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summary: Charles is ready to have his first time with you and you decide to indulge him but only by going step by step and taking things slow to not overwhelm your favorite boy
cw: smut, first time receiving a hj (m receiving), premature finish
It wasn’t that it had always been on Charles’s mind, or at least not until a few weeks ago when the trust between you two was growing as much as the possibility of going a little further into your relationship. But he wanted to be ready for you.
He had never told any of his last partners. He was embarrassed enough on his own to be parading it around. It was not like he didn’t trust you, of course he did, but he hated the mere thought of being able to lose you over something that stupid like the fact that he hadn’t slept with anyone yet.
So he started doing his researches, just in case the moment finally came and he had the chance to eventually make you feel good.
He looked all over, any type of web, videos and he even asked some friends that he trusted enough, so he finally had a solid image of what he should do.
Then, a few days later, it happened.
In the dim and cozy setting of his bedroom, Charles and you were on the bed, watching a movie. You had your arm around his waist, his was around your shoulders and your head rested on his chest. At first, everything was fine, relaxed, perfect even, until Charles suddenly felt your lips on his neck. It wasn’t new, but it always sent chills through his spine.
You moved higher, to his jaw, and then, you finally reached his lips.
It started slow, gentle, but when your hand unconsciously landed on his thigh, Charles couldn’t help but make it deeper, hungrier.
He didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but everything felt right.
However you couldn’t see it that way, because he seemed wavering, his hands even left your body when the kiss escalated, so you pulled back to get a good look at his face.
“Char? It’s okay if you don’t want to keep going,” you said.
Your breath was a little unsteady from the kiss but your words were very serious.
“No- no, please,” he pressed his mouth on yours, bringing you back into a messy kiss, "I've learned, I’ll do good,” he promised in a breath.
And that was when it hit you.
“Learned?” You pulled back again, caressing his cheek with a sweet smile, “Are you new to all of this?”
When Charles realised that he had revealed his secret, a blush covered his cheeks, and before he could think of an excuse, he nodded, not wanting to lie to you.
“How new?” you asked.
“Very,” he mumbled, looking down, completely embarrassed.
You smiled softly: you didn’t know he could get any cuter, but there he was.
“It’s alright, baby, I can teach you.”
His gaze turned back up to you, letting you see a little spark in his eyes.
“Really? You’re not mad?”
“With you? For this? Never.”
Charles grinned, and before you could react, his mouth was back onto yours, giving you - in a very direct way - all the permission you could ask for to keep things going.
You knew that the moment Charles and you would become intimate would happen, you just didn't know when. And today seemed to be that day.
The idea of having sex with your boyfriend made an appearance in your mind from time to time, especially after some heated make-out session that left you hot and bothered.
Taking your relationship with Charles a step further had started to nudge your thoughts at the multiple sights of his pink cheeks, swollen lips and lust clouded gaze on you after rough kissing, while his pants was obviously tented by what could only be heavy arousal and raw desire for you.
You never really acted on your thoughts until today. The reason? That Charles never looked comfortable once he came back from the post kiss bliss and your hand lingered on his lower stomach or high on his thighs. During those moments, he either kissed you again hungrily then withdrew if your touch came too close to his crotch or, instead, he pressed his knees together and squirmed like a flustered kid, trying but failing to hide the more than obvious outline of his erection. Each times you made an attempt at turning things hotter, Charles’s whole body tensed up. He became shy, which was so uncharacteristic of him, he stumbled on his words and he made use of any distraction or random topic to switch the atmosphere to a far less heated one.
Now, after his accidental confession, you understood why it always turned this way. His lack of experience was the culprit for his reluctance. You had noticed the pattern but didn't address the issue, thinking that if there was something to be said, Charles would speak up. It took time but finally, here it was, the truth was now out, and to say you didn't find it utterly sweet was an understatement.
“You're adorable,” you sighed longingly against his lips, feeling lucky to have such an adorable boyfriend who made your heart melt with everything he did.
“I am not,” Charles countered immediately, frowning.
You huffed with amusement at the retort which was less than convincing considering the pink hue on his cheeks.
“You are and you are not allowed to say the contrary,” you replied back.
However Charles was not one to back down from a discussion, so, the second you noticed he was about to retort again, you shut him up with another kiss, surprising him and engulfing any complaint inside your mouth, earning from him an involuntary squeak that made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
He could deny all he wanted, he definitely was the cutest.
His surprised little noise made you smile and deepen the kiss, seeking more closeness and creating a need for more inside you. You knew the feeling was shared because you could already see how hard Charles already was, a bulge was showing on the front of his jeans.
Closing his eyes, Charles let himself be carried away by the exquisite caresses of your tongue against his, warm and soft, moving at a languid and cautious pace, full of attention and care.
Charles followed your movements eagerly, messily, and he pressed harder his lips against yours with greed and desire, which made you grin harder, amused.
Eyes closed as well, one hand cupping his face, you tried to match his eagerness and his request to make the kiss rougher, letting the heat of the moment wash over you, sharing Charles’ feeling of need and excitement.
However, you weren't going to rush things. The moment had to be enjoyable for your boyfriend and, as the experienced person here, you slowly took over, deciding to control the situation more.
You positioned yourself above Charles by placing your legs on either side of his, sitting yourself on his lap, making his arousal collide with yours, which made him grunt in your mouth. The sound reverberated in your throat and made you shiver. Your whole body now felt warmer and a spark of desire bloomed inside your lower stomach.
Charles’s hands rested on your waist however his touch was light and marked by shyness. His clumsiness was obvious, you sensed he needed your guidance.
“I won’t break, you can hold tighter,” you encouraged in a whisper, stroking his ribs in a soothing gesture with your free hand.
“Yeah, uh, I know.” Charles tried to sound confident but the hesitation showed his doubts.
“You're nervous,” you teased lightly, knowing that he wouldn't like it.
“No, I'm not. I'm…you know, I’m…” Charles trailed off awkwardly, gesturing vaguely with his hand, “I'm learning.” He settled on saying, making a face of embarrassment.
You laughed lightly, entertained, and spared him more shame by giving him a quick open mouthed kiss, slower this time, as if it was the first time you did. This change of pace, surprising as it was, pleased Charles. It acted as a reminder of how your relationship started. Sweet, soft and innocent. Memories of the early days made your heart beat a little faster.
Both of your hands traveled on his body, from his shoulders to his chest, and ended on the waistband of his jeans. Interest, hope and expectation but also anxiety all at once lightened up Charles’s eyes at the warm feeling of your hands touching him lower. Things were about to become real and Charles chewed on his bottom lip lightly while waiting for your next move.
Your gaze locked into his, you stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking: “Do you trust me?” you asked in a low voice.
He scoffed as if he couldn't believe you would ask this, “‘Course I do.”
“So, trust me,” you murmured, “And let me know if anything feels too much, alright?”
He nodded without taking his eyes off you, giving you all the confidence you needed to go ahead with what you had in mind.
It was his first lesson with you, his very first intimate encounter. It also was a new stage in your relationship which was growing more and more serious. An inner joy and a feeling of pride in having created such a beautiful bond with Charles, made your heart flutter again. You wanted to take your time, pamper him, and be careful with him to not ruin anything you had both built until then.
Since Charles was a complete beginner, as he told you, you had a good idea of what kind of new sensation you were going to introduce him to first. One thing at a time, you would go step by step.
“I want you to relax,” you said, “Can you do that for me?”
“Why are you asking? Do I look tense?” Charles teased and you shook your head at that. If he was able to joke, it maybe meant he wasn’t as nervous as he seemed to be… until you started to set him free from the tightness of his jeans. Your hands just slid between his legs that his stomach tensed and his face fell. Charles’s doubts were back and very obvious. His nervousness was impossible to hide. You decided not to make a comment on that. Instead you smiled, sweet and encouraging, “Can I?”
Charles bit on his lower lip and replied in a whisper, “Yeah. Please.”
“Such a good boy for using your words,” you taunted, giving him a sly look.
Charles’ face turned a deeper shade of pink at the pet name he had never heard you use before. He felt ashamed for how responsive his body was to it: his cock twitched and precum was already wetting the front of his boxers. You chuckled at that. What you said was just a test, to see how he would react, and he didn’t disappoint. You could already know for sure that a lot of fun awaited you later once a few steps into your intimacy would have been reached. For now, you had to keep things soft and easy.
“This is in the way,” you said, pointing at his jeans and underwear.
“Well, you can…um, you can… remove it? Maybe?” Charles stammered, blushing harder.
You chuckled, “I can and I will.”
You acted on your words, lifting yourself off his lap and reaching for the pieces of clothing. Your boyfriend surprised you by helping with shaky hands from excitement or apprehension you didn’t know which. Eagerness, maybe. Despite his awkwardness and clumsiness, he truly wanted it. He pushed down his trousers with your help, he lifted his hips so you could pull off his boxers, leaving him bare down there. You sat back down on his lap. His underwear now rested to his mid-thigh, low enough but not fully pushed out of the way, the tip of his cock was already shining with precum. Just from a lot of kissing from you. How cute was it? A ton.
With utmost care, you delved your hand into the soft, dark curls at the base of his cock. You grazed the sensitive skin there, a light scratch of your nails that pulled a small, choked moan from the back of Charles’ throat.
You took a minute to admire your pretty boyfriend. He looked as hot as he looked adorable, even in this situation. Inexperience looked good on him.
“Lube?” you asked.
Charles nodded and grabbed the product from the bedside table. You poured a good quantity over your fingers then you took him in your hand and his breath hitched. For a solid second, Charles forgot how to breathe because of the delicate sensation of your warm touch on his shaft. The sensation of someone else’s hand around him was foreign. It was so different from what he was used to. Your way of holding him, the way your fingers felt against him, not exactly with the same pressure he usually applied, everything was so new that it felt overwhelming.
It was happening. It was real.
His very first sexual experiment.
With you, out of all people.
His first serious relationship that he hoped to last until marriage and kids and- oh, God. Billion questions jumped into his mind: where were the condoms he bought not long ago but hid out of shame? Would they even fit? Were you going to want to go all the way with him?
You noticed how tense he was and gently slapped his thigh with the hand that wasn’t on him.
“Hey, stop overthinking, I can hear you.”
“I- Uh, sorry. Sorry, it’s just… this is so weird,” Charles shyly admitted.
“For now,” you said before winking at him, “But it’s going to feel amazing in a second.”
He opened his mouth to ask something but instantly closed it when you started to move your hand.
Instinctively, Charles bucked his hips to meet your strokes in the perfect way so your fist could slightly brush against his tip, but when it actually happened the noise that left his mouth was close to being very obscene.
But he just couldn't help it.
Everything that you did was so amazing, so pleasurable, and it seemed to hit the right spots of his brain every single time your hand moved up and down.
Charles moaned loudly. He thrusted into your fist again, his eyes locked in yours, chest going up and down, cheeks glowing pink and some sweat wetting the strand of hair on his forehead. He looked angelic in the most lustful way and knowing it was because of you made you proud.
“So, so pretty for me,” you said, biting on your lower lip and trying to hide your cheeky smile while your hand kept on stroking him, “Your pretty face is literally begging me to let you cum.”
The strangled noise Charles made startled you for half a second.
It was just starting that it was already over: your words completely undid him, a high pitched and needy whine left Charles's mouth as his body tensed up and the boy spilled all over your fingers in a shuddering and noisy moan, back arching and head tilting back. Messy spurts of come coated your fist and your fingers.
Breathless, Charles came down from the orgasm, body going limp.
“Fuck, thank you… thank you,” he mumbled, eyes shut, not being able to process everything that happened.
“You came a lot,” you innocently commented.
You removed your hand, gently letting go of him. You were wiping your hand with a tissue you grabbed in the box on the nightstand when the reality that the moment was very short lived hit your boyfriend and he gasped.
“Shit! I'm sorry! That's so embarrassing. I'm-... I swear, I can last longer, I mean-”
A soft and fond smile spread across your lips.
“Hey, none of that, baby” you said, reassuring, “You did very good for me.”
Charles perked up and you leaned closer to him so your lips could reach his forehead, making him melt into any kind of contact that you were willing to give him.
“Don’t worry, babe,” you whispered, smiling, “It was only lesson one.”
