yasmin

you and anton were tangled up on his bed, both breathing fast and shy. the lights were dim, only his purple led strip glowing softly. you were both in just underwear, legs tangled, faces inches apart.

anton’s cheeks were bright pink. his big hands kept fidgeting on your waist like he did not know what to do with them.

“can we… kiss more?” he whispered, voice all small and breathy. you nodded quickly, just as shy, and leaned in.

the kiss started soft and nervous, lips brushing, then slowly got deeper. you both whimpered into it at the same time. anton’s tongue shyly touched yours and you melted, sliding your hand up his chest. he made the cutest little sound and pulled you closer, one big hand cupping the back of your neck.

you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. you were soaked too. the kiss turned messier, more desperate. little moans and wet sounds filled the room as you both got braver.

“can i… touch you?” you whispered against his lips, voice trembling.

anton nodded so fast it was almost funny. “please… i want to touch you too.”

your hand slid down his stomach and wrapped around his cock over his boxers first. he gasped sharply, hips twitching. you tugged his boxers down just enough and wrapped your fingers around his bare length. he was so big and warm and already leaking.

“ah— fuck…” anton whimpered, forehead pressed to yours. his hand shook as he slipped it into your panties, fingers finding how wet you were. “you are so wet… is that because of me?”

you nodded, embarrassed but so turned on, stroking him slowly. “yes… you make me like this.”

he moaned softly and started rubbing your clit in gentle circles, matching your pace. both of you were breathing into each other’s mouths, kissing between whimpers.

“feels so good,” he whined, voice cracking. his long fingers slid down and pushed one inside you carefully. you moaned loudly and tightened your grip on his cock, stroking him faster.

you kept making out the whole time. sloppy, desperate kisses, tongues sliding together, little gasps whenever one of you hit a good spot. anton’s hips kept twitching into your hand, chasing the pleasure while his fingers curled inside you.

“you are so big…” you whispered shyly, thumb swirling over his leaking tip. “i love touching you like this.”

anton’s head fell back for a second, eyes fluttering. “your hand feels so much better than mine… please do not stop— i am so close already…”

you whimpered and kissed him harder, pumping him faster while his fingers sped up inside you. the wet sounds of his fingers and your hand on his cock filled the room. both of you were trembling, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“gonna cum—” you gasped, hips grinding against his hand.

“me too— together please—” anton begged, voice all broken and pretty.

you came first with a soft cry, clenching around his fingers. anton followed right after, moaning your name as he spilled all over your hand and his own stomach in thick pulses. you kept stroking him gently through it while he kept rubbing your clit until you were both oversensitive and shaking.

afterwards you stayed pressed together, breathing hard, faces buried in each other’s necks. anton’s arms wrapped around you tightly like he never wanted to let go.

“that was so good…” he whispered, voice hoarse and shy. “i love when we touch each other like that.”

you nodded, pressing little kisses to his collarbone. “me too. you make the prettiest sounds.”

anton hid his face in your hair, ears bright red. “stoppp you are embarrassing me…” but he was smiling so big, legs still tangled with yours.