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and with a small nod Taz moves it to Alan's other hip, careful to keep his eyes on Alan's face.
Alan's gaze never leaves him.
Now Taz uses his words, his hands, his own hips to encourage and urge, and Alan's eyes fall shut
as he moves, in and out and in -- and then abruptly, after only a few more strokes, he gasps,
shudders, and stops.
"Fuck," he says. "Damnit." He looks quickly at Taz, just as quickly drops his eyes. "I'm sorry.
I'm." He breaks off and sighs. "Very, very sorry."
Taz only smiles up at him. "It's okay," he reassures Alan. "It's normal to come quickly the first
time. You'll last longer next time."
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Alan nods but doesn't smile. He sits back, pulling out as he does so. Taz sits up, too, swinging
his legs over the side of the bed and getting to his feet in one motion.
"You haven't come yet."
Taz looks over his shoulder as he kneels to gather up his clothing. "That's all right."
"No, it isn't," Alan says. "What kind of man would I be to let my lover leave unsatisfied?"
Still on his knees, Taz shifts to face him. "I'm not a girl," he says calmly, "so my satisfaction
won't be like a girl's."
Taz could go on, but Alan has that stubborn, determined look again, and this time there is no
uncertainty. The determination articulates as, "Come back to the bed."
Wordlessly, Taz rises and sits on the edge of the bed. Alan kneels on it beside him. Alan's hand
comes into his line of sight, and Taz watches with fascination as the hand hovers and then
touches his cock.
"You were harder than this before," Alan says. Taz slides his eyes away. "Is it okay for me to
touch you like this?" Alan asks as his fingertips travel Taz's length. "Is it something that you
want?"
Taz closes his eyes. "Yes," he breathes.
"Lie back." Alan's tone softens as he amends, "Will you lie back with me?"
Wordlessly, Taz pushes himself back onto the bed, shifting to lie down with one of the pillows
once again under his head. He turns onto his side as Alan lies beside him. "You don't have to do
this," Taz tells him quietly. "I could -- if it's important to you to know I've come, too, I could
masturbate for you."
Alan studies Taz as he considers the offer. Then he shakes his head. "No," he says, "I want to be
the one to do it." He looks down at his hand resting loosely around Taz's cock, then back up at
Taz's face. "I'm just not sure how to."
Taz lightly touches the back of Alan's hand. "Just do what you do when you're taking care of
yourself."
Alan nods. He relaxes the curl of his hand even more, slides up onto his fingertips, his ring finger
and pinky drifting off, and begins stroking like that, flicking the pad of his thumb across the head
on random upsweeps.
"That's -- oh --" Taz's mouth slackens as Alan's thumb brushes across him again, and he forgoes
articulation in favor of just breathing.
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But then Alan stops. "This doesn't feel natural."
Taz recovers normal breath and smiles as he opens his eyes. "It's all right," he says. "I would be
happy to take care of myself."
"That's not what I mean," Alan says, his tone riddled with impatience. His opens his mouth,
closes it, and the pique is gone but the determination is still there when he opens it again. "It's the
angle that doesn't feel right." He rolls onto his back, legs parted. "Here." When Taz doesn't
move, Alan spreads his legs wider, pats his torso, and repeats, "Here. Come lie here."
With Alan looking at him so expectantly, Taz carefully climbs between Alan's legs and lies back,
his head resting on Alan's shoulder, his body resting on Alan's, his back arched to give Alan's
cock breathing room.
"Are you comfortable like this?" Alan asks.
"Yes."
"Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable if you relaxed?" Alan smoothes his palm over
Taz's belly with gentle pressure, not stopping until Taz yields against him. "Isn't this better?"
"Yes," Taz murmurs.
"Good." Alan resumes stroking with his fingertips, his other hand cupping and massaging Taz's
balls, and Taz is compelled to arch again. His own fingers dig into the bedclothes on either side
of Alan's thighs. "Is this okay?" Alan asks without breaking his rhythms. Taz nods. "Is there
something else you'd like?" Alan asks. "Something specific? You can show me--"
"This, what you're doing." Immediately regretting the impoliteness of his interruption, Taz adds,
"I like that you asked." Alan has it in him to make someone an excellent lover someday, Taz can
feel it. He'll tell Alan this, but later; right now, he surrenders to his own selfishness, to Alan's
touch. Right now, when he turns to Alan and opens his mouth, it is only to dare a kiss against
Alan's neck.
Alan continues stroking and rubbing and massaging, squeezing and flicking and caressing, and
when Taz tells Alan how close he is, Alan's hand leaves his scrotum to splay along Taz's throat
and jaw, nudging Taz's face toward him, covering his mouth with an open kiss as Taz comes.
Their mouths keep touching after, breathing into one another, finally sliding away.
Taz allows himself to bask for a few moments before shifting from between Alan's legs and
sliding his feet to the floor.
Bracing himself on his elbow, Alan asks, "What are you doing?"
"The comforter." Taz gestures at the slick evidence of their activities.
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A kick from Alan sends the comforter to the floor, settling that matter. "Stay a little longer."
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