Alex

His hands on my neck and shoulders were epic. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted him to touch me and then all I wanted him to do was touch me. I asked him who wouldn’t want to have sex with him. He sat staring out at the sky, “I don’t exactly have people pounding on my door.”

I laughed. “That’s because you’ve always been taken.” I turned around and our knees were pressed against each other, his hands fell to my ankles. I hoped he still wanted to touch me. I put my hands on top of his. “Everyone would be if they thought you were available. You think all those cheerleaders in the gym were there because they wanted to help?”

“Most of them didn’t.” he admitted.

“Trust me, every girl is into you. And any guy who even remotely likes guys is into you.”

“But you aren’t.”

I rolled my eyes. “I just told you I was. I’m here aren’t I? Sitting on your roof top talking to you, making innuendos that you completely ignore.” I turned to my side and laid down across his blanket. I snatched his pillow from behind him and pressed it to my face to take a big whiff of it before tucking it back behind my head to look up at him.

“I’m not completely ignoring them.” He said. “I heard them. I’m not sure how you want we to react to them.”

I laughed, he was too cute, too naive and probably too shy, but I was going to say it anyway, “I told you I was here to get you off and you completely let it go.”

His gazed dropped but I could tell he was seeing the small slip of skin that was visible in the darkness where my shirt had ridden up. It hadn’t been planned, but I was glad I’d done it now. I watched him as I moved my hands from behind my head to lift my shirt up higher. His eyes didn’t move, but he bit his bottom lip so I knew he was watching. I let my right hand slide down further until it cupped my cock. His breath hitched, and his virginity popped into my head. It would be so easy to take advantage of him. He was so hungry to touch and have sex like any teenage boy, he probably would let me take him now.

We’d work up to that, I thought to myself as I took his hand and replaced my own with his. I squeezed his hand and in turn he squeezed me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as his fingers took their own directions. He hesitated and I looked at him, his eyes down cast, those long lashes spread out across his cheeks. He was gnawing on his bottom lip. I sat up and his hand stopped moving and I put two fingers underneath his chin and made him look up at me. His lips were red and raw and I leaned in to capture them with my own. He moaned and leaned back pressing his fingers to his lips and staring at me like I was some sort of alien.

“First kiss?”

He shook his head. “No. I got a beat down for my first kiss.” He smiled, “This was nothing like my first kiss. I should go. To bed. I mean.” He said but he didn’t move. He looked at me with fear and lust and I knew it was those two things. He didn’t want to go but he was afraid that if he didn’t he’d end up doing whatever I wanted. And he was probably right. But I didn’t want him to go to bed frustrated.

“I didn’t come here to tease you.” I sighed, “Well maybe I did. But not about what made you hang up on me. The fact that you are talking to me is pretty epic. I mean…”

He put a finger to my lips and I stopped talking and he leaned forward and kissed me. And before you know it I found myself on top of him, his back pressed into the rocky shingles and my fingers in his hair. My cock pressed against his and he moaned. Fuck I loved that sound so I shifted against him grinding our cocks together through my jeans and his pajamas. I slid to the side and he whined and tried to pull me on top of him, but my hand across his hard cut stomach stilled him and he pressed his body up into my hand. I slid my fingers underneath the elastic bad and found nothing else hindering my way as I pushed inside to grab his cock.

He was already leaking and soon his body was tense underneath me. He let out a groan and it was the only warning I had before his orgasm let loose and I felt the hot cum all over my hand. I continued to stroke until he was whining again, but he never asked me to stop. His head tilted back and I sucked a spot on his neck. He tasted so good.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he reached down and started grabbing at my buttons. I grabbed his hand and pushed it up over his head. He looked at me with wide fear-filled eyes. “First one is free.” I joked but he looked even more afraid. “Next time.” I said.

“Will there be a next time?” he asked.

I leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, his lips parted and my tongue claimed him, just like I’d taught him, I would do it again and again if it would mean he’d kiss me like that again. “Absolutely.” I pulled away from him and smiled. “I’ll make you a promise, if no one, including you touches this.” I waved my hand over his whole body, “any of it, except for those much needed ablutions, then yes, there will absolutely be a next time.”

He laughed, “You don’t want me masturbating?”

I nodded, “Can you do that? No one touching you in anyway that is sexual or about gratification.”

“I guess that’s not hard, but how long you going to keep me hanging?”

I stood up with a smirk and then leaned down to whisper in his ear, “As long as I want.”

I stood back up and my cock was at eye level and I knew he was looking at the bulge in my pants. He nodded and looked up at me, god I loved that look from him, full of hope and lust and what he wanted. “Okay.”

I nodded towards the window, “Go back inside and I’ll go home.” I stood there and waited until he moved.

“Oh you mean now.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I want to make sure you are safe before I leave.”

He didn’t hesitate to pick up his things and shake out the gravel and leaves before stepping back inside. He didn’t close his window, I didn’t like that but he did slip into his blankets before I gave him a wave which he returned and I climbed back down the tree and walked home with a fucking hard on the size of Texas impeding my way.

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. In layman's terms I'm a magic wielding monster hunter born to my human mother and my Venatori father.

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