Second Thoughts.

Asher couldn't help but laugh, scooping Aristotle up and kissing his temple. He took off his own underwear, then kneeling in front of Aristotle and sliding down his boxers, giving a quick kiss to the boy's member while he was down there.

Aristotle gasped loudly, no matter how many times Asher did this it just kept getting better for Aristotle. Everything Asher did just drove Aristotle wild.
The boy groaned loudly
"A-Asher!"

Asher flashed his lover a smile. Damn, that made him want to keep on, really suck him off but he resisted. He wanted Aristotle to last as long as possible tonight.
He got upright and wrapped his arms around Aristotle, kissing him sweetly and gently pulling him down on the bed.

Aristotle laid back on the bed, one of his elbows keeping him propped up as the other arm was used to pull Asher down with him, on top of him.
"Your really pretty Asher." He spoke in his sweet way, his lip twitching in sync with his erection.

"Thank you Ary..." He smiled lightly, his eyes shining with love for the slow boy..

"I love you too Asher." He nodded his head lightly, his hands, not very callused, actually rather soft rested on the other boys hips.

Asher thought a moment before deciding it didn't matter before crawling down and wrapping his lips around Aristotle's cock. He knew better than to pleasure him too much.

Aristotle let out a loud unglorified sound, his eyes wide and full of lust as his lovers lips wrapped around him, the other mans mouth surrounding him in its warm wet embrace.

Asher purred lightly around the thick girth. Unable to help himself, he bobbed his head once on the member, giving it a final kiss before pulling back and wiping his mouth slowly.

Aristotle let out a loud groan, watching his lover pull back, still connected to his member by a small string of saliva.
"A-Asher....." He licked his lips slowly, his eyes trailing over Asher's body. Not quite in a needing, wanting way. Aristotle did not think of his lover as sexy. In his eyes Asher was pretty. He didnt like the word sexy or what Chord had said it meant. Aristotle could live without sex. But he couldnt function with out his pretty, pretty Asher.

Asher smiled at him. Although, Aristotle definitely was sexy to him, desirable, Asher felt the same. If Aristotle didn't want to have sex anymore, he could live without it for him. But he wasn't sure he could live without Aristotle by his side...
He pulled Aristotle close to him on the bed, stroking the boy's hair.

Aristotle gave one of his large goofy grins, snuggling close to his lover.
"Awh I gots Asher lovin!" He drew in his raspy slow voice, content with just touching Asher.

"You want to prep me?" He asked, softly grinning at the childish comment.
He was expecting nothing out of the ordinary for them, just the usual, simple sex.

Aristotle almost nodded but he paused, chewing his lips.
"How would Asher want it?? Does Asher want prep?"

Asher smiled lightly, shocked at this.
"Asher wants... just a little prep." He let his lips brush Aristotle's cheek. What he really wanted was to be rimmed but he had come to terms with the fact that that would never happen a long time ago.

Aristotle nodded lightly, preparing himself for something he had been planning since he proposed.
"Uhm....Asher? Could you get on your knees and let me do it...Like that?" He questioned lightly, wearing one of the most confused looks ever.

A smile spread across Asher's face.
"Sure baby." He was so proud even if Aristotle didn't know the name for it, the fact that he knew it was possible to do it in a different position was shocking.

Yes he had been studying for this for a very long time. He had talked to Chord and he had even tried to do some research on the internet, which didnt go so well since his spelling was not all it should be considering how special he was. Aristotle watched Asher as he moved into position, his nerves jumping as his heart thudded in his chest. His nerves made it hard to continue being erect but he was managing.
Okay...He thought to himself, moving behind Asher and trying to see as if he was doing the normal preparation for the event. He spread Asher's cheeks slowly, his eyes examining his lovers well rounded butt.
He slowly leaned in, his breath against the skin but still he was trying to play coy about what he was doing.

Asher simply rested his head on the pillow, smiling brightly but not expecting anything more than the usual..

Aristotle stared at his lovers light pick pucker for a few seconds before slowly letting his tongue slide down Asher's crack, swirling as it moved over the other boys hole. Yes he was inexperienced but he was trying so hard to make thing memorable for his lover.

Asher gasped, almost crying out in his shock.
"A-Ary?" He peeked back, blinking at his lover. Was he really doing this for him?

Aristotle wore a look of total and utter focus. He was determined to do this for his lover and he wanted to do it well.
He let his tongue lightly dip into Asher's opening, his tongue warm and wet and it slithered around.

Asher's jaw dropped, a low moan sounding.
"Oh... Ary, thank you..." He could have cried this was so sweet. Aristotle had been so grossed out by the thought of this and yet he was doing it. And it couldn't have felt better.

Aristotle felt a small rise of pride in his chest. He felt like he was making Asher feel good and to him that was the best thing he could do. He slowly let his tongue slide into his lover, wiggling around in Asher's pert hole

"Oh Ary..." He groaned, his cock throbbing and leaking precum. This was so good...