucker, and he was going to be using my cock to learn.

“So you”—I gulped—“just want practice.”

“Yes,” he said hoarsely, but sat up straight to convey his sincerity.

“With everything.”

“Uh-huh.” He was gazing at me with those big, guileless eyes.

Unbidden, my gaze flickered down to his mouth. “Have you kissed anyone before?”

He reared back in offence, scowling at me. “Um, yes, dude. Loads of times. Like, so many people—”

“Larkin.” I injected a hint of sternness into my voice, because he was posturing again. Overcompensating.

He flushed, squirming and looking away before meekly admitting, “Okay, I’ve kissed three people. A girl in middle school, another girl in my senior year, and my buddy Hans a couple years ago when we wanted to impress some girls in a club.”

I exhaled slowly. That sounded about right. “So do you need practice with that too?”

I wasn’t sure what I wanted the answer to be. Kissing him would be… maybe too much. Too intimate. It would make me want the things I couldn’t have even more than I already did.

Larkin made a face. “I don’t think so? I mean, my buddy Hans is completely straight, but he told me I was a great kisser. He was, like, super impressed, actually.”

“Okay,” I said in a slightly strangled voice that he thankfully didn’t seem to notice. “So kissing isn’t needed. For practice.”

Larkin stared at me. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to protest, but eventually he just nodded, casting my mouth a quick glance.

“It’s just everything else,” he said, giving me an uncharacteristically shy smile that almost had me vaulting over the kitchen island to crush him to my chest.

This was definitely going to hurt. A whole fucking lot.

“When did you want to start?” I heard myself ask.

Chapter Seven

Lesson 1

Seb

Larkin’s breath caught as his eyes darted back down my front. He couldn’t see the erection throbbing in my pants, but that deep blue flush still spread down his neck as he swallowed.

“Um.” He fidgeted restlessly. “N-now?”

I didn’t move, watching him closely. “Are you sure, Larkin?”

He huffed and rolled his eyes, then fixed me with a look. “Yes. I’m sure, dude. Look, I’m obv going to be nervous. I’ve never done any of this before. But just trust me—I promise I’ll tell you if I change my mind, okay? At any point. We have our safewords.”

It was a surprisingly mature answer, and one that put me at ease. He was right. He had his safeword, and I did actually trust him to speak up if he was uncomfortable with something.

“Okay. You’re right.” I gave him a tiny smile, then glanced uncertainly at the couch over in the living area. Now I was the one feeling nervous. Did I invite him up to my bedroom, or…? “Uh, why don’t we—”

“Can I—Could I actually take a quick shower first?” Larkin’s face flushed a deep blue.