Page 24 of Clean Finish

God, it was agonisingly hard already, flushed a deep red with the head almost purple, completely slick from the copious amounts of pre-cum I’d leaked into my underwear.

Larkin choked on a breath and croaked, “Jesus, Seb.”

“What?” I managed unsteadily, hands curling into fists at my sides as I tried to regulate my breathing. Larkin was staring at my hard cock. He was about to touch it. Make me come.

“It’s just… big,” he said hoarsely, eyes glued to it, that flush rising back up into his cheeks. “Really… really big.”

My mouth twitched. It was big, but not monstrously large. Definitely manageable.

My knot, however…

I didn’t have it in my human form, so that was a challenge for another day—one I was sure Larkin would enthusiastically accept, assuming his nerves didn’t get the best of him. But I’d never pressure him to take my knot. A lot of people weren’t up for it, while others revelled in the unique challenge of fitting it inside them.

“That’s def a double-fister, bro,” Larkin told me with a grin, which made me chuckle. He was much more relaxed and at ease now, his expression telling me he was eager to give his first handjob.

“One hand will work just fine,” I reassured him. “But you really don’t have to, Larkin. We can—”

“No way, dude. This is what I want to learn, remember?” With a nervous swallow, he squirted some lube into his palm. “You’ll talk me through it, right? Tell me what to do.”

Jesus Christ. I definitely was not going to survive this.

“Sure,” I rasped, then held my breath as he reached down for my cock.

It took every ounce of my willpower to hold still and not make a sound when his long fingers wrapped hesitantly around my shaft. But I couldn’t do anything to prevent the bead of pre-cum that rolled down onto his knuckles.

He started sliding his fist up and down, his grip a touch too light and his movements clumsy in a way that made my throat ache. He’d never jerked a cock from this angle before, and I could sense his nerves rising again as I stayed perfectly still, not making a sound.

He needed encouragement. I had to somehow find a balance between showing him I was enjoying it and revealing just how much this was affecting me—Larkin touching me, something I’d wanted for so long but never thought I’d actually get.

“That’s good,” I said unsteadily, both of us staring down at his hand on my cock. “Maybe a little tighter.”

He readjusted his grip, then shifted closer, his free hand reaching up to grab my shoulder for balance. That innocent contact almost made me moan as my thighs tensed.

“O-okay.” I swallowed thickly, my fingers twitching with the urge to reach over and clutch his leg. “When you… get to the head, swipe your thumb over the tip.”

He obeyed instantly, his breaths shallowing, movement in his pants drawing my gaze. His cock was firming up again. I wondered whether I could reach over and stroke him off while he did this.

Taking some initiative, Larkin slowed his fist and smoothed his thumb over my frenulum, peeking up at me to gauge my reaction. I clenched my jaw to hold back a groan, but nodded quickly.

“That’s good.”

“You like that too?” he asked instantly, his voice breathless.

“Yeah,” I said tightly, then realised I wasn’t really teaching him how to pleasure someone with a handjob. I was teaching him how to pleasure me with a handjob, so I cleared my throat and forced myself to say, “So… some people like a straight up and down motion, and others like you to kind of twist your hand while you’re doing it. You should… you should try things out and pay attention to how they react.”

“Okay,” Larkin breathed, smoothly twisting his fist as it glided over the head of my cock. A tiny groan escaped me, which made him immediately ask, “So you like that?”

“Yes.” Talking was distracting me from the pressing urge to come already tightening my lower back, so I continued. “Some… some people like their balls played with at the same time, but others don’t really get much from it.”

Larkin’s hand instantly shot off my shoulder to reach down, but the angle meant his wrists would cross awkwardly. He hesitated, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I can’t reach that well.” Big, guileless blue eyes rose to meet mine. “Is it alright if I… um…”

“Go ahead,” I said quickly. I didn’t even know what he wanted to do, but I didn’t care. He could do literally anything right now and I’d be grateful for it.

Awkwardly, he clambered over me until he was straddling my thighs, then reached down to cup my sac. I jolted, sucking in a shaky breath, resisting the urge to grasp his lean hips.

“Okay, this angle’s easier,” he breathed, gazing down at his hands on me. “Am I doing okay?”