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“Hey, big guy, it’s okay, we’re not gonna do anything that you don’t want to, okay?”
Kane is lying on the bed, fully clothed, jaw set tight and silent. He’s divulged to you that he’d never been physical partner before and you’d offered to change it. It flattered you that you were the one that he trusted enough to ask; he was so closed off and quiet and it had taken months of quiet trust-building in your relationship to help him open up.
He looks up at you, shakes his head, adjusts himself on the pillow, nervous.
“No you don’t want this?” You ask, step back immediately.
“No, I’m… okay. I’m okay.”
“Okay, love. Would you like me to help you undress?”
He swallows, pauses. Nods.
“We’re going to do everything slow and if you want to stop, you just say, okay?” You ask. You climb onto the bed beside him, kiss him on the cheek. You slip his shirt off, careful, soft. “I’m going to touch you now, okay?” You ask, and when he nods, watching you intently, you run his hands across his chest, tracing the burned skin, the scars. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” You ask, and he makes some small sound. You put a line of kisses across his chest, down to his stomach. You feel his breath hitch and you look back up. His eyes are closed, one hand is wrapped up in a fist around the blankets.
“Are you still doing okay?” You ask. “Can I unbutton your pants?”
“Yes,” he says, opening his eyes again. “Yes. Please.”
You chuckle a little. You undo the button on his pants and he wriggles his hips to help slide them off. When he’s just in his boxers, laid out before you, you undress yourself, letting him help you in the same way. He searches you over with his eyes, and you gently take his hands and put them against you. He searches over your body like he’s never seen such a thing before, mapping out every inch with shaking fingers, so soft and tentative.
“Can I…?” You ask, and run a thumb under the edge of his boxers. He jumps at first, and you pull back, wait.
“That’s- yes. That’s okay.”
You slide his boxers over his hips and see that he’s already half hard. He looks at you, huge doe-eyes, like he’s nervous waiting to see how you’ll react.
“You’re doing so well for me, Kane,” you hum. “You’re just gorgeous, you know that?”
You kiss down his stomach, down his hips. He bucks a little into your touch, and you reach up, gently, take him in your hand.
“Still okay?”
“Yes, ah. Good.”
“Good. I want to make you feel good, love. We’ll take this slow.”
You take him in your hand and start a slow rhythm. The sound he makes is absolutely sinful.
“Does that feel good?”
He reaches up, tentative at first, then stronger, and threads his fingers through your hair, pulls you into a kiss. You’d kissed him before but never like this, never this confident. You moan into his open mouth and he pulls back for a second, worried.
“It’s okay Kane, it’s a good noise. I’m enjoying this.”
He nods, like that’s the most important thing. “Good. Yes, good.”
You dip down. “Let me know if this feels good for you.” You take him in your mouth, just the tip at first, letting your tongue swirl around it. He cries out and his hands make his way back to your hair. You slide the rest of the way down, bobbing your head to the base, casting your eyes up in time to see his eyes roll back into his head. He calls your name in a hoarse, ragged voice.
“I think, I-“ and then he cums, his whole body shaking as he does. You swallow him as he finishes, and then you slide back up next to him on the pillow, pressing your nose into his neck.
“Good?” You ask, and you feel him nod.
“Can we… stay like this for a while?” He asks, wrapping one strong arm over the top of you.
“‘Course, Kane. I love you.”
“Love you too.” And his eyes are dropping with sleepiness already as you breathe each other in.