Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 7: Touch Me. 

 

Gear swallowed his dry throat, glancing up at the man who was staring at him as if demanding an answer right that second.

 

"I don't want to say I don't know how, but I've never tried before."

 

"Do you want to try, good boy?"

 

"Uh, yes, I do." 

 

Kanthi slipped a slender finger into the warm mouth, teasing the hot tongue that curled around it as if getting ready to swallow the hot length right now.

 

In his thirties, Kanthi had just realised that these imploring eyes were even more dangerous than the seductive looks he often encountered. Gear didn't need to wait for Kanthi to say anything. The young man slid his feet down to the floor, shifted himself lower, and slipped between Kanthi's legs. 

 

The way the man sat was already quite provocative; the robe barely covered his upper body, with only a belt at the waist that looked like it might come undone with a touch.

 

"You have such a nice body, Kanthi," Gear said, his round eyes sparkling with sincerity. 

 

The young man's warm palm traced from Kanth's chest down to his tense stomach, where the muscles stood out clearly, then stopped at the waist, the last thing hiding the hardest part of him, even though the pretty tip was already peeking out.

 

Kanthi smiled at him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sly grin, his eyes glinting with mischief, though Gear mightn't have noticed. Kanthi placed a gentle hand on Gear's head, slowly guiding his face down to where he wanted him. That's Kanthi's dangerous side...

 

Gear didn't resist the silent command; in fact, he'd been waiting for this moment with excitement, after imagining what the thing he'd been grinding against would really look like up close. It was beyond what he expected!

 

The moment the robe was opened, revealing the last hidden part of Kanthi's body, the manhood stood tall, ready to be touched. Gear swallowed again as he saw it up close, just a breath away. The hot shaft, standing proud and beautiful, was veined and made his heart race. And the size-it was even more than he'd imagined.

"Take it slow, learn at your own pace. I've got time for you until morning," Kanthi said in a deep, gentle voice, softly stroking Gear's hair before leaning back against the sofa. His sharp eyes narrowed a bit, watching every move Gear made.

 

"Aren't you going to teach me anything this time?"

 

"Don't make me teach you. You'll learn better on your own. Start by... just touching it."

 

Gear reached out and touched what was in front of him, just like Kanthi suggested. The heat from his palm spread quickly through his body, making his breath come out hot, like he had a fever.

 

"How does it feel?"

 

"It's... hard."

 

"Heh, you're the reason I'm like this, Gear."

 

The one who started it all could only smile in response. The hard length filled his palm, and he held it gently, still not used to it. He remembered what Kanthi had taught him back when they kissed-he didn't need any theories now.

 

He should just let his feelings guide him. If he was awkward or made mistakes, it didn't matter because Gear knew Kanthi wouldn't scold him or make him lose confidence. That's why Kanthi was the person Gear trusted most, letting himself learn and feel as much as possible.

 

His face moved closer, until there was no space left. His warm breath washed over the hard length, making Kanthi exhale and lick his dry lips. That clumsy move kept Kanthi's body on edge in a way he'd never felt before. Their first touch happened at the lips. Gear chose to press a soft kiss to the tip he was holding.

 

"Ah," Kanthi couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a low moan, tilting his head back and running a hand through his hair, trying to cool off even though the air conditioner in the room was already set low. The quick-thinking young man glanced up at the man on the sofa-his sharp face tense, jaw clenched, eyes hazy with pleasure. Gear could tell right away that what he just did must have pleased Kanthi. Without waiting, seeing that Kanthi liked it, Gear opened his mouth and started to take in the thick shaft bit by bit, moving his head slowly and swirling his tongue at the same time.

 

"Easy, good boy. Go slow, you'll choke," Kanthi's voice was smooth and gentle, seeing that Gear was a little too eager for his own good.

 

Gear had to admit-the size was a challenge. He couldn't take it all in, and he had no experience. But his heart was determined; he wanted to be good at this from the start and impress Kanthi the very first time they got this close.

 

"Just like that, you're doing great," Kanthi said patiently, not annoyed at all by Gear's inexperience. He knew he had to stay calm and not move too suddenly, or he'd scare the younger man. Since Gear wanted to learn, Kanthi would hold back and let Gear do as much as he wanted, even though deep down Kanthi wanted nothing more than to thrust into that soft mouth. Let him get good at it first...

 

"If I do this... do you like it?"

 

Oh, hell! He had to take back what he said about this kid being innocent! Gear's warm tongue licked the tip like it was sweet ice cream, sucking hard and then gently. Kanthi's abs tensed up, the young man between his legs showing no mercy. He might be inexperienced, but he learned fast, focusing on all the right spots until Kanthi almost wanted to flip him over right now. Kanthi didn't need to answer with words-his handsome face showed it all. 

 

The deep moans coming from his throat told Gear just how good it felt. Gear never thought someone's moans could make his own body tingle so much. Kanthi was charming in every move, especially right now.

 

Gear's eyes grew hazy with feeling, doing everything by instinct now, not thinking about steps or technique. Even though he was a bit awkward taking it in and adjusting his breathing, the scene was anything but annoying. In fact.... It was so tempting that Kanthi could barely hold back.

 

He placed his palm on Gear's cheek, guiding his movements in and out, then started to thrust gently, then faster, deeper, until Gear's lips were pressed all the way to the base. He held that position, soaking in the feeling, until Gear couldn't handle the size anymore, his teary eyes pleading up at Kanthi.

 

"Ugh.. ah..."

 

Kanthi smiled in satisfaction, gently pulling Gear's face away from his shaft, then wrapped his arms around Gear's waist and pulled him back onto his lap, pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

"Ah, Kanthi, you're teasing me."

 

"Heh, are you pouting?" Kanthi asked, his voice soft as he looked at Gear's expression from a moment ago. So cute, I really do want to tease him more.... That dangerous look from earlier went unanswered. Gear could only look away, but Kanthi tilted his chin back up, making him meet his gaze again.

 

"I know you like it too," Gear admitted, not denying what Kanthi already knew. Kanthi was old enough and experienced enough to read anyone's eyes, especially the innocent look of the boy sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, lips still a little wet from what he'd just done.

 

"Do you want to do more?"

 

"Do more?"

 

"No, that's not it."

 

".."

 

"Do you want to get more from me?"

 

"_Yes."

 

"Take your clothes off."

 

"Stand up, and take them off in front of me."