Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 3: First Test.

The pleading eyes, so genuine and unfeigned, caught Kanthi's attention. He gazed into them, seeing a mix of emotions-nervousness, yet an undeniable determination that refused to back down.

 

"I'm sorry, but I came here to find pleasure, not to find a mentee. I don't have the time to teach anyone about this stuff," he said firmly.

 

Gear's small face fell, his thin lips pressing together as he lowered his head in disappointment. The sight unexpectedly stirred a pang of guilt in Kanthi. Deep down, he had to admit he was intrigued by this young man. From the very first encounter, it was as if he'd been under a spell, his eyes involuntarily searching for him. But the age gap and Gear's innocent demeanour had made him decide to stay away. Besides, tonight, Kanthi was looking for someone who could provide the kind of physical satisfaction that would ease his exhaustion, not someone who needed guidance.

 

"You're just a boy." Kanthi softened his tone, using his finger to tilt Gear's chin up so he could listen.

 

"But I'm of legal age. I'm a fourth-year student, about to graduate," Gear responded almost immediately. His gaze showed disappointment but also a stubbornness that Kanthi could sense.

 

"Or is it you who's too old?"

 

"Hah," Kanthi let out a soft chuckle at the bold retort.

 

".."

"Are you calling me old?"

 

"I didn't say that," Gear mumbled, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, though his defiant tone was clear.

 

'Stubborn yet innocent.' That seemed to be the perfect way to describe the young man in front of him.

 

"You're quite the talker," Kanthi remarked, his words sounding like a reprimand, though the slight smirk on his lips suggested he wasn't truly agitated. Instead, he found himself intrigued by the layers beneath Gear's innocent exterior, especially the way he held his ground in their exchange.

 

".." Gear, who'd been so bold moments ago, suddenly quieted down, his lips moving as if he wanted to argue further but ultimately chose to lower his head and stay silent.

 

Kanthi used the silence in this moment to observe the innocent demeanour that had been present at first. But now, there was growing boldness in using words to challenge him, more than he'd anticipated. If he were to do something small, would it really count as bullying the kid?

 

"Do you know how to kiss?" Kanthi asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Gear's as he posed the question seriously. It might've been the most foolish question, but something about the young man's demeanour made him ask it.

 

"...Yes," Gear replied softly, wrapping his arms around Kanthi's neck to add weight to his words. Kanthi didn't hesitate after hearing the answer. He placed one hand around Gear's waist, pulling him close until their bodies were pressed together, and then kissed him without warning. The sudden, intimate touch caught Gear off guard, shattering his earlier confidence. Kanthi's experienced lips moved skillfully, while Gear stood frozen, awkwardly trying to follow his lead. His body temperature rose uncontrollably.

 

The arms that had been wrapped around Kanthi's neck fell limply to his chest until Kanthi grabbed them and placed Gear's hands against his firm chest. The sensation of firm muscles and a strong chest that seemed to belong to a man in his mid-thirties who worked out regularly made it even harder for the inexperienced young man to keep his composure. He didn't know where his overly sensitive body should focus first, on the bare muscles filling his palms or the sweet lips that attacked him so intensely he nearly forgot to breathe.

 

"Ah," Kanthi finally pulled back, giving Gear a moment to regain his composure. "That's what I'd call not knowing how to kiss," Kanthi teased, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the blushing young man.

 

"-I was just surprised," Gear stammered, his wide eyes blinking rapidly as he nervously bit his lip.

 

"Then I'll try again," Kanthi said with a smirk. Gear swallowed hard and nodded, bracing himself.

 

"I'm going to kiss you now," Kanthi warned, leaning down until their faces were level. His large hand cupped Gear's cheek, holding him steady. The minimal distance between them, combined with the magnetic pull of their gazes, made Gear's heart race. Kanthi could see the excitement in Gear's light brown eyes before they fluttered shut, ready for what was to come.

 

Gear was fully aware that his actions were far from natural, but he couldn't control himself. Especially not when Kanthis' captivating eyes stared at him from such a dangerously close distance. To avoid their intensity, Gear shut his eyes, even though the kiss itself was far more dangerous. Kanthi allowed a slight smirk to play on his lips as he observed Gear's reaction. 

 

In all his years, he'd never encountered someone so innocent yet so determined. Despite the awkwardness, he found himself drawn to the young man's earnestness, and so, he leaned in to claim those soft lips once more.

 

"Mmm," Gear couldn't suppress the soft sound that escaped as Kanthi's lips pressed firmly against his. To Kanthi, it was just a simple kiss, but for Gear, it sent a rush of heat through his entire body, making his blood pump wildly. The kiss from the man in his thirties almost made his legs too weak to support his own weight. Kanthi, noticing the person before him gradually growing weaker, moved his hand from cupping his cheek to wrapping around his slender waist, pulling him closer to his body as if to support him and continue the kiss.

 

The scent... All he knew was that this kid smelled unbelievably good. His lips were as soft as cotton, but when it came to skill, they were completely nonexistent.

 

"Ah," Kanthi was the first to pull away, as it seemed that the pressing of lips just moments ago had left Gear struggling to catch his breath properly. The round pair of eyes still glistened with emotion as they met each other's gaze, unlike Kanthi's intense, captivating gaze, which had not softened in the slightest.

 

"Baby, I think no matter how many times, you still have no clue how to kiss." His thumb gently brushed against those soft lips, a touch that wasn't entirely satisfying but didn't ruin his mood in the slightest. Instead, it strangely stirred a sense of endearment within him.

 

"..." The young man, who seemed offended, kept his mouth shut. Gear knew well that this kiss was completely out of his control. Even though he had some experience in this matter, he couldn't understand why the man in front of him made him feel like someone learning everything from scratch all over again.

 

Kanthi's handsome face, his broad chest, and the passionate kiss that felt like it was stealing his soul-all of it overwhelmed Gear, making him feel like his limited experience had somehow turned into a negative experience.

 

"I don't think the fifth floor is for a boy like you," Kanthi finally said.

 

"You keep calling me a boy," Gear muttered, avoiding Kanthi's gaze. But Kanthi wasn't offended; in fact, he found himself smiling at the young man's defiance.

 

"If you were grown up, you wouldn't be arguing with me like this," Kanthi teased.

 

".." Gear pouted slightly, but Kanthi caught the expression, his sharp eyes never leaving him.

 

"Where do you live? I'll have a car take you home," Kanthi offered.

 

"No, thank you. I can get home on my own," Gear replied firmly. Though Kanthi wanted to ensure the young man got home safely, he decided to let it go, wanting to end things between them here.

 

Gear turned and opened the door, only to come face-to-face with Kanthi's usual companion, one he'd kissed earlier in the club. The man looked surprised to see Gear leaving the room, but knowing Kanthi's personality and how much of a playboy he truly was, he ultimately decided not to ask anything. 

 

Gear glanced at the man who'd come for Kanthi. His appearance was the complete opposite of Gear's. If Gear was the epitome of plainness, this man was the embodiment of vibrancy and passion. This must be Kanthi's real type-the kind of person who made him reject someone inexperienced like Gear.

 

"Did I keep you waiting, Kanthi?" the newcomer asked, stepping into the room. He

trailed his hand from Kanthi's chest up to his neck, leaning in for a kiss while his other hand tugged at the towel around Kanthi's waist, clearly intending to escalate things. Every move and glance from the newcomer was the exact opposite of Gear's.

 

"Not at all," Kanthi replied, stepping back slightly to create some distance.

 

"Is something wrong? Did I do something you didn't like?

 

"Nothing's wrong. You should head home tonight. I have some urgent business to take care of," Kanthi said, his voice smooth and commanding, though he softened the dismissal with a gentle kiss placed on the other person's hair as a parting gesture.

 

The door closed behind him, leaving Kanthi alone in the silence. The cold air from the air conditioner brushed against his bare skin, the only thing covering him being the towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Kanthi had turned down tonight's potential pleasure without hesitation, even though the person from earlier could've given him far more satisfaction than that innocent boy ever could.

 

He made his way into the spacious bathroom, standing before the large mirror. He let the towel slip from his hips and drop to the floor. His eyes trailed down to his own reflection, focusing on the undeniable evidence of his arousal. His body had reacted to that boy, and he couldn't bring himself to redirect those feelings toward anyone else.

 

Instead, he decided it'd be better to handle the heat within him on his own. His hand moved to grasp his hardened length, beginning to work away the tension that had built up. He didn't conjure any specific images in his mind; the only thing lingering was the sensation of those soft lips from earlier, as if they were still pressed against his own. 

 

The heat from his own hand worked tirelessly, his handsome face tilting upward as he exhaled heavily, running his fingers through his damp hair. The tip of his beautiful shaft began to glisten, a sign of the pressure building within him. His movements quickened, each stroke bringing him closer to release, as he sought to rid himself of the lingering frustration once and for all...

 

"Ah.. mm..."

 

It's strange how easily I'm affected. What was so special about that clumsy kiss?