Tutor!Pope who tries so desperately to stay focused on helping you out with your homework but all he's been able to do is stare at your lips and the way you tap your pen against them or chew on the end without a thought or consideration for the fact that you're making it incredibly difficult to do his job. Listening intently to everything he explains and how he explains it, making notes in the margins and making idle small talk between chapters of work. Shy, sweet Pope who had only ever dreamed of being this close to you now can't find the words to tell you that he really, really wants to kiss you. So he just insists you still need his help for the next few weeks, at least until after your next test, so you'll just have to keep meeting up and studying together...

Your first time with Pope is more awkward than you'll ever admit, but it was a wholesome experience all the same. With yourself being a little more experienced it's down to you to make sure he's comfortable and you talk to him the whole time, reassuring him and holding him close, nails scratching over his back and shoulders, which makes him bite back a moan. The whole evening is just spent encouraging him to experiment and learn what he likes, what you like etc etc and it might not be the most sustained sex ever, but that's sure to change after that point.

Your first kiss with Pope is awkward. The way his lips feel against yours isn't bad, but he's almost too stunned to move. You're kissing him and your lips taste like the orange you ate half an hour ago, tart and citrus-y but soft from your favourite lip balm. His hands shake as they find your waist and little by little you ease him into it. He finally relaxes enough and can't ignore the way his stomach flips when you curl a hand around the nape of his neck and deepen the kiss with a gentle push of your tongue. His neck and ears get hot but he can't bare to pull away to catch his breath because kissing you is a new kind of addictive.