Neil loves sharing his progress with Andrew, and Andrew loves the fact that heâs the one Neil chooses to practice on. Neil hooks a finger beneath the waistband of Andrewâs sweatpants just enough to catch his attention before asking, âCan I sit on your lap?â the moment Andrew nods, Neil climbs onto him without hesitation. âCan I try?â he murmurs a few seconds later, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers absentmindedly tracing along the side of Andrewâs neck. when the answer comes, a simple, âYes.â, Neil still hesitates. his gaze flickers between Andrewâs eyes and his mouth, and somehow itâs 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 heâd 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 Andrewâs, carefully parts them with the tip of his tongue in an attempt to deepen the kiss, and draws him closer by the nape, where Neilâs 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 Andrewâs which makes him frown, sometimes he freezes halfway through the kiss, trying to understand how to do exactly what he had in mind. âYou do it differently,â he whispers, slightly out of breath as he pulls back just enough to fill his lungs. Andrew finds that expression unbearably irritatingâNeil looks completely dazed with want while remaining so intensely focused on learning, determined to understand every movement behind the way Andrew kisses him. âIt isnât supposed to be the same as mine.â Andrewâs hands have been slowly rubbing circles over Neilâs thighs for several minutes now. âI like the way you kiss me,â Neil admits, his fingertips drifting lazily along Andrewâs jaw. âI want to make you feel like that too.â he has no idea what those words are doing to Andrew. at this point, even the smallest brush of Neilâs fingers is enough to make Andrewâs stomach tighten. âShow me again,â Neil says. this time, itâs Andrew whoâs caught by anticipation. It doesnât last long. his hands settle firmly around Neilâs waist before he pulls him flush against his body and kisses him the way he knows will leave Neil melting beneath himâdeep, practiced, impossibly thorough, until quiet sighs and soft, involuntary moans begin slipping free whenever Andrew becomes almost too much. and if thereâs one thing Andrew knows better than anyone, itâs that Neil memorizes every single movement with unwavering determination, fully intending to try them on Andrew himself just a few minutes later.
