It took a few seconds until he did as he’d been told. His pretty, wet eyes gazed at Craig, the uncertainty clear to see.
“Do you still not understand how those scars don’t define you?” He paused to make sure he got this right. “Your beauty doesn’t, either. It’s your sweetness and loyalty and courage and all the other wonderful words in the world that describe what an awesome human being you are. When I see you, I want with a fierce ache that scares me. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. More importantly, though, I adore who you are and enjoy your company. Sitting across from you while eating ice cream was as wonderful as making love could ever be. I know you liked that evening we shared, too, so please trust me that we can have a good time in bed, as well.”
He held out his hand when he was only a foot away. “Come… Let me show you.”
Alun didn’t hesitate to take his hand. The show of trust made Craig’s knees a little weak. Don’t fuck this up.
He pulled Alun gently into an embrace and kissed him. Like the first time, he kept it light and easy. As he took that mouth, he also moved to shut the window without looking at it. As nice as the breeze was, he didn’t want Alun to feel like they had an audience. It wasn’t yet clear to him how far he would take things. All he knew was that Alun had to be shown how special he was. Words were easy and cheap. He’d take it slow and let Alun tell him when and if it got to be too much.
“You’re in control,” he said as he broke the kiss. “I know you’re looking to me to make decisions, but in this, it’s critical that you are okay with each step we take. I am going to honor your request to lead, but it ends right at the moment you say it’s too much. Don’t hesitate to do so. You cannot disappoint me, whatever you do. Understand?”
Alun nodded and allowed himself to be settled on the bed. As he lay there looking up at Craig, his lovely dick started to rise. Such a relief. A person’s body was a good barometer of how they felt, naturally, although he wasn’t going to take that for a clear ‘yes’. Abuse victims could react physically even when they were hurt and horrified. Alun’s erection wasn’t necessarily a green light.
He was nevertheless going to take it as a good sign, and he smiled as he started stripping off his clothes. “That’s what I like to see. Keep it up, sweetheart. You’re making me very happy, and it’s my personal mission to do the same for you.”
Alun’s only reply was an answering smile, and seeing him relax, even a little bit, eased Craig’s worry. The avid way in which his lover watched him reveal himself was another relief, as well as an ego-booster. It was no surprise that his cock was hard and ready when he freed it. Alun’s eyes went wide.
“I won’t hurt you,” he was quick to reassure him. Little Craig was very big. He was used to basking in the awe of size queens. With Alun, he worried that it would appear to be too much like a weapon.
The man laid waste to that worry with a simple, “It’s wonderful.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He sat on the high, soft bed, facing away from Alun for a brief moment to marshal his courage before swinging his legs up to lie next to him. For a short while, he stayed there, allowing Alun to adjust to the hip-to-hip contact with full-on skin, no clothing to act as chaperones. The contrast in their coloring was interesting. He’d slept with white guys plenty in his day, but he’d never spent any time contemplating the difference. It had always been about getting off as quickly and as often as necessary. Long, lingering time in bed hadn’t been part of the program. Right now, though, he felt no hurry to get to the good stuff, because simply being with Alun was the good stuff.
“We’re so different.” Alun ran one finger down Craig’s thigh. His cock jerked, which seemed to amuse Alun, seeing as how he smiled and did it again.
“It’s only skin. In most other ways, we’re the same.”