Neil loves sharing his progress with Andrew, and Andrew loves the fact that he’s the one Neil chooses to practice on. Neil hooks a finger beneath the waistband of Andrew’s sweatpants just enough to catch his attention before asking, “Can I sit on your lap?” the moment Andrew nods, Neil climbs onto him without hesitation. “Can I try?” he murmurs a few seconds later, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers absentmindedly tracing along the side of Andrew’s neck. when the answer comes, a simple, “Yes.”, Neil still hesitates. his gaze flickers between Andrew’s eyes and his mouth, and somehow it’s always this moment, the last second before he closes the distance, that steals his breath the most. his chest tightens with anticipation, with the unbearable awareness that the person he wants is only inches away. Andrew had kissed him with effortless confidence from the very beginning, devouring his mouth as though he’d always known exactly what he was doing, and Neil had never lacked enthusiasm in return. technique, however… Neil desperately wants to kiss Andrew the way Andrew kisses him. the thought only grows stronger every time he forces himself to bridge the space between them, presses his lips against Andrew’s, carefully parts them with the tip of his tongue in an attempt to deepen the kiss, and draws him closer by the nape, where Neil’s fingers never seem to stop tangling in his hair. every attempt is different. every time Neil tilts his head at a slightly different angle, trying to figure it out. sometimes his teeth accidentally brush against Andrew’s which makes him frown, sometimes he freezes halfway through the kiss, trying to understand how to do exactly what he had in mind. “You do it differently,” he whispers, slightly out of breath as he pulls back just enough to fill his lungs. Andrew finds that expression unbearably irritating—Neil looks completely dazed with want while remaining so intensely focused on learning, determined to understand every movement behind the way Andrew kisses him. “It isn’t supposed to be the same as mine.” Andrew’s hands have been slowly rubbing circles over Neil’s thighs for several minutes now. “I like the way you kiss me,” Neil admits, his fingertips drifting lazily along Andrew’s jaw. “I want to make you feel like that too.” he has no idea what those words are doing to Andrew. at this point, even the smallest brush of Neil’s fingers is enough to make Andrew’s stomach tighten. “Show me again,” Neil says. this time, it’s Andrew who’s caught by anticipation. It doesn’t last long. his hands settle firmly around Neil’s waist before he pulls him flush against his body and kisses him the way he knows will leave Neil melting beneath him—deep, practiced, impossibly thorough, until quiet sighs and soft, involuntary moans begin slipping free whenever Andrew becomes almost too much. and if there’s one thing Andrew knows better than anyone, it’s that Neil memorizes every single movement with unwavering determination, fully intending to try them on Andrew himself just a few minutes later.
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