Dale swallowed dryly. “How would you get to know me?”
“Like this,” Greg whispered, cupping Dale’s cheeks with both his hands. Then he tipped Dale’s face up to his, and kissed him softly on the lips.
Dale’s breath snagged in his throat. He hadn’t expected this gentleness from Greg, not when it told of care, of respect and adoration.
Last week had been heavy strokes and desperate kisses. Right now, Greg kissed him slowly, and Dale savored the silky friction between their lips, the careful brush of Greg’s thumb on his cheek.
He moaned, parting for Greg, trying to lean closer. Except Greg held him where he was, dragging the seam of his mouth over Dale’s lips, a soft, damp touch, his breath feathering hot on Dale’s skin.
“I’m sorry I didn’t treat you better,” Greg said.
How much better could Greg treat him? Last week had been phenomenal, and to top that...? Dale’s chest squeezed. Greg should save this for his future mate. Someone he truly cared about.
But Dale also wanted Greg to need him, and Greg’s desire was addicting.
“I’m curious to see more,” Dale whispered. And Greg slid into his mouth, tasting a little like Sprite, a little like aspen. Dale moaned, sucking him deeper, tangling their tongues together.
Greg growled, backing him into the bed. Then he broke the kiss, sliding his hands under Dale’s arms, lifting him further back onto the mattress. Dale landed somewhere in the middle with a thump, his breath rushing from his chest. They were doing this. He wasn’t in heat, and... he was inviting Greg into his bed. And Dale couldn’t bring himself to refuse Greg, not right now.
When Greg leaned over him, watching his face, Dale spread his legs. Locked gazes with Greg.
Greg swallowed, flicking his gaze down. His eyes raked over Dale’s body, from his work-rumpled shirt to the belt at his hips, to the dark pants that barely hid his cock. “Ten minutes ago, you said you weren’t good enough.”
“I don’t want to think about it,” Dale mumbled. “Help me forget.”
For a taut, exposed moment, Greg studied him, his eyes inscrutable. Then he settled on the bed next to Dale, sliding his hot palm up Dale’s calf, squeezing his thigh. “You’re good enough,” Greg murmured, tugging Dale’s shirt from his waistband. “You’re more than just good, Dale.”
Greg leaned closer, pressing a soft, damp kiss on his belly, right above his waistband. Dale watched him, admiring the curl of his lashes, the intensity of his eyes, the fullness of his lips.
Greg was his student, and he felt so irrationally good.
Greg unbuttoned Dale’s shirt, kissing up his chest, until he exposed the pink discs of Dale’s nipples. Then he flicked his tongue over them, and Dale gasped.
“Always wanted to do this,” Greg said, watching him. He took Dale’s nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly on it, the points of his teeth tracing over Dale’s skin. A whisper of pleasure raced down Dale’s nerves. “Wanted to touch you. Feel you under me.”
“I didn’t—didn’t know.” Dale squirmed, arching up, offering his chest. And Greg smiled, slipping his hand under Dale’s back to hold him up.
“I was gonna do this after we go out for coffee,” Greg murmured against his skin, dragging his teeth over the crest of Dale’s nipple.
“Oh,” Dale breathed. Greg’s face was so close to his. His body curled over Dale’s like a predatory animal, and Dale was so hard it hurt.
“You didn’t know?” Greg smirked. He met Dale’s eyes, pressing kisses over Dale’s chest, before closing his lips around his other nipple. Then he sucked, and the pressure went straight down to Dale’s cock, yanking a moan from his lips.
“I thought—I thought all you wanted was coffee,” Dale breathed, his hips rocking up. He needed Greg’s touch further down, needed Greg’s body pressing him into the mattress. “Greg—more.”
Greg’s smile grew wider. Instead of stroking Dale’s cock, he set his hand on Dale’s hip, pressing his thumb down into the sensitive spot by his hipbone. The pressure was a bright point on Dale’s body, stark through the layers of his clothes. “Feel this?”
“Yes,” Dale hissed, bucking up.
Greg slid his thumb half an inch down, rubbing a firm circle a little further south. “This?”
“Yes.”
He pressed his thumb closer, in increments of half inches, massaging slow circles along Dale’s groin, closer and closer and closer to Dale’s cock... but not touching it.
“Greg,” Dale moaned, winding his fingers through Greg’s hair, pulling him closer, trying to make him nuzzle his cock, lick it, anything.
Greg smirked. And kissed the taut fabric just by Dale’s balls, blowing through it, his breath a hot touch caressing Dale’s skin. It wasn’t enough.
“Touch my cock,” Dale said, lifting his hips.
“No,” Greg said, shoving Dale’s hips down onto the bed. Dale gasped. Greg pinned them down with his weight, and Dale couldn’t lift them, couldn’t move as Greg climbed between his legs, nudging them further open with his knees. “Want to see how hard you get for me.”
Dale’s cheeks burned. He was hard for Greg. That, he couldn’t deny.
Before he could reach for his pants, Greg caught his wrist, pinning it down against the mattress.
“Your body is mine tonight,” he whispered, releasing Dale’s hip to trace his knuckle up his belly, up his chest to his throat, then his lips. “Your mouth, your nipples, your ass.”
Dale trembled, his skin tingling, his body aching for Greg.
Greg rubbed his thumb along Dale’s lower lip, pinching his nipple. Dale gasped, pain and pleasure twisting down his nerves. Greg smiled, cupping Dale’s neck in his hand, sliding his palm down Dale’s chest, to his belly, his groin. Except Greg lifted his palm, skimming his fingertips down around Dale’s cock, leaving it neglected.
Dale groaned, rocking up, trying to push into Greg’s palm.
Greg stroked his fingertips down Dale’s balls, between his legs, pressing up against the damp fabric covering his ass. Right against his hole. Dale gasped, writhing, rolling his hips. He knows what I want.
And Greg pulled his touch
