Chapter Three: Lips and First Tastes
Alok closed the gap, pressing his lips to Aksh's in a soft crash that stole the air from the room. Aksh had dreamed of this—watched endless kisses in porn and movies, wondering how it felt. Now, Alok claimed his first, sucking on his lower lip like it held hidden honey, drawing out every sweet shiver.
The kiss sent a wave through Aksh, from mouth to toes, lighting him up with fresh heat and nerves. His heart revved like a speeding car, hands clutching Alok's firm pecs, fingers digging in for balance, like they were his lifeline in the storm.
Alok kept going, lips moving with skill, and Aksh caught on quick—mimicking what he'd seen in steamy scenes, matching Alok's rhythm. Who knew kissing could be this tricky? Alok was a master, guiding without words.
Peeking through half-closed eyes, Alok took in Aksh's flushed face, lashes fluttering shut. His hand trailed from Aksh's neck down his spine, settling at the jeans' waistband. Loose from behind, he tried slipping in, but the denim hugged too tight. Instead, he cupped Aksh's butt, kneading the cheeks, fingers tracing the seam through fabric, making sparks dance across Aksh's skin.
After a full minute of that teasing grip, Alok pulled back, lips red and slick, tongue retreating. "Strip the jeans and briefs," he said, voice husky. "I want you bare."
Aksh paused, cheeks burning—he'd never been naked with anyone. But he'd come this far; no turning back. Fingers fumbling, he unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid the jeans off, kicking them aside.
Alok matched him, yanking down his sweatpants and briefs in one swift move. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and pulsing, begging for attention. Aksh stared, mix of thrill and dread—Alok's groin groomed neat, pubes trimmed, the whole view like a tempting landscape. But the size? It promised pain later, echoes of worry in Aksh's mind.
To stall, he murmured, "Can the briefs wait?" Alok didn't answer with words; he scooted closer, grin sly. "Sure—if you make me cum with that pretty mouth. Then strip whenever."
Aksh liked the deal, but gulped at the challenge. Still, blowing a guy was his fantasy. He leaned down, wrapping fingers around Alok's thick shaft. It felt massive, warm, sending a weird sweet rush through him. Heart hammering, he inched his open lips near, eyes squeezing shut as he extended his tongue, licking the tip where skin met foreskin.
He did it again, sampling different spots, curious if the flavor changed. Salty hints, a touch of sweet, and something else—hard to pin down, but addictive.
Alok burst out laughing, deep and warm, watching the careful exploration. "You never blown anyone before?"
Aksh's face was the picture of innocence, wide-eyed and adorable, the kind that could melt the toughest heart. Alok felt a pang, sorry for his laugh, so he softened it to a gentle smile, warmth spreading in his chest.
Aksh had soaked up every scene from porn and movies, but real touch? Only once—with a straight buddy in a daring game. They'd played, his hand stroking, bringing the guy to a messy finish. Tried again later, but couldn't hit that peak, and it faded into nothing after.
He glanced up at Alok, eyes pleading sorry, convinced his newbie sucks gave him away. But Alok shook his head. "Hey, for a first-timer? You're killing it. That tongue tease—not every guy can take it without losing control." Alok told him to not lose his confidence.
The praise lit Aksh up, confidence surging. Time to show off—he leaned in, lips parting wide, wrapping around Alok's hard shaft, taking it in with a hungry slide.
Alok had more words ready, but that wet, warm grip hit like bliss. "So, keep that... uff, huh, yeah. Just like that." Eyes fluttering shut, he rested a hand on Aksh's head, pressing soft, easing deeper without rush, mindful not to overwhelm.
Aksh took it in stride, sucking steady like a favorite treat, lost in the thrill. His own arousal built, precum leaking free, but he ignored it—too hooked on the thick pulse in his mouth.
Minutes ticked by, Alok's moans filling the air, until he paused it all, lifting Aksh's chin, drawing him up face-to-face, eyes locking deep.
A quick kiss, then Alok flipped him onto his belly, ass up toward the ceiling, his own hardness trapped against the sheets under his weight.
Alok slid to the bedside table, drawer whispering open. Aksh's gaze tracked every move, body prone as positioned, curiosity mixing with heat.
Out came a lube bottle and condom—academy rules clear: protection always, unless you're a steady couple with clean checks. Aksh blushed hard, realizing this was it, the fuck he'd craved.
Alok rolled on the condom, slicked his shaft with lube, then spread some over Aksh's hole, the cool gel shocking against warm fingers, sending tremors through him. Aksh knew from videos it might sting at first, not all pleasure right away, but damn, he wanted it bad, echoes of longing pulsing in his core.
