Sonny looks unsure propped up on his elbows between Mike’s legs. Even if he hadn’t admitted he’s never done anything, it would be obvious from his uncertainty, eyes wide and lips slightly parted to take more oxygen into his short-circuiting brain. Mike, on the other hand, appears as relaxed as he feels. One hand gingerly cups Sonny’s face while he supports his pwn head with his opposite arm.
“It’s okay,” he coaxes, “you can touch. And we can stop whenever you want.”
“I know.”
After a shaky breath, Sonny reaches out to drag his fingers over the bulge in Mike’s boxers. His touch is tentative and unsure. Among his admissions was that he’s never even touched himself, so he has no confidence or experience to fall back in. At whispered encouragements, however, he gets a little braver and curls his fingers around Mike through the fabric to stroke up and down a couple of inches. The dull friction turned rough from the cheap boxers makes Mike hiss and lift his hips off the bed just enough to be noticeable.
For a few minutes, Sonny does that, getting familiar with the motion and studying Mike’s reactions when he twists his hand slightly or rubs firmly with the pad of his thumb. Then he clears his throat and asks, “what do I do next?”
“You can, uh, you can use your mouth on me. If you want.” Sonny bows his head without hesitation, mouth so close that Mike can faintly feel his breath. “We can leave my boxers on. Or I can- I can take them off.”
Sonny hums to himself and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Mike’s underwear.
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