Chapter Eight

Lesson 1 (Part II)

Seb

"You're doing so well." The praise slipped from me as I took hold of him again, giving his dick a light squeeze. He shuddered, blunt fingernails scraping over the couch cushions, and lifted his head to peer down at me with desperate eyes.

"H-how much longer…?"

"Just a little while." I started stroking him faster. "See how long you can hold it back."

"B-but it—" He bit down on his lower lip, lashes fluttering. "It f-feels really good."

I hummed. "And the longer you can hold it back, the longer you get to feel it."

He nodded quickly, chin practically resting on his chest as he stared at my hand gliding over his cock. His brows pinched, a trembling moan leaving him. As his hips started to rock into my hand, I could tell that watching was making the need to come even more pressing, but he didn't seem able to look away.

"Sh-shit." He started to shake, chest heaving. "It's—I'm—"

"Hold it back."

He squirmed, gripping the couch cushions for dear life, bucking up frantically into my fist now. His cock grew painfully hard in my fingers, pre-cum flowing from him and over my knuckles.

"I c-can't," he wheezed, writhing against the couch as his legs shook wildly. "I'm—S-Seb… I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I—"

I released his cock at the last possible second and ringed the base of it with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly. His whole body arched off the couch, teeth clamping down hard on his lower lip as his hand suddenly shot out, his fingers curling around my wrist.

I was pretty sure I'd had a mini orgasm in my pants from hearing him say my name in that hoarse, pleasure-drenched voice, and as I stared down at his long fingers on my skin, my chest tightened unbearably. Aside from perhaps the odd playful shove or nudge at work, I was pretty sure this was the first time Larkin had ever touched me.

"Seb," he whined again, making me swallow back a rough groan. "I d-don't th-think I can do it anymore."

I stiffened. What did he mean? Did he mean this entire arrangement, or just the edging?

"Do what?" I asked sharply, not moving an inch.

He swallowed and gazed down at me bleary-eyed, his whole body trembling. "St-stop myself from coming. I'm about to c-come."

He stared down at my fingers ringing the base of his shaft. They were completely stationary, but his breaths started quickening anyway. His grip tightened on my wrist, fingers biting in as his hips strained up.

"F-fuck. I'm gonna come," he told me in a fragile, wobbly voice, even though I wasn't moving, so I released him completely and sat back to give him a few seconds.

"You're doing so good, Larkin," I said soothingly, and the praise made his brows scrunch up as his cock jerked in the air, like he was still on the very razor's edge of coming, even though I wasn't touching him.

I had to stop my chest from puffing up with pride.

"Why don't we try this?" I gently cupped his nuts again, making him whimper, and curled my fingers lightly around his stiff length to smooth my thumb over his frenulum in tiny, slick circles.

I didn't move my hands aside from that, concentrating solely on the nerve endings in that one particular spot. Larkin moaned, once again reaching out to grip my wrist as if to stop me from releasing him this time.

"Mmmm … " He slumped even lower on the couch, spreading his knees open as wide as possible and bouncing them frantically. He was shuddering non-stop now, ragged moans leaving him with every gasping breath. "Th-that's… that's…"

"Feel good?" I murmured, gaze glued to my thumb running slippery circles over the little fold of skin. His cock was flushed a deep blue, slick and shiny from lube and cum. The head was a deeper, angrier colour, and when I swiped my forefinger over the tip to gather the clear fluid beading there, he whimpered and nodded desperately.

"Y-yes." His voice was breathless and unsteady. In the next instant, he tensed up and started to shake. "Fuckfuckfuck, I'm coming—"

A hard jet of cum streamed from his cock before I could release him, so I kept stroking his frenulum and gently squeezed his balls to get him through the orgasm.

" Uhhh !" Larkin shuddered hard, hips twitching as he came all over his stomach just from my thumb against that little vee on the underside of his cockhead.

Soon he was jerking with overstimulation, his quaking knees pressing into my sides as his legs tried to close. Resisting the overwhelming desire to lean down and lap up the cum clinging to the head of his cock, I let go of his length but kept my palm against his sac, stroking my thumb over it soothingly.

His dry throat clicked with a swallow as he sagged back into the couch, gasping for breath. I tugged the tails of my shirt out of my slacks and wiped my hands on them, sitting back on my heels to give him some space when all I wanted to do was run my hands up his trembling thighs and bury my face in his cum-coated stomach to lap it all up.

After a few moments, Larkin lifted his head and gazed down at me with big eyes, the flush deepening on his cheeks. "H-how did I do?"

God. He was so unexpectedly sweet. I'd been assuming he would give me a cocky grin and a high-five, calling me ‘bro' again.

"You did great," I told him hoarsely, the throbbing ache in my pants getting harder to ignore now that I wasn't teasing his cock. It was softening against his thigh, which was still visibly trembling.

I didn't care about coming myself. I just wanted to gather him in my arms and hold him until he went limp and relaxed against me. I wanted to feel him nestle his face into my neck and let out a sated sigh, knowing I was the one who'd made him feel so good.

His eyes had lit up from the praise, and he struggled upright and stared down at his cum-streaked front for a moment, then shifted his gaze to my groin. I knew the moment he saw the erection straining against the fabric, because his breath hitched.

"Can I do you now?" he asked, hurriedly tugging his boxer briefs and pants back up, heedless of the cum and lube smeared all over him.

Oh fuck. I would come the moment he put his hands on me. And then he'd know how much he affected me—how much more this was than just "practice" to me.

"You don't have to." I managed to make my voice steady. "We can save that for another day, if you want."

"No, I really want to," he breathed, his gaze still fixed on my erection. "Can I? Please?"

Fuuuuck.

I swallowed thickly and heaved myself up onto the couch, my legs trembling. "Alright."

He eagerly shifted around and got on his knees beside me on the couch, then reached down for the lube I'd left on the floor. "So, um, how about you? What do you like, I mean?"

It was my turn to grip tightly onto the couch cushions as he hovered beside me, before I cleared my throat and reached for my fly.

"I'll… I'll talk you through it." I paused after pulling down my zipper and glanced at him. "But, uh… edging a dick affects me too, so I probably won't… last long. I just haven't jerked off today," I added, which was a lie.

He nodded, giving me a shy smile. "I get it. I need to jerk off, like, at least twice a day."

I huffed a laugh, trying to keep the affectionate smile off my face. "That's because you're twenty-three."

He waved a hand. "Can't see it ever changing, no matter how old I get, to be honest." Then he gave me a curious look. "I don't actually know how old you are."

I tried not to stiffen, wondering if the answer would make him stop wanting me—this, I meant. Make him stop wanting to do this with me. "Thirty-five."

He just nodded again. "Oh. Okay."

We fell silent, and I realised after a second that he was staring expectantly down at my open fly. Taking a deep, silent breath, I undid the last few buttons on my shirt so it wouldn't get in the way, then lifted my hips to tug down my pants and underwear until my cock sprang free.

God, it was agonisingly hard already, flushed a deep red with the head almost purple, completely slick from the copious amounts of pre-cum I'd leaked into my underwear.

Larkin choked on a breath and croaked, "Jesus, Seb."

"What?" I managed unsteadily, hands curling into fists at my sides as I tried to regulate my breathing. Larkin was staring at my hard cock. He was about to touch it. Make me come.

"It's just… big," he said hoarsely, eyes glued to it, that flush rising back up into his cheeks. "Really… really big."

My mouth twitched. It was big, but not monstrously large. Definitely manageable.

My knot, however…

I didn't have it in my human form, so that was a challenge for another day—one I was sure Larkin would enthusiastically accept, assuming his nerves didn't get the best of him. But I'd never pressure him to take my knot. A lot of people weren't up for it, while others revelled in the unique challenge of fitting it inside them.

"That's def a double-fister, bro," Larkin told me with a grin, which made me chuckle. He was much more relaxed and at ease now, his expression telling me he was eager to give his first handjob.

"One hand will work just fine," I reassured him. "But you really don't have to, Larkin. We can—"

"No way, dude. This is what I want to learn, remember?" With a nervous swallow, he squirted some lube into his palm. "You'll talk me through it, right? Tell me what to do."

Jesus Christ. I definitely was not going to survive this.

"Sure," I rasped, then held my breath as he reached down for my cock.

It took every ounce of my willpower to hold still and not make a sound when his long fingers wrapped hesitantly around my shaft. But I couldn't do anything to prevent the bead of pre-cum that rolled down onto his knuckles.

He started sliding his fist up and down, his grip a touch too light and his movements clumsy in a way that made my throat ache. He'd never jerked a cock from this angle before, and I could sense his nerves rising again as I stayed perfectly still, not making a sound.

He needed encouragement. I had to somehow find a balance between showing him I was enjoying it and revealing just how much this was affecting me—Larkin touching me, something I'd wanted for so long but never thought I'd actually get.

"That's good," I said unsteadily, both of us staring down at his hand on my cock. "Maybe a little tighter."

He readjusted his grip, then shifted closer, his free hand reaching up to grab my shoulder for balance. That innocent contact almost made me moan as my thighs tensed.

"O-okay." I swallowed thickly, my fingers twitching with the urge to reach over and clutch his leg. "When you… get to the head, swipe your thumb over the tip."

He obeyed instantly, his breaths shallowing, movement in his pants drawing my gaze. His cock was firming up again. I wondered whether I could reach over and stroke him off while he did this.

Taking some initiative, Larkin slowed his fist and smoothed his thumb over my frenulum, peeking up at me to gauge my reaction. I clenched my jaw to hold back a groan, but nodded quickly.

"That's good."

"You like that too?" he asked instantly, his voice breathless.

"Yeah," I said tightly, then realised I wasn't really teaching him how to pleasure someone with a handjob. I was teaching him how to pleasure me with a handjob, so I cleared my throat and forced myself to say, "So… some people like a straight up and down motion, and others like you to kind of twist your hand while you're doing it. You should… you should try things out and pay attention to how they react."

"Okay," Larkin breathed, smoothly twisting his fist as it glided over the head of my cock. A tiny groan escaped me, which made him immediately ask, "So you like that?"

"Yes." Talking was distracting me from the pressing urge to come already tightening my lower back, so I continued. "Some… some people like their balls played with at the same time, but others don't really get much from it."

Larkin's hand instantly shot off my shoulder to reach down, but the angle meant his wrists would cross awkwardly. He hesitated, gnawing on his lower lip.

"I can't reach that well." Big, guileless blue eyes rose to meet mine. "Is it alright if I… um…"

"Go ahead," I said quickly. I didn't even know what he wanted to do, but I didn't care. He could do literally anything right now and I'd be grateful for it.

Awkwardly, he clambered over me until he was straddling my thighs, then reached down to cup my sac. I jolted, sucking in a shaky breath, resisting the urge to grasp his lean hips.

"Okay, this angle's easier," he breathed, gazing down at his hands on me. "Am I doing okay?"

God. This was only our first "lesson," and I already wanted to fall to my knees and propose to him.

"You're doing… really, really well," I got out, wishing I could lean in and kiss him. His lower lip was damp from swiping his tongue over it, and his breaths were quick as he shuttled his slick fist over my cock, making sure to twist his wrist at the end of every upstroke.

He was doing really. Fucking. Well. His motions were still a little uncertain, and he didn't really seem to know what to do with my balls, just cupping them in his palm. Before I could give him a little guidance, he readjusted his light grip and a fingertip brushed against my taint.

My hips strained up as a low groan rumbled out of me. I heard his breath catch, and he quickly looked up at me.

"Does it feel good?"

He didn't seem to have noticed what, specifically, had garnered that reaction from me, but I just nodded and gave him a tight smile.

"It feels great, Lark." Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed deeper into the couch and let my head tilt back, eyes sliding shut. "Keep going."

His gaze was still on my face. I could feel him staring at me as my brows pinched with pleasure and I panted. Of their own volition, my fingers crept across the couch cushions until they brushed his bent knees.

When his breath shuddered out of him and his hand sped up, a low moan vibrated in my chest.

"Yeah, that's good." My voice was gravelly. "Jerk it faster."

"Okay," he whispered, voice thick with lust. He shifted on top of me, shuffling a little closer, and I heard him cut off a tiny whimper.

Opening my eyes, I lifted my head and bit down hard on my lower lip when I saw him trying to rub his cock against his forearm as he gripped my balls a little tighter. He saw me looking and flushed.

"Sorry," he croaked. "I'm—It's just—"

"Do you want me to make you come again while you do this?" I asked, trying to sound like it wasn't a big deal.

He made a strangled sound. "Y-yes, but… I want to concentrate. I want to get it right."

"You are." I was breathing harder as I stared at the outline of his erection, pressing my tongue against the backs of my teeth. "You're doing so good. I'm… I'm gonna come soon."

His breath caught. "Yeah?"

"Yes." Giving in, I slid my hands up his thighs to grab his narrow hips. He bit his lip at the contact, instinctively straining closer.

"Seb…"

"Yes?" My voice was tight. My fingers curled harder into his hips as my lower back tightened, my ass straining off the couch.

"Tell me how to make you come," he breathed.

That almost did it.

"Just keep going," I panted, hands sliding a little higher up his bare sides, wanting to roam over every inch of him. He shivered, pumping his fist faster in slick, fluid strokes.

Then—making me realise just how much attention he had in fact been paying—he hesitantly brushed his fingertips against my taint, still cupping my sac in his palm.

"Fuck," I bit out, my hips starting to jerk up erratically, bouncing him a little on my quaking thighs. "I'm g-gonna come—I'm coming—"

A hoarse, trembling groan tore from my throat as my vision whited out and my cock started firing long ropes of cum over my shirt. I heard a whispered, "Fuck," come from Larkin as my head ground back into the couch, my fingers shaking on his sides.

It felt endless. I gritted my teeth to try and stave off the hard grunts tearing from my throat, but it didn't work. Larkin's fist was still flying over my length, drawing the orgasm out to the point of near-painful overstimulation, until I reached down with a trembling hand to cover his.

"Shit, sorry," he blurted, forcing me to peel open my heavy eyes. "I should've stopped sooner. I-I got distracted when you…"

"It's fine." I gave him a drowsy smile, my whole body tingling in the aftermath of the orgasm Larkin had drawn from me.

Momentarily too sated to keep my guard up completely, I let my gaze drift lazily over him. His narrow, beautiful face, cheeks still flushed and pupils blown as he stared at me. The pulse hammering in his throat, the elegant slope of his collarbone, the lean chest and stomach still lined with drying cum.

My eyes stopped on the erection jutting under his open fly, and I heard Larkin swallow.

He shivered when I trailed my fingertips down his bare sides and curled them under the waistband of his boxers. I tugged them down just enough to free his cock, tucking them behind his sac, then fisted his length again.

Larkin whimpered, hips jerking into my hand as he bit his lip. "Seb."

"Yes?" I murmured, already stroking his cock. I let my other hand roam over his side, sliding up, then back down to finger the faint line veering toward his groin. He shivered and clutched my shoulders, smearing lube and cum all over my shirt.

"I-I d-don't think I can be edged again," he said in a small, vulnerable voice. "R-right now, I mean."

"That's okay." I swallowed back the ‘sweetheart' that wanted to escape. "No edging this time. Just want you to come."

"Okay," he whispered, thrusting into my hand. Getting faster and faster, his breaths panting out of him, rapid and unsteady. His fingers dug into my shoulders, and he leaned closer, almost hunching over me as he rutted into my fist.

"Fuck my fist," I rasped, his gaze locked on the flushed tip of his cock as it tunnelled in and out. "Make yourself come."

He whined, too far gone to get nervous or self-conscious over the request. He just obeyed with sweet desperation, pumping his cock into the unmoving ring of my fingers while I held my hand steady.

His forehead connected with mine, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his shallow, rapid breaths hitting my cheek. It took every fucking thing in me not to turn my head and crush my mouth to his. I had to clamp my lips into a tight line, jaw ticking wildly as I clenched my teeth.

There was no lesson here. This was just me getting him off. I couldn't even pretend to be teaching him anything, but he didn't seem to care as he whimpered and used my fist to make himself come.

Just a few seconds later, he seized up in a rush and began to shake. His hands scrabbled over my shoulders, before one tunnelled into my short hair and gripped it tight as a choked gasp reverberated in my ear.

He jerked closer, and my chest ached with longing when he buried his face in my neck.

" Mmmm. "

I felt his cum hit my shirt and the exposed part of my stomach. His heaving chest brushed mine, hips stuttering before slowing to a stop. He sagged on top of me, breathing hard into my neck, hand slowly slipping from my hair.

My throat was bone dry when I swallowed, uncurling my fist and letting my hands slip onto his lower back beneath his shirt. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm," Larkin moaned again, and for a split second, he snuggled deeper into me, before stiffening in a rush and sitting up. "Shit. Sorry. I got, um, jizz on your shirt."

I managed a smile, even though I was already feeling the loss of him pressed against me keenly. "Mine was already on there, so it's fine."

He nodded, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he glanced down at our softening cocks. His brows shot up. "Jeez, even soft you're…"

I chuckled, making no move to shift him off my lap as I rested my head against the back of the couch. He could stay there as long as he wanted.

But just a few seconds later, he was clambering off and tucking his cock back into his pants with trembling fingers. "So, um, lesson one went… okay?"

The stark reminder of what this really was cooled my blood in an instant. Shaking off the drowsy satiation, I sat up and cleared my throat. "I think it went great."

"Me too," he blurted, hastily rebuttoning his shirt despite the cum still sprinkled over his torso. "It was really… Thank you, dude."

That "thank you" made me feel a little ill.

"You don't need to thank me, Larkin," I muttered, shoving my cock back into my pants before standing up. "I got something out of it too."

"So it was okay?" he asked anxiously, fidgeting in place as he gazed at me with vulnerable eyes. "I did okay? It felt good, right?"

There was a lump suddenly lodged in my throat, one that wouldn't shift no matter how many times I swallowed.

This had been such a bad idea.

But I couldn't show it. He'd done absolutely nothing wrong. It wasn't his fault I was in love with him. He had no clue about how I really felt. He thought this was just me helping him out.

I didn't know if I could handle doing this again.

"It felt amazing." I pasted on a smile to reassure him. It felt like my face was going to crack.

His shoulders slumped in visible relief, a huge grin stretching his mouth. "Shweet. And I could definitely feel my stamina already improving, bro. I bet soon I'll be able to, like, hold off indefinitely. Just a few more lessons."

My heart squeezed hard. Not in a pleasant way. I couldn't back out now, no matter how much this was going to destroy me. It wasn't fair. I'd already agreed, and he was so excited for these fucking "lessons." He wanted this.

And if I could give Larkin something he wanted, I was fundamentally incapable of refusing him.

I nodded, the smile somehow still on my face. "We'll practise more."

"Noice." He gave me another sweet grin, then glanced down at his lube-sticky hands and grimaced. "Mind if I wash my hands before taking off?"

"Of course not." I trailed after him as he took off toward the kitchen. "Uh, you could… shower again if you wanted. Before you go."

"Nah, it's okay." He chuckled, pumping soap into his palm at the sink. "I've already buttoned my shirt. At least the cum is on the inside, so my parents won't see it." His shoulders suddenly stiffened as he peeked over at me. "I'm just… saving up for my own place. That's why I still, um, live at home."

"I get it." I leaned my hip on the island and crossed my arms. "I lived with my parents until I was twenty-five."

"You did?" He turned to look at me as he dried his hands.

I nodded. "Werewolves tend to have a harder time moving away from their packs."

"Oh right, yeah. Of course."

He set the dish towel down in a crumpled heap on the counter, then flushed and picked it up to fold it neatly and put it back where he'd found it, hanging over a cupboard handle. God, why did he have to be so fucking sweet?

"My mom and dad would be happy if I lived at home until I was, like, forty or something." He rolled his eyes but smiled. "My parents are so laid-back, it's ridiculous, dude."

I smiled, eagerly soaking up these little scraps he was offering me. "Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. My mom runs that new age store in town—Seelie Secrets? And my dad owns a gardening company. Just spends all day surrounded by plants and stuff. He loves it." He huffed and rolled his eyes again. "They're, like, disgustingly in love still, even though they've been married for about a million years."

"That's nice. My parents are still crazy about each other too." I rubbed my neck. "Werewolves, uh, tend to mate for life, most of the time."

He nodded, then seemed to realise he was lingering, because he suddenly beelined for his tie and suit jacket still draped over the back of the couch. "Anyways… I wonder how drunk Holt and Taylor have gotten."

"Guess we'll find out in the morning." I stayed put, watching him approach, my gut tightening with every step he took. But he just grabbed his keys off the island, then moved to the door to put on his shoes.

Chest heaving with a silent sigh, I followed. "So I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah." He straightened and looked at me, throat bobbing once. "Um, I'll probably get Holt a coffee on my way in. To try and stop him from being such a hungover d-bag. Do you want one?"

I gazed at him in silence, then nodded. "Sure. Thanks. A hot chocolate would be nice."

"What if they mess it up again?" He gave me a wry smile.

I shrugged and opened the door. "Then I guess you'll just have to drink it."

His eyes brightened. He reached over and lightly punched my shoulder. "I guess if I have to," he postured, like I didn't already know that he would prefer the hot chocolate. "It's the least I can do, right?"

I smiled tightly and didn't answer. He didn't owe me anything. Not even pretending to do me a favour by drinking the hot chocolate I was only asking for so I could give it to him.

"Okay, well—" He fidgeted and took a step over the threshold. "—night."

"You'll be okay getting home from here?"

"Uh-huh." He held up his phone. "Got this if I get lost. But I'll be fine."

I frowned a little. "Just text me if you do get lost."

He huffed. "I'll be fine , dude. I've been driving for years. And we're not that far out of town."

"Alright." I didn't move as I watched him descend the porch steps and head for his car. He gave me a little wave after turning his car around, and I stayed where I was until his tail lights were no longer in sight.

The sudden silence felt stifling as I stepped back and closed the door. Turning, I stared at the couch for a long moment, then made my way upstairs to take a shower. I needed one, even though I would have preferred to keep the little traces of his scent on me for as long as possible.

The bathroom was humid from Larkin's earlier shower. I tried not to picture him getting undressed in here, still jumpy and nervous about what was to come. I tried not to imagine him naked and wet, standing in the exact same spot as I got into the shower. I tried not to think about how it'd felt to touch him, to see his face scrunched up with pleasure, to feel his hands on me and his body against mine and hear his sweet, desperate little sounds in my ear.

His first lesson had almost wrecked me. I had absolutely no fucking idea how I was going to survive lesson two.