Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 5: Teach Me.

 

Kanthi's question, which Gear answered without hesitation, might've been because Kanthi was the only person who made the young man feel at ease when close—the only one who could send shivers down his body with just a glance. The only one who could turn an ordinary kiss into something that felt like his soul was being drawn out, yet still left him feeling a warmth deep inside, even if it was tinged with cunning and tricks that someone as inexperienced as Gear couldn't quite grasp.

 

Kanthi was the person Gear needed to learn from to live a more colourful life. The luxury black Porsche 981 Boxster wasn't outrageously expensive, especially compared to the custom license plate it bore, and it was modest compared to the business empire the man in his thirties owned. Kanthi didn't choose cars to flaunt wealth; he picked them based on personal preference. After all, as the owner of a luxury car showroom, he could have any car he wanted, just like how he chose his companion for tonight.

 

It could be said with certainty that someone inexperienced in matters of intimacy, and much younger than him, was never on Kanthi's radar. He'd even firmly stated before that he didn't want to waste time teaching anyone about such things. But this time, Kanthi found himself swallowing his own words. The young man, so naive and sometimes stubborn, who melted under a kiss as if he couldn't stand, had an undeniable allure. There was something new and intriguing about him that Kanthi couldn't help but find entertaining.

 

"Where are you taking me?" Gear asked.

 

"My condo," Kanthi replied, glancing at the younger man's face before focusing back on the road. He pressed the accelerator, eager to reach their destination faster.

 

The condo was in a prime location in the heart of the city, known for its luxury and exclusivity. Gear's eyes wandered around the spacious high-floor unit, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed panoramic view. The room was fully equipped with modern amenities and decorated mostly in dark tones. One corner was dedicated to luxury car models, a detail that spoke volumes about the owner's personality.

 

"Do you like cars, Kanthi? Why do you have so many models?" Gear asked excitedly, his alluring eyes sparkling with curiosity.

 

"I like collecting them. They're beautiful," Kanthi said, stepping beside him and gazing at the glass display case that had caught Gear's attention. Gear was about to believe that answer, thinking Kanthi was just another collector, until he noticed a business card nearby.

 

"You like them because you own a showroom, don't you?"

 

"It's just a family business," Kanthi replied with a raised eyebrow. He didn't like talking much about his business, as he wasn't one to boast about his polished profile.

"..."

"I didn't bring you here for a tour," Kanthi said with a smile, cutting off Gear's wandering attention.

 

"I'm just looking," Gear mumbled, but Kanthi caught both the words and the expression clearly.

 

"I'm not upset. I just don't want you to waste your time," Kanthi said calmly, placing a hand on Gear's shoulder to explain.

 

He'd briefly entertained the thought that Gear might be the type to live a disciplined life, going to bed by 9 PM every night. That was why Kanthi didn't want to take up too much of his time. On the surface, Gear's appearance, clothing, and accessories, such as his watch, were from well-known brands. He seemed like a rich kid who'd been pampered and raised with care.

 

"Do you want to shower first?" Kanthi asked, shifting the conversation away from his earlier thoughts.

 

"But I don't have any clothes," Gear replied

 

"Do you think you need them?" Kanthi's charming gaze locked onto Gear's clean-shaven face, making the younger man unable to hold his stare. It was Kanthi's every move and every word that carried an irresistible charm. Just the thought of being close to someone like him sent a rush of excitement through Gear's body, as if Kanthi was teasing him. Gear stood frozen, imagining what state he'd be in after showering.

 

"I'm just kidding. I'll leave some clothes for you in the bathroom. Shower whenever you're ready," Kanthi said with a smirk, clearly pleased with how he'd teased Gear into furrowing his brows in thought. Gear placed a hand over his chest, feeling his heart race as he watched the man walk away. The excitement and the way Kanthi looked at him made his heart pound uncontrollably. He had to admit that in his 22 years of life, Kanthi was the most dangerously charming person he'd ever met.

 

Gear emerged from the bathroom wearing an oversized white shirt that belonged to Kanthi. It was long enough to cover his hips, and he took short steps, tugging at the hem to avoid feeling too exposed. Meanwhile, Kanthi didn't seem to care at all about what was or wasn't covering his own muscular body.

 

Kanthi wore only a clean white bathrobe, its loose tie at the waist looking like it could come undone with the slightest breeze. His broad chest was barely concealed, making it hard for Gear, who'd just stepped out of the bathroom, to decide where to direct his gaze.

 

"Gear, come sit here."

 

"..." Gear hesitated but walked toward him. Kanthi was seated on a long, plush sofa by the room's glass wall.

 

"On my lap."

 

"Huh?"

 

"Didn't you say you wanted me to teach you? Teach through practice, not theory, where you can just sit and listen."

 

"Sit astride," Kanthi suggested, extending one hand to grab the arm of the awkward young man at that moment.

 

The slender arms slowly wrapped around Kanthi's neck before the boy lowered himself to sit as instructed. Kanthi leaned his back against the sofa's backrest in a relaxed manner, then used both arms to encircle the waist of the person in front of him.

 

Kanthi's strong, broad frame made it easy for Gear to sit comfortably, as if on a chair. But this chair was warm, fragrant, and irresistibly captivating. It was the first time the two had been this close intentionally. The bright lights and the limited distance made it impossible for Gear to focus on anything other than Kanthi's strikingly handsome face. His mesmerising eyes, perfectly high-bridged nose as if sculpted by the divine, and inviting lips, paired with the faint stubble that had just been shaved, made Gear shiver at the thought of their touch.

 

"Do you really not have someone special?" Gear asked, breaking the silence. Despite his Playboy reputation, Kanthi had a strict rule: he'd never interfere in someone else's relationship, whether intentionally or not.

 

"I don't."

 

"How has no one claimed you yet?" Kanthi murmured to himself, lightly brushing his fingers against the boy's smooth face. In the dim light of the club, Gear had already seemed incredibly attractive. But now, under the bright lights, Kanthi couldn't help but ask again about his relationship status.

 

The young man's sharp features, smooth pale skin, and perfectly shaped lips complemented his high nose. But what captivated Kanthi the most were Gear's eyes. They were stunning and expressive, showing every emotion with utter endearment. Like now, they seemed to hold a mix of shyness and determination.

 

"And you, Kanthi? Do you have someone?"

 

"No, I don't have anyone."

 

"Hard to believe," Gear said honestly. Someone as perfect as Kanthi-his looks, his status, his undeniable charm-surely had people vying for his attention. It was hard to believe he hadn't fallen for anyone.

 

"Why's that?"

 

"Because of how you look and your status."

 

"You should believe me. That way, you'll feel confident that being close to me won't cause any problems."

 

"But you've been with so many people. Doesn't that-mmph." Gear's words were cut off as Kanthi leaned in and kissed him, catching him completely off guard.

 

"I just wanted you to stop arguing," Kanthi said nonchalantly. He wasn't sure why he kept using his cunning to toy with the younger man, who had no way of keeping up.

 

"Alright," Gear replied, pouting slightly but obediently agreeing, unaware of the mischievous glint in Kanthi's eyes.

 

"Kiss me."

"Huh?"

 

"You said you knew how. Show me again," Kanthi said, his dangerous gaze locking onto Gear's innocent yet hesitant eyes.

 

Gear bit his lip slightly, feeling nervous. Kanthi's deep voice, paired with his subtle smirk and piercing eyes, made it impossible for Gear to hide his unease. Gear swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he lifted his arms to wrap around Kanthi's neck. His eyes locked onto the lips that made his heart race before he leaned in to press his own against them. He tried to recall the sensations Kanthi had given him before, attempting to mimic them as best as he could.

 

He moved his lips, gently sucking and nibbling, tilting his head slightly to keep the kiss flowing. He bit softly on Kanthi's lower lip, repeating the actions he'd experienced, doing everything he thought was right. When he finally pulled back, he looked up at Kanthi, waiting for his evaluation.

 

"Hmm, better, but I wouldn't quite call that a kiss," Kanthi said honestly. Gear, who'd been waiting intently, couldn't help but pout slightly in disappointment.

 

"Don't overthink it. Don't plan out steps in your head," Kanthi advised.

 

"Use your feelings, not theory. Then you'll naturally find the rhythm," he added, lightly brushing his fingertip against Gear's soft lips, making the younger man momentarily lose himself in the touch.

 

"I'll try again," Gear said determinedly.

 

"..." Kanthi gave a faint smile, his eyes challenging as he waited for the next move.

The older man, who'd been sitting still, now wrapped his arms around Gear's waist. Gear began with a gentle kiss, gradually increasing the intensity as he let his emotions guide him, trying not to think about what should come first or next, just as Kanthi had suggested.

 

At first, there were a few awkward moments, but as Gear let go of his thoughts and followed his feelings, he improved. His soft lips pressed and nibbled with growing passion, and his arms around Kanthi's neck tightened instinctively with his rising emotions.

 

The soft, pliant sensation of their lips pressing together began to satisfy Kanthi. He couldn't resist responding to the kiss from his eager student, even though he'd intended to stay passive and let Gear learn on his own.

 

Kanthi's hands, which had been resting on Gear's waist, slid down to his shapely hips, squeezing and kneading in rhythm with their deepening kiss. He started to take control little by little, though he still allowed Gear to lead at times, savouring the sweetness of the younger man's efforts.

 

"Umm." A low hum of approval rumbled in Gear's throat, signalling that the boy was entirely giving in to the intoxicating emotions. No longer guided by thought, everything was now driven by feeling-and by Kanthi, who was firmly in control of the situation.

 

"Try using your tongue," Kanthi suggested, pulling back slightly to guide the younger man. Gear nodded obediently before leaning in to kiss him again, waiting for Kanthi to take the next step.

 

Kanthi shifted the kiss from tender to heated, pressing his lips firmly against Gear's soft ones. He nibbled, sucked, and teased until Gear's lips parted, allowing Kanth's tongue to slip inside with practised ease.

 

The moment Kanthi's warm tongue entered his mouth, Gear shuddered, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through his body. The inexperienced young man had never felt anything like this before and hadn't expected his first time to feel as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering in his stomach.

 

Gear's arms, which had been looped around Kanthi's neck, began to move, his fingers threading through Kanthi's soft hair. Occasionally, he tugged a little too hard in his excitement, but Kanthi didn't mind at all. In fact, he found it endearing that Gear was responding so openly to the heated kiss, even if there were moments of clumsiness.

 

"Mm, Kanthi," Gear moaned softly against Kanthi's lips, unable to find another way to express the overwhelming pleasure. His voice was husky, calling out the name of the man who was giving him this intoxicating experience.

 

The two exchanged kisses with an intensity that bordered on reckless. Despite his inexperience, Gear picked things up quickly under Kanthi's guidance. 

 

There were moments when he struggled to catch his breath, as Kanthi's relentless kisses left little room for pause. But no matter how inexperienced Gear was, Kanthi found himself wanting more, unable to resist the allure of the younger man. One of Kanthi's hands squeezed Gear's hip while the other slipped under the oversized shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his back and leaving faint red marks in its wake.

 

The once-naive young man seemed to grow bolder by the second, rising to meet the challenge of Kanthi's fiery kisses and teasing tongue. His body responded instinctively to every touch, grinding slightly against Kanthi's lap and arching his back to deepen their kiss. Kanthi's strong hands supported him throughout, ensuring he didn't falter.

 

"Ah," the sound of lips parting accompanied by a soft, reluctant noise from the throat. Kanthi gently moved his palm to rest against Gear's cheek, his touch tender. He gazed at the other person after just concluding the lesson.

 

Even though the kiss had ended, Gear still seemed lost in the lingering sensations. The man's gaze, still smouldering with passion but tempered with a hint of warmth, left him feeling unsteady. The dangerous mix of tenderness and intensity made it hard for the inexperienced man to hold his ground. His wide eyes darted away, choosing to focus on anything but Kanthi's captivating face.

 

"Look at me."

 

".." Gear hesitated but eventually lifted his gaze, his eyes pleading as they met Kanthi's. His face remained cradled in Kanthi's hand, unsure which was warmer-the man's touch or his own flushed skin.

 

"You did well," Kanthi said, his thumb brushing lightly against Gear's smooth cheek. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he noticed the slight swelling of Gear's soft lips, evidence of their earlier actions.

 

"Did ...I do okay?" Gear asked hesitantly.

 

"Almost. You still have a lot to learn."

 

"When will I be good at it?" Gear muttered to himself, his brows furrowing in frustration. Kanthi couldn't help but wonder why this shy young man was so eager and daring, despite his naturally reserved demeanour.

 

"Why are you so determined to get good at this?"

 

"I have my reasons. It's not like I want to sleep around with just anyone, as you might think."

 

"I hope whatever you're aiming for won't end up making you regret it," Kanthi said, his tone polite as he refrained from pressing for answers, even though his curiosity was piqued.

 

"..."

"You can stay here tonight. I'll have a car take you to the university tomorrow. I've already taken care of your clothes."

 

"Are we stopping here for today?" Kanthi's word just a moment ago didn't catch Gear's slightest attention. Instead, Gear was far more interested in learning things outside the textbook.

 

"Looking at the time, I don't think we have enough of it," Kanthi replied, glancing at the clock on the wall.

 

"So, are you planning to keep going until morning?"

 

"Heh, who stops something fun after just a little while?" Kanthi teased, playfully pinching the tip of Gear's nose.

 

"Save your energy for class tomorrow. You look tired already," Kanthi said, his tone softening.

 

"..."

"Or do you want me to teach you everything tonight? If so, maybe you should skip class tomorrow."

 

"I can't skip class. I was just curious," Gear replied, his voice trailing off as he hesitated to say more. His face turned red, and he bit his lip slightly, avoiding Kanthi's gaze.

 

"Curious about what?"

"Well, you..." Gear's voice faltered, his embarrassment making it hard to continue. His face grew even redder as he lowered his head.

 

"What about me?" Kanthi asked knowingly. He enjoyed seeing Gear's shy reactions and pressed him further, even though he already had an idea of what the younger wanted to say.

 

"You know what I mean. Why make me say it?" Gear mumbled, his head still bowed. His pleading eyes held a hint of defiance, but his adorable demeanour was far from intimidating.

 

"Heh," Kanthi chuckled, unable to suppress a smile.

".."

 

"Are you asking if I'm hard?" Kanthi asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. Gear had known all along about Kanth's arousal. The hard shaft barely concealed by expensive underwear and a loosely tied bathrobe had been pressing against him the entire time. Even someone as inexperienced as him couldn't miss it.

 

"You've been grinding against me this whole time. If I weren't hard, that'd be startling."