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I lick the smooth, uncut skin at the tip of his cock, feeling him shiver under my tongue.

Making him moan when I wrap my lips around the head again and take him deep enough to feel him tap the back of my throat.

It’s not weird. Not at all. But it’s new.

And if I think about it too hard, it’ll be overwhelming, so I just focus on how good it feels instead.

His fingers tangle in my hair and grip it hard before letting go.

I find his hand and put it back where it was.

I barely recognize my own voice when I tell him he isn’t hurting me.

Stef’s breath hitches as I take him back into my mouth. It’s all I can hear in the silence of the room. And it’s all I wanna hear. His breath turning into a pant. Little moans escaping as his hips grind against the bed.

“Stop.”

I pull off him and look up.

“Alexei, you have a concussion, you shouldn’t be doing this right now.”

“I’m okay, I don’t even have a headache anymore, or much of one anyway.”

He smiles and pulls me up so I’m lying on his chest between his legs, holding my weight up on my elbows.

“Get comfortable and lie down with me.”

“I’m not gonna leave you mid-blow-job. What kind of sadist do you think I am?”

He laughs. “One with a serious brain injury who I don’t want to kill the first time he has sex.”

“It wouldn’t be a bad way to go.” I smile.

He laughs and tightens his arms around me.

“At least let me jerk you off.”

I’ve had a taste of him. Discovered what he feels like in my mouth. Now I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

“Alexei-”

“Please? I’ll be careful.”

He sighs. “Will you stop if you get a headache or something?”

“Yes.”

“Promise me.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I promise.”

There are those cute teeth again, biting his bottom lip, leaving an imprint. I wish they’d make an imprint on me.

“Okay.”

He kisses me, deep and hungry, and I start grinding against him automatically.

“You’re sure it won’t frustrate you?”

“The only thing that’s gonna frustrate me is if you don’t let me help you come.”

His eyelids get heavy and I know I’ve got him.

“There’s some lube in the drawer.”

I open his drawer. Notice the condoms he has in there and try not to think about him having sex with someone else. His past is none of my business. He’s here with me now and that’s what matters.

When I’ve squeezed some of the lube out into the palm of my hand, I wrap it around him and enjoy watching him come apart under me. He kicks the comforter away, giving me an unrestricted view of his naked body.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

His face glows as he takes in my praise, so I keep it up. Planting kisses on his face and neck between watching him.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for so long. Since the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you. Like this. In my bed, watching you come apart for me. Fantasizing about you. Wanting you, so bad.”

“Alexei.” He moans. “Don’t stop.”

I pump his cock while he loses control. His legs splayed open, his head thrashing on the pillow. The sound of my hand and the lube on his cock making my hard-on ache behind my sweats.

“I want you,” he moans. “Please.”

“I got you baby, come for me, come for me.”

He arches his back and throws his head back. His cock leaking until it starts shooting cum onto his chest and stomach.

He moans, his eyelids fluttering and his eyes rolling before he collapses, flinching from my hand when he gets too sensitive to touch.

I watch him catch his breath on the pillow, lost in that haze of post orgasm euphoria.

Usually, right about here is where the guilt and shame would start to creep in. I wait for it to flood his features, but it doesn’t. He looks serene as he smiles up at me, covering his face as he laughs.

“Oh my god, did you watch me come?”

“Of course I did.” I smile.

“I have such an ugly come face.”

My smile instantly turns into a scowl. “No you don’t, who told you that?”

Before he can say anything I realize.

“Serious question, how mad would you be if I kicked that guy’s ass?”

“I meant what I said when I told you I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be getting hurt.”

He puts his hand on my face. “It’s kinda sexy that you wanna beat people up for me. But I don’t want you to actually do it. I don’t need you to.”

I bend down and kiss him, groaning at how good his lips taste.

“How’s your head?” He asks.

“Which one?”

He laughs.

“Because the one between my legs is wondering why I’m being such an asshole.”

“You can’t come at all right? It’s too much with a concussion.”

I could lie to him, but dying on him, no matter how unlikely, would really suck.

“Yeah, it’s too much.”

“Sorry for getting you worked up with no place to go.”

Fuck, if he could stop biting his lip maybe I wouldn’t be aching so much right now. “It’s okay.”

I get up and wet a towel for him before going back into his room and wiping the cum off his chest and stomach.

He watches me, his eyes flickering between me and the towel, looking shy and turned on.

“How do you feel?” He asks. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore?”

“Does that count?”

He shrugs. “I guess you get to decide what counts as sex.”

“I don’t feel different.” I say honestly. “It felt like the most natural thing in the world.”