Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 4: Annoying and irritating.

 

It was the first time Kanthi hadn't expected something like this to happen. Who would've thought that someone like him, with countless people waiting to fulfil his desires in bed, would choose to satisfy himself on his own in the bathroom of this sultry VIP room? And to make it even stranger, the person who stirred his emotions was some innocent boy he barely knew.

 

"Why are you back so soon? Or are you getting old and losing your stamina?" Porsche, the club owner, teased as soon as he saw his close friend return downstairs much earlier than usual.

 

"Give it a rest, Porsche. You're not exactly young yourself," Kanthi replied, dropping into the seat beside him at the bar counter.

 

"Yeah, and you're not exactly young either. So, when are you going to stop sleeping around?" Porsche shot back, teasing the executive, who didn't bother to argue further. Giving up that lifestyle would be like asking him to stop breathing. Sex was one of the few things that helped him cope with the exhausting demands of his work life.

 

"I'm heading out. I won't be back for a few days," Kanthi said, downing the drink Porsche handed him in one go before getting up to leave. And true to his word, Kanthi spent the next few days focusing on work and resting, not giving the events of that night on the fifth floor another thought. Until...We meet again...

 

Several days had passed since that night on the fifth floor, and the two of them crossed paths again at the same club. Their eyes met, but no words were exchanged. Kanthi had been invited by his friends to sit and drink in the usual corner of the sofa, while the boy seemed to be led by someone to a more secluded spot. Kanthi found himself glancing in that direction briefly before his friends called his attention back, forcing him to look away to avoid suspicion.

 

"So, you're really not using my VIP room tonight?"

 

"No," Kanthi replied curtly, raising a glass of expensive liquor to his lips.

 

"Unbelievable. Since that night on the fifth floor, you've barely been to my club. Did you find something better that I don't know about?"

 

Better? Meeting an innocent boy who doesn't even know how to kiss-is that what you'd call better?' Kanthi thought to himself, saying nothing aloud.

 

"Or are you hooking up somewhere now?"

"I'm not hooking up with anyone, and I haven't been with anyone for a while now, okay?"

 

"Hah, that's even harder to believe."

 

"That's your problem."

 

"Fine, I'm done talking about your bedroom activity. Let's talk about cars. I've got a senior who's looking to buy one."

 

"Set up a day and bring them to the showroom."

 

"By the way, are there any interesting models right now? The rarer, the better."

 

"..."

"Kan, are you even listening to me?"

 

"I'll be back."

 

"Hey! Where are you going? I'm trying to land you a big client here!" Porsche shouted after him as his friend walked off in a hurry.

 

Meanwhile, Gear, a young man known for his striking looks, stood out with his fair skin, light brown hair, and matching sparkling eyes. It wasn't surprising that coming to this place alone often drew attention from many who wanted to get to know him. Living life on the edge, seeking a no-strings-attached night with someone, wasn't a challenging goal for Gear if he could just muster the courage to go through with it.

 

"Why don't we find somewhere quieter to talk, Gear?"

 

"Sure," Gear finally agreed to someone he'd just met a few hours ago. Tonight was another night where Gear used alcohol to fuel his reckless courage. It led him to meet a man whose name and approximate age were all he knew. The young man willingly followed Kanthi to a secluded corner of the club.

 

"Uh, this isn't the fifth floor?"

 

"I don't have a VIP card, unfortunately. Only the high-rollers get those. Does that bother you? If so, we could go to my condo instead."

 

"No, it's fine. We... we can talk here," Gear replied softly. At least this spot was quiet enough to get to know each other. If this man could earn Gear's trust and courage to the point of intimacy, they could always move to a more appropriate location.

 

"Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly intriguing, Gear?"

 

"Most people just say I'm bland."

 

"Bland? Then I guess I'll have to taste you for myself."

 

Gear's back was pressed against the raw concrete wall as the other man leaned in for a hurried kiss. The sensation Gear felt wasn't the slightest bit thrilling. It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but it was clear that it wasn't pleasant. The young man tried to adjust, tilting his head to find a better angle, moving his lips to return the kiss, but everything felt awkward. Despite the other man's experience, he couldn't seem to guide someone as inexperienced as Gear.

 

"Is something wrong, Gear? Don't you want me to kiss you?" the man asked, pulling back. Though frustrated by the lack of chemistry, he kept his tone calm.

 

"Well, I..."

 

"Excuse me, I need to talk to this young man. I hope you don't mind," a voice interrupted.

 

"You?!" Gear's eyes widened as he recognised Kanthi, who'd appeared out of nowhere. Before he knew it, his wrist was being grabbed, and he was being led away from the corner. Gear didn't resist the touch, silently following the taller man out of the club until they were outside.

 

"Thank you for getting me out of there," Gear said once his wrist was released, and the man turned to face him. Kanthi didn't care who Gear kissed or slept with, but seeing the boy standing stiffly, seemingly unwilling yet allowing himself to be kissed, had compelled him to intervene.

 

"If you don't like it, just say no. Why let someone kiss you like that?"

 

"You wouldn't understand."

 

"Exactly. That's why I'd like to get you out of there."

 

“..."

'A kiss should happen because both people want it, not because you're willing but standing there like you're being forced."

 

"I wasn't being forced."

 

"But the way you kissed back there was so awkward it was painful to watch."

 

"That's why I'm trying to learn."

 

"By finding someone to teach you?" Kanthi raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 

"...Yes," Gear admitted, avoiding eye contact and lowering his head. Kanthi let out a short sigh. He'd lived long enough, met countless people, and been involved with many, yet his life experience didn't help him understand what this boy was trying to achieve.

 

"Was that guy's kiss not good? Why did you seem so unhappy?"

 

"He was fine, but... I don't know. It wasn't like when I kissed you. Uh, I mean..." Gear accidentally let slip what sounded like a compliment. Though he tried to backtrack, it was too late.

 

"I'm a good kisser?" Kanthi repeated with a smirk.

 

"..Yes," Gear finally admitted, realising there was no point in denying it. The kiss from this man was entirely different from the one he'd just experienced.

 

"I'm Kanthi. And you are?" Kanthi asked, his tone shifting to an introductory one.

 

"Gear. My name is Gear," the younger man replied, looking up at the taller man with his light brown eyes. Kanthi nodded, stepping closer until their feet nearly touched. One hand rested lightly on Gear's hip, while the other moved to cup his soft cheek gently. His thumb brushed over Gear's lips, as if erasing the previous man's touch.

 

"Forget the kisses from anyone else. Just remember mine."

 

Every word and movement from Kanthi captivated Gear, leaving him nervous and excited. That fluttering feeling returned, something no one else had been able to give him. Even just being under Kanthis's intense, charming gaze was enough to make his heart race. Their eyes locked before Kanthi's gaze dropped to Gear's lips, signalling his intent. Moments later, Gear saw nothing as Kanthi leaned in.

 

"Mmph," Gear murmured softly, closing his eyes as the warm, firm lips pressed against his. Kanthi's skilful kiss quickly melted Gear's body. The height difference forced Gear to tilt his head back to meet the kiss, but Kanthi didn't let it become an obstacle. He leaned down to find the perfect angle, one hand supporting Gear's back as he deepened the kiss, ensuring it'd be one the young man would never forget.

 

Kanthi moved his lips in sync with the moment, the kiss transitioning from slow and tender to something deeper and more consuming. He nibbled and pressed against Gear's soft lips as if he intended to devour him entirely. Overwhelmed by the intensity, Gear clutched the hem of Kanthi's shirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric in his grip. Gear no longer had the presence of mind to recall any techniques. His body and emotions were entirely under Kanthi's control.

 

"Ah," Gear gasped softly as their lips parted. The inexperienced young man panted for air, having forgotten to breathe during the kiss. Though Kanthi hadn't been overly aggressive, the kiss left Gear breathless, his body weak and trembling from the overwhelming sensations.

"Kanthi," Gear's voice came out in a hushed, breathy tone, his wide eyes glistening with emotion. Even though the kiss had nearly stolen his breath away, he couldn't deny that it was the best kiss he'd ever experienced. It was gentle and tender, yet deeply passionate, leaving his body completely unguarded. Kanthi's kiss made Gear reluctant to let go, even for a moment.

 

"Did you like it?" The man's voice was smooth and captivating, his gaze alluring and dangerous. Everything about him exuded an effortless charm that needed no embellishment.

 

"...Yes," Gear admitted softly, lowering his head slightly as he answered. Even though their lips were no longer touching, the lingering sensation refused to fade.

 

"What you asked for before..." Kanthi murmured, his fingertip gently lifting Gear's chin so their eyes could meet. His voice carried a mesmerising quality as he posed his question.

 

"Do you still want me to teach you?"