Of course, because he said not to sit on his lap, the first thing Inge did was sit back down onto his lap. He sat so that he could wrap his legs around him, kissing Tristan on the mouth gently.
“Oooh, too late~ I’m such a naughty boy.”
Tristan blushed, trying to push Inge off.
“Uh, p-please don’t do that,” he murmured nervously. “I, um—well, to be honest I have an erection.”
Inge grinned wider, pulling him into a kiss. “I know, I can feel it.”
He pulled away, his face the color of a beet. “S-so you’ll get off, then?”
“No.” He said bluntly, grinning widely. “Well. In a sense.”
“…Do you mean sex?” he asked shyly. “I mean, I can try, if you really want…”
He laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I’m just teasing. I mean, we can if you want, but…I don’t really care. If you really want, I could give you a handjob, or maybe even a blowjob. But I’ve never actually done anything with someone else, so it might be kind of weird at first.”
He smiled, acting entirely too casual about the situation.
Tristan glanced to the side, looking very awkward about the whole situation indeed. “Well, I um…I’ve never done anything with anyone else either, so it should be okay, right?” He smiled finally, squeezing Inge’s hands. “If we’re boyfriends, and if it’ll make you happy…I think I’d love to.”
Inge just grinned wider. “Oh, okay! Awesome. Uh, so, you should, like, take off your pants. Or, I can do it, I guess.”
The thought made Tristan grow even harder, much to his confusion.
“Uh, I’ll do it, I think,” he said quickly, standing up and trying to stall. “Uh…what are you going to do, exactly? Are you going to use yours or…?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” He replied, waiting anxiously for Tristan to just take off his pants already. “It’ll be great! Just…hurry up, I’m excited!”
“E-excited?” he asked, very slowly unzipping his jeans.
“Yes! Now hurry up!” He reached for Tristan’s pants, groping him unhelpfully.
“I don’t know if I want to!” he exclaimed, covering his crotch. “I…augh, I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m not giving my 110 percent—let me try.”
He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing a fairly proportionate erection.
“Tell me what to do next, coach—I mean, Inge.”
Inge pushed him back onto the couch, smiling widely. “Oh, you’re so cute~! I mean, I’d see porn, but it’s really different in real life, you know…Plus, you’re really American, and most of the stuff I watch is Asian…”
He just laughed. “Okay. So. Uh. Well, you know, I can either…just use my hands, or use my mouth, or both, I guess, if you want. It’s your choice.”
Tristan stroked his chin thoughtfully, trying to ignore Inge’s eagerness.
“…I’ll do whichever is easier for you,” he said after a few minutes, nodding to himself. “I want my first time to be good for my partner, too.”
“Oh. Okay.” He shrugged. “Well, sure, I guess. I dunno…I guess I’ll just use my hands. Okay?”
He moved onto the couch, sitting down so he could easily reach over and carefully touch Tristan. Reading about it, and seeing it, and actually doing it were all such different things.
“So, you have to tell me if it’s good, or whatever, okay?”
He nodded, trying to hide his embarrassment; he had changed and even showered in front of other guys before, but this was different.
“Y-yeah…go ahead.”
He gently touched Tristan, running a hand along his thigh and up to his member. He smiled wider, upon actually touching it. He ran his hand along it gently, softly, watching Tristan for a reaction. This was so fun already.
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