"You’ve never?" I’d clearly surprised Rin, who released his hold on my hips.
Sliding my legs down, I sat up, somewhat distracted by what it felt like to do that while he was inside me. "I’ve had one boyfriend, and it took him until a week before I was leaving to get me into bed. We did practice diligently, but most of your list is going to be new to me."
I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but after a moment’s pause he pulled out of me and sat back down. I hopped off the table, and gestured for him to move the chair a little so I could kneel on grass instead of path.
"There’s nothing complicated," he said, a note of amusement entering his voice as I contemplated the oversized mouthful before me. "Lots of licking, especially along the shaft. Cover your teeth with your lips when sucking. You’re not going to be able to get much more than the head in, but you can use your hands as well. Feel free to move your tongue about when sucking, but once you start sucking, I like it best if you don’t let up."
Glancing up at him, I found he’d recovered his faint smile, but with a hint of malice that lent him the air of a dissipated god. Rin really was not at all like the true gentleman image he presented in school. But I found this interesting as well, and leaned down to experimentally give the shaft of his penis a tiny, glancing lick.
It twitched in response, and I blinked, then lightly ran my tongue along one of the veins forming a bulge along the shaft. Another twitch. Deciding now was not the moment to start making comparisons to small animals, I tried poking my tongue at the very base of his penis and then running up the length of it.
"Do that again," Rin said.
I glanced up at him, and saw his eyes were now a mere glimmer beneath heavy lashes. He’d grown very intent, very quickly, and I could hear a shift in his breathing as I obeyed.
"Again, but this time just blow on it."
I obliged, and then followed the next instruction, and the next, and grew very certain that the Simon says challenge was one of Rin’s suggestions. His voice grew huskier the further we went, and I knew he was struggling to hold himself back, even before I did my best to get his penis into my mouth.
As he’d predicted, I couldn’t manage to get much further than the head, but obeyed orders to clasp my hands around the shaft, and rub while I sucked. I choked a little when he came, but recovered, and followed his command to keep sucking as he shrank. That, at least, allowed me to fit more of him in my mouth.
"Come back up here, Cheshire."
I stood up at his gesture, and sat sideways on his lap. He wrapped his unbroken arm around my waist, and began nuzzling my throat, but in a lazy fashion. This went on for a pleasant interlude until he leaned back on the iron chair and then flinched upright, and I remembered the bruises on his back.
Wriggling free, I circled him and contemplated the patches of deep purple. He’d been hit by some heavy stuff, and was lucky to not have broken ribs—or a cracked skull.
"Painkillers wearing off?" I asked. "Want me to make some more tea?"
He sighed, but then said: "Please."
I grabbed my clothes and dressed while the water was boiling. Rin didn’t stay sitting, but put his pants back on and fetched a couple of pill bottles. He also soaked a face towel with the remaining hot water and asked me to hold it on his back. We sat on the couch and drank while I held the towel to his back. He clearly wasn’t inclined to chat, the good mood I’d fostered having dissipated almost completely. Deciding it was a losing game trying to coax him out of the sullens, I left as soon as the towel had grown cold.
Thirteen
Friday was the last school day before the mid-term break. I was hoping for Kyou, but found Bran sitting on one edge of the picnic table. I straddled the top of the wall for a moment, contemplating him. If it had been Kyou, I would have asked why Rin was in such a filthy mood, and then we would have enjoyed each other a lot, and I would have slept well tonight. Reminding myself that, if nothing else, Bran was an exquisite kisser, I dropped down into the garden and walked over to him.
He looked at me expressionlessly, then took out one of his wireless earbuds and offered it to me.
I tilted my head, put the earbud in, and listened to the strains of The Blue Danube.
"Now, if I see you wearing headphones, this is what I’m going to picture you listening to," I said.
"You wouldn’t necessarily be wrong," he said, his harsh voice flat. He stood up and held out a hand to me. "Basic waltz is simple enough. Once you’ve learned the steps it’s more a matter of practice so that you can talk to your partner and avoid colliding with things."
Lessons at Corascur. Today, dance steps. Yesterday, a guide to oral sex. I worked to hide my amusement, taking Bran’s hand and putting my other on his shoulder. He talked briefly about hand position, and then had me listen for the beat in the music.
"We step with each beat. First beat, right foot back, next beat, left foot back and left. Shift weight to your left foot without moving your right. Slide your right foot to your left."
Once I discovered Bran and Meggan had been dance partners, I’d had some doubts about waltzing with him, but he sounded mainly bored, not upset, so I decided there would be little drama and concentrated on the dancing. I didn’t master the motions immediately, and had to count to keep the beat, but I at least didn’t step on him.
"A couple of sessions should be enough to at least get you looking somewhere other than your feet," Bran said, at a point where I’d grown thoroughly sick of The Blue Danube. He let go of my hand and turned off the music.
"I’ll thank you for your patience in advance, then," I said, handing him back the earbud. "I usually pick up sports reasonably quickly, but keeping to the beat seems to be tripping me up somehow."
"You can download waltzes where the 123 123 is dubbed over the top of the track, which can help in the early stages. Shadow dance to it until the basic motion is automatic."
This said, he reached out one hand to partially frame my face, lifted my chin a little, and kissed me.
It can’t be overstated enough that Bran really is an impossibly good kisser. I got very caught up very quickly, and found myself breathless and flushed and wanting more. And realised he had hold of both of my hands, keeping them firmly down by our sides whenever I made a motion to move them.
He didn’t want me to touch him?
I didn’t know how to react to that, letting him kiss me without making any effort to respond, for the first time really regretting agreeing to this game. If he didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to do this anymore. But before I could decide whether to declare that twenty minutes were up after no more than five minutes, he let go of my hands and put his hands on my shoulders, a downward pressure that I realised meant he wanted us to sit down.
The move caught me off-guard, and I knelt before I thought it through, then drew my breath to end things, only to be pushed onto my back so abruptly I let out a little squeak.
He stopped moving, frowning eyes checking my expression. His own was very intent, and his porcelain pale skin had been consumed by a hectic flush which made me re-evaluate his level of involvement. When I only blinked at him in confusion, he turned his attention to my body, and began undoing my shirt, placing a great deal of concentration on carefully undoing each button, all the way to the waistband of my shirt. He pulled it completely open, then almost tentatively shifted my bra upward, and then just sat regarding me.
"Smallish was an overstatement," he said. "Invisible when lying down."