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Burn With Me

Rating: Explicit

Summary: James’ admission hadn’t really surprised Lars. Considering the way he was raised, Lars knew he had a weird relationship with sex growing up and he was still working to unlearn it. Even today, he had moments where he viewed sex as something shameful or perverse. He’d also had a hard time making friends during his younger years. Adding them both together, Lars understood how it had never happened.

Warnings: Virginity, first time blow jobs, premature ejaculation.

Words: 2,018

“I’ve never slept with anyone,” James’ admission hadn’t really surprised Lars. Considering the way he was raised, Lars knew he had a weird relationship with sex growing up and he was still working to unlearn it. Even today, he had moments where he viewed sex as something shameful or perverse. He’d also had a hard time making friends during his younger years. Adding them both together, Lars understood how it had never happened.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Lars had assured him in return because there really wasn’t. He knew some people placed an odd importance on virginity, feeling either a need to lose it or to keep it, but he experienced neither. “We can fuck if you’d like to, though.”

The bluntness of the statement made James choke on his drink, struggling to catch his breath. This was one of the times where James wasn’t sure if it was a cultural thing for Lars to be so matter of fact or if it was just a Lars thing. Maybe it was a nice mix of both and James knew his own habit of beating around the bush only made that difference seem more extreme than it actually was.

James had been his usual self about answering, flustered and dancing around it the entire time, but he did ultimately agree. Of course, Lars started them off slowly. That had always been something James liked about Lars. He would often push James out of his comfort zone, but he would always be mindful while doing it and at least try to not push James too fast or too far.

Naturally, they’d started with just kissing which James had insisted he was the most comfortable with. He’d kissed people before, although not as many as he would let Lars believe and certainly none with the intention of kissing leading into sex. It made things different, building more anticipation. Kissing had always felt good, but it left more heat coiling in James’ stomach now because he knew what it was leading up to.

Lars’ body was warm as he pressed close, both of them lying on their side and facing each other. There was no space between them, yet James still had an arm tight around his middle and seemed to be trying to pull him even closer. James thought he could spend hours just doing that and he’d be happy.

The kisses had started gentle and slow, neither in a huge rush. Lars wanted things to be perfect for James and didn’t want to push him, not in this regard anyway. After time, he realized James didn’t need any pushing. The kisses deepened naturally over time and before he knew it, he could feel where James was hard against his thigh, occasionally rocking against it.

If he was a bit crueler, he might tease James for it, but he stayed soft with him this time around. If they did it again, maybe they could explore that kind of dynamic. For now, he simply stroked his fingers through James’ hair and let him press against his leg. At a certain point, he’d ended up on his back with James climbing over him and continuing their kissing. Lars smiled against him when he felt James rolling against him even more, seemingly not even realizing what he was doing.

Lars groaned at a particularly rough movement and let his legs open more. James’ hands fell towards his hips, squeezing over his skin gently. Lars briefly wondered how often James had done this and how far he’d gone past kissing. James let out a whine when Lars nudged him back, breaking away from the kiss.

“How far have you gone?” Lars asked and James gave him a confused look. He realized he probably needed to elaborate more, James wasn’t able to read his mind even if it sometimes felt like he could. “Have you ever gotten sucked off?” James shook his head and Lars grinned up at him. “Get your pants down and get on your back,” Lars murmured and James nearly toppled off the bed with how quickly he moved.

Lars laid still, laughing softly as he watched James fumbling with his own jeans and forcing them down his hips as soon as he could manage. The desperation was cute and Lars took in every inch of skin exposed to him, admiring him. James hesitated for a moment once he reached his boxers, getting a bit shy about taking everything off and letting Lars see him like that.

“You look so handsome,” Lars told him, trying to ease his nerves a bit. James’ cheeks tinged pink and gave a small nod. Lars found him horribly endearing. “Take them off for me,” He encouraged him gently, giving him the room to wait some more if he needed to. Or even back out of this entirely. A moment later, the boxers were being pressed down and kicked off too. “You’re even hotter like this,” He said as soon as he could see all of James, being painfully honest with him. It scared him a bit how open he’d always been with James, compliments being from the bottom of his heart every time he said them.

The worst part was that a big part of James’ appeal was that he was James. His body itself wasn’t particularly unique. He was on the long side and thicker than most, a trail of soft blonde hair leading down his stomach. He looked very similar to a lot of guys Lars had seen naked, but he was James and that made the difference.

“You’re handsome too,” James murmured back to him and Lars moved closer, giving him another slow kiss. It felt more awkward now that James was half naked while Lars stayed clothed, but neither were deterred enough to stop. Lars decided to push things a bit further like this, easing James into it.

He pressed a hand down between them and wrapped his fingers around James’ cock, smiling against his lips when James whined suddenly and his hips jerked into the touch. He wasn’t sure if James had ever been touched by someone else, but he’d believe him if he said he hadn’t. A part of Lars was excited by that concept, enjoying the thought of being the first one to ever bring James this kind of pleasure. Though, he didn’t bother asking again how far James had gone before.

The angle was a bit awkward, even for Lars, but James seemed to appreciate any amount of contact he got. His hips continued to rock in short, half thrusts and Lars let it happen. He had to admit it was cute when James began panting against his mouth, mostly giving up on trying to continue kissing him.

Lars almost felt bad when he finally pulled away, but he knew it was going somewhere James would like more. It didn’t take too much to get James to lay down on his back, settling onto the bed and spreading his legs a bit. He was watching the shorter man intently when he moved down between his thighs and took his cock in hand again, wasting no time before he was licking the head.

“Fuck,” James breathed out, laying his head back against the pillows. The feeling wasn’t one he was used to and it was pretty sudden even though he knew it was coming. “That feels really good,” He encouraged as Lars licked up the full length, focusing on the head again once he made his way back up.

“I’m going to start actually blowing you know. You’ve got to go slow,” Lars warned. He knew he would be able to take most of whatever James could throw at him because he was used to this by now, but he also knew it was unlikely everyone James slept with would be able to. Particularly because he was big.

Learning to be careful and slow was a good habit for James to get into, and Lars decided he owed it to his future partners to teach him this. James gave a small nod and Lars barely held back a laugh as he watched how much effort James put into staying gentle. His thighs trembled as he kept himself from rutting, yet another thing Lars found impossibly cute about James.

James had his eyebrows furrowed tightly, putting all his effort into what he was doing. He let out a shaky breath, doing a pretty decent job with keeping himself in place. Lars decided to take mercy on him, not making him wait very long before he dipped his head back down.

He took the head into his mouth this time, pressing down his length as much as he could. James’ breath grew shakier and it only encouraged Lars to keep going. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked gently, not wanting to overwhelm James. He didn't know how much he could take yet, but he never wanted him to be uncomfortable.

James was doing his best to stay still like he’d been told to, thinking it was safer to just stay still rather than letting himself move around and risking going too far. Unsurprisingly, he was a very considerate lover. Yet, his thighs still trembled from exertion and kept involuntarily pressing up a bit. Lars remedied this problem by holding James’ hips down, earning an unmistakably excited moan.

Lars hadn’t expected James to like that kind of thing, but he decided to keep it in mind. It would definitely be useful later, he thought as he continued going down on him. James whined and shifted around a lot under him, and that was the sweet thing about virgins. Every little thing impressed them.

A more experienced person would pick up on the fact Lars wasn’t very good at giving head. He couldn’t take it very far, he struggled to multitask at times, and his movements could be a bit uncoordinated. James didn’t recognize any of that, though. All James recognized was there was a mouth wrapped around his cock that was slick, warm, and willing. And that was more than enough for him.

Lars lapped at the slit of his cock, licking away the precome as it beaded up at the head. Each time he did, James hissed and squirmed a bit more. Lars enjoyed finding every spot that was more sensitive, focusing in on them as soon as he did. He spent most of his time at the head, sucking a bit harder just to hear the soft wail that James would let out. His fingernails dug into James’ thighs, keeping him as still as possible.

Suddenly, James’ hips jerked hard enough that they managed to escape Lars’ hands. He didn’t press in very far, only about halfway, but it was enough to make Lars gag. He didn’t have much time to react before James was coming, letting out a high-pitched moan.

“Sorry. Oh, God. I’m sorry,” James repeated the words for what seemed like a million times, words jumbled and shaky. Lars stroked his thighs soothingly, not trying to pull away from him yet. The taste was bitter and overwhelming, but he didn’t mind it too much. He was more than willing to stay where he was, letting James go until he was finished.

He swallowed around him a few times, only pulling away once James was growing overstimulated. He wiped away the saliva and come that had managed to escape his mouth, smiling up at James now. The blonde haired man looked like a mess, hair out of place and cheeks flushed, breathing ragged and harsh. Lars had never seen him looking quite so handsome before.

“It’s okay,” Lars promised him, addressing his earlier apologies. He didn’t mind James finishing quickly, he wasn’t even surprised by it. James wasn’t used to this kind of thing, it made sense that he wouldn’t last too long. “It was fun, right?” He asked and James nodded at him. “Then that’s all that matters,” He told him honestly, even though they hadn’t addressed the fact James was still a virgin. Not yet anyway.