Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 6: Take It Easy.

 

The luxurious condo belonging to Kanthi, which Gear was visiting for the second time, remained just as it was before. The only addition was the neatly folded outfit placed at the foot of the bed, prepared specifically for the young man to wear that night. 

 

Though it was the same outfit as before, it was the best choice, one that Kanthi deemed most provocative. The pristine white fabric complemented Gear's fair skin, and the slightly oversized fit allowed it to slip off his shoulders, revealing just enough skin to invite lingering gazes.

 

Kanthi, too, was unchanged. He wore only a white robe with nothing underneath, his faintly fragrant scent inviting anyone close enough to breathe it in. His jet-black hair, unstyled and casually falling over his forehead, gave him a natural yet strikingly attractive look, no less captivating than his polished appearance at work.

 

"Do you want something to drink?" Gear asked, his face showing a thoughtful, almost pleading expression as he walked over and sank into the same soft sofa beside Kanthi.

 

"But it seems like you've already had quite a bit, Kanthi. Are you sure you're okay?"

 

"That doesn't affect me," Kanthi replied nonchalantly.

 

"You're really good at drinking. Teach me, please? Sometimes just a few glasses make me dizzy," Gear said, placing his small hand on Kanthi's thigh as if to emphasise his request, his eyes silently pleading.

 

Gear was naturally endearing. His innocent eyes and unguarded demeanour made him captivating to watch. Without even realising it, his unpolished charm gave him an almost constant air of sweetness.

 

"Sure," Kanthi agreed.

 

"Where is it? I'll get it," Gear said, his smile lighting up with excitement. The shy young boy from that day began to feel more like himself when he was near Kanthi. 

 

Everything he expressed made Kanthi realise that this boy was completely unpretentious. This natural quality was truly captivating, except that someone else might see it as dullness. That man is missing out on something truly special.

 

"Have you never done anything like this before?" Kanthi asked, watching as Gear prepared the drinks.

"What do you mean?"

 

"Drinking, clubbing, or even staying over at someone else's place like this."

 

"I’ve had drinks when friends invited me, but I've never gone drinking alone. And I don't drink often, so I'm not very good at it."

 

"So, everything you're doing now is it because of him?"

 

"...Yes," Gear replied softly, his bright eyes dimming slightly. He set the glass he'd poured down on the table and, without thinking, sat back on the floor, his knees tucked under him.

 

"We used to get along so well. I lived my life, and he lived his, without either of us needing to change. But then, out of nowhere, he told me I was boring, plain, and started seeing someone new, someone opposite to me. I guess that's what he likes," Gear said, resting his face on his arm, which was propped on the table. His gaze lingered on the amber liquid in the glass as he absentmindedly swirled the ice with his finger, avoiding Kanthi's eyes.

 

"And what about sex?"

 

"I never had sex with him. He asked, but I never gave in. Maybe that's another reason."

 

"..."

 

"No, actually, it's probably the main reason," he added, his voice tinged with regret.

 

"So, going to clubs, learning to drink, and practising how to kiss-is it all because you want to be the kind of person he wants?" Kanthi leaned forward, clasping his hands together on his lap as he asked the question with intent.

 

"....Yes. I just want him to regret losing me."

 

"Do you want him to regret it, or do you want him to come back?" Kanthi asked, his experienced eyes locking onto Gear's light brown ones, which now avoided his gaze.

 

The room fell silent. Gear was confused, unsure of what he truly wanted. His first love had hurt him deeply, yet he still loved that person just as much. Having never experienced heartbreak before, the young man felt lost and unsure of how to move forward. Kanthi realised he was making the atmosphere heavy. Seeing the conflicted look in Gear's eyes, he decided to change the subject immediately.

 

"Do you know when alcohol tastes the sweetest and goes down the easiest?"

 

"Huh?" Gear straightened up, his curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in topic. Kanthi didn't answer directly. Instead, he picked up the glass Gear had poured, downing it in one go. The amber liquid spilt slightly, trailing down his lips and over his bare chest, as if intentionally. Kanthi gently pulled Gear up from the floor, guiding him to straddle his lap. Instinctively, Gear's slender arms wrapped around Kanthi's neck.

 

"You mean from your mouth, Kanthi?" Gear asked, catching on quickly.

 

"Smart boy," Kanthi said with a satisfied smile, his hand trailing from Gear's chin down to his chest, stopping at the first button of the oversized shirt. With a light touch, he unfastened it effortlessly, as if by magic.

 

"..."

"Taste it, drink it, or suck it... Do whatever you want," Kanthi said, his voice low and inviting.

 

The once-innocent boy, now eager to learn, leaned in and pressed his lips to the same spot, kissing deeply. The warmth of the kiss conveyed how much Gear had improved, showing Kanthi just how far he'd come. Their shared touches grew more intense. Kanthi parted his lips, allowing Gear to taste the sweetest alcohol, while he savoured the most intoxicating kiss in return.

 

Kanthi held back, letting Gear take control of the kiss. Though he wanted to dominate, to kiss him fiercely and passionately, he restrained himself. He wanted to give the boy on his lap time to adjust, to learn, and to master the art of kissing as he'd initially intended.

 

"Ah... it really is sweet," Gear murmured breathlessly as he pulled away, his lips flushed red and slightly swollen.

 

"If you're good at kissing now, then learn to drink better," Kanthi said, not just with words but with action. 

 

He reached for the glass, holding it to Gear's lips while the boy remained seated on his lap. Gear didn't have to lift a finger as Kanthi guided the alcohol into his mouth. Gear's round eyes squeezed shut as the strong liquor burned its way down his throat.

"Ah, it's so strong," Gear complained, his face scrunching up as he coughed slightly, making Kanthi chuckle.

 

Kanthi's captivating gaze never left Gear as he watched him lick the spilt alcohol from his lips slowly. The liquid had also dripped onto Gear's chest, dampening his white shirt slightly-just as Kanthi had intended. Once Gear had mastered the lesson, Kanthi decided it was his turn to taste the sweetness.

 

"Mmm," Kanthi captured Gear's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, leaving no room for breath. His tongue explored, savouring the sweetness he'd just shared, while his teeth gently nipped at Gear's lower lip. His free hand skillfully unbuttoned the rest of Gear's oversized shirt with ease.

 

Pulling back slightly, Kanthi's eyes roamed over Gear's smooth, pale chest, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He placed a hand on Gear's back, arching him forward so he could press his lips to the exposed skin, savouring its sweetness.

 

"Ah... Kanthi," Gear gasped, his voice trembling as the man's lips trailed from his chin down to his chest, tasting the lingering bitterness of the alcohol. Kanthi's mouth found its way to a sensitive spot, his tongue teasing until Gear's body shivered in response. Gear's hands clutched at Kanthi's broad back, gripping the thick robe tightly, leaving faint red marks.

 

"Do you like this?" Kanthi asked, his voice low and rough.

 

"Y-yes,"

 

After a satisfying answer, Kanthi continued licking and sucking with even more passion, leaving red marks on Gear's skin. His free hand teased Gear's other chest, making him shiver with excitement. Gear's untouched body twisted on Kanthi's lap, soft moans escaping him. The oversized shirt barely clung to his shoulders, while Kanthi's robe had fallen open, revealing his well-built chest and abs. Being touched for the first time by someone as perfect and charming as Kanthi made Gear's body burn with excitement, almost too much to handle.

 

"Ah," Gear gasped, running his hand through his soft brown hair and tilting his head back as he tried to catch his breath. Their eyes met in silence. Gear placed his hands on Kanthi's chest, while Kanthi's hands gripped Gear's waist, holding him tight and imagining all the things he wanted to do right now.

 

"You're such a.." Kanthi started to say.

"A what?" Gear asked.

 

Kanthi swallowed, holding back the crude words he wanted to say. He didn't want to admit out loud how this inexperienced boy turned him on so much that his body was already reacting. He was always calm and composed in his business persona, but once he shed that image, he became much more raw and passionate. His sex was always intense and fiery, especially the roughness he'd just imagined a moment ago.

 

Gear didn't push for an explanation, as he already had a sense of what the unfinished words meant. The sensation beneath him, where he was seated, coupled with the unconscious sway of his hips driven by lust, made it no surprise that Kanthi's sharp gaze was filled with unyielding desire.

 

"You realise, the more you grind, the harder it gets," Kanthi said directly, his words aimed at the young man who was beginning to question just how innocent he truly was.

 

"Well, you're the one making me feel this way."

 

"And you're making me feel the same," Kanthi replied, taking Gear's small hand and placing it against his firm stomach. Gradually, he guided it lower until it brushed against the solid heat beneath the fabric.

 

"Feel it right here," Kanthi said softly, his voice deliberate as he gazed up at Gear, whose face was now tilted downward, trying to hide his embarrassment. Beyond his words, Kanthi pressed Gear's gentle hand against the rigid length straining beneath his clothing, causing the younger man to flinch slightly in surprise.

 

"W-what do you want me to do?" Gear stammered, his voice barely audible.

 

"Do you know how to use your mouth?" Kanthi asked, his tone heavy with intent.