Page 24 of Love Lessons

How could Landon just be so casual about all of this? In a way, he kind of wished that Landon were just as nervous as he was, so that they could start small and explore together. He was feeling completely out of his depth.

Is there anything that you’d particularly like to do tonight? he repeated.

Landon leaned forward, that seductive grin on his face. What do you want to do?

That wasn’t helpful at all. But he also didn’t want to embarrass himself by asking again. Alright, um… I don’t know if I want to do anything yet. I think I just want to see how it feels to be a Dom. Maybe just, um, do something that I’ve already done but in a more Dom-y way. Does that make any sense?

That make sense. What were you thinking of?

The only thing that he could think of was Landon on his knees. Maybe, could you give me a blow job? But where I control things a bit more? Like pull your hair? I wouldn’t choke you or anything, he quickly added.

A bit of gagging is OK with me, actually. Just not breath play without someone else to mentor you. Let’s talk about what it means for you to control things.

Yeah, this was super awkward. Not at all like a sexy date. Nothing too intense or anything. I just… he wasn’t sure how to articulate it. I want to feel like you’re giving me control and that I can… control what we do. It felt really stupid saying it that way.

But apparently Landon didn’t think there was anything too weird about it, because he just outlined the scene and gave a few pointers. They went over safe words and things that Landon felt comfortable with. It felt a little clinical and removed, but he was grateful for the primer and glad to know exactly what Landon felt comfortable with.

Hopefully that awkwardness would melt away when they got started. How do we start the scene? he finally asked.

Without another word, Landon sank to his knees.

The move was graceful and practiced. He made it look easy, when Dustin would guess that it actually wasn’t. How many times had Landon done that before?

And now he was kneeling in the middle of the living room, hands clasped behind his back and knees spread. He’d inclined his head slightly, eyes unfocused, and his hair fell around his face.

Dustin felt his pulse quicken, and his cock, which had been half-hard the whole time, pressed against his jeans. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His slim muscles and tantalizing skin were all on display. His tiny briefs did nothing to hide his arousal, and that turned Dustin on even more.

But mostly it was his submission that was making his heart race. In that simple act, Landon was turning over control.

Somehow, like this, he looked real again. As he breathed, his shoulders loosened. He was watching Dustin, but not with practiced flirtation or as a trainer. He was just waiting, and Dustin could see the stress drain out of him.

It was beautiful. Landon was trusting Dustin with that perfect body. He was putting his happiness and his pain and his needs in Dustin’s control, and any doubt that Dustin had about what he wanted in a partner was irrevocably washed away.

God, did he want that. He wanted to own and control every bit of Landon when he was kneeling like that.

He just wasn’t sure what to actually do.

He watched Landon, observing the rise and fall of breath in his chest while his mind spun.

After a long wait, Landon broke the pose and looked up. I don’t mind waiting, if you want me to. But if you want to start somewhere, you can touch me or inspect me or tell me how to move. Then, he went back into that perfect display.

God, this whole situation was weird.

Dustin finally stood. Landon said that he could touch him, and he’d been craving nothing else since they met.

He put a hand on Landon’s head, hoping that the sub couldn’t detect his trembling. His hair was fine and soft. Up close he could see the darker roots. He wasn’t sure why he liked that, but it made Landon more accessible. Imperfect and perhaps a little bit attainable.

He stroked his hair then trailed his fingers along his shoulder. Landon gave a visible shiver, and wow, did it feel good to see that.

He continued stroking Landon’s head and shoulders, tracing those perfect collar bones and combing through that delicate hair. He wanted to get to know Landon’s body. To find out everything that made him shudder and gasp and then memorize it all to do it again.

He bent to one knee himself to trace Landon’s perfect features. His strong brow, his gentle eyelids, his pert nose, and his soft, thin lips. His cheeks were almost smooth, with just a touch of dark scruff when he ran his fingers across them in the wrong direction.

He was such a treasure. So perfect, kneeling there, waiting for Dustin to touch him, and maybe use him and hurt him and then hold him afterward.

Dustin wanted to kiss him, but he wasn’t sure if that was allowed. It hadn’t been listed on the sheets, at least as far as he remembered. He lifted one strand of his hair and then kissed that instead. Landon was just so unspeakably precious.

Landon broke the pose again. You’re doing a good job so far.