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“You know,” Rome starts when Pick pulls back after pressing his lips against Rome’s. “You can kiss me now, right?” He says, stressing the word kiss to make a point.
“And what the fuck do you think I was doing just now, huh?” Pick retorts, narrowing his eyes in an annoyed voice. “Cartwheels?”
Rome blinks at Pick. “That’s how you kiss?”
“Oy!” Pick shouts. “What’s the problem with the way I kiss?”
“None,” Rome says, trying to muffle a laughter. “If you’re middle schooler.”
The tips of Pick’s ears turn red and Rome waits for his boyfriend to shout at him, but instead he averts his eyes and crosses his arms in a defensive stance.
“Hey,” Rome puts his hand over Pick’s shoulder, who flinches under his touch to Rome’s shock. “What’s going on, Phee?”
Pick takes a deep breath, leaning back on his couch. He seems uncomfortable as if the first chance he had, he’d bolt out of the door even though they’re at his house.
“I’m not...very good at that,” He admits, avoiding eye contact. “Dating stuff in general.”
“I thought you had many girlfriends?” Rome asks, turning his head to look at him.
Pick snorts at him. “Two girlfriends are not that many.”
Rome’s eyes widen in shock before looking at Pick consideringly. Pick was probably one of the most attractive men Rome had ever met, so it was kind of mind-blowing to know that he had dated around more than his boyfriend.
His silence attracts Pick’s attention and, when Rome notices that Pick is looking at him with something akin to uncertainty, Rome snaps out of his thoughts.
He smiles gently at Pick, batting his eyelashes at him the way Rome knew Pick found alluring. “That’s not a problem, Phee. I can teach you,” Rome licks his lips and watches Pick’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue before glancing back at Rome.
Pick remains silent, just staring back at Rome. He takes it as permission to proceed. He offers Pick another smile before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling himself up enough to straddle Pick’s lap, resting his knees in either side of Pick’s thighs. A soft gasp escapes Pick’s lips and Rome has to control himself to not press anywhere near Pick’s dick.
Pick places his hands over Rome’s hips, keeping their eyes locked in a gaze. Rome leans close enough that their lips are almost brushing against each other.
“I like starting kisses by sucking on the bottom lip first,” Rome says before trapping Pick’s lower lip between his, appreciating the feeling of finally putting his mouth where he had been craving for so long.
Reluctantly, Rome pulls away just to be able to mutter against Pick’s mouth. “Then, I enjoy licking the lips like this,” he describes, pressing the tip of his tongue between Pick’s lips and then tracing them softly. Pick moans against him, his mouth falling open. Rome groans back, biting slightly at Pick’s lips in response. Hot desire coils in Rome's lower belly, making him grasp the back of Pick’s head and tug at his hair.
It's like Pick comes to life under his touch. If the moment before he was letting Rome lead the kiss, now he’s taking control of it and that only makes Rome hard. Pick pulls Rome closer, wrapping his arms around Rome’s waist in a tight grip as his mouth moves under Rome’s. It’s everything Rome had ever wanted and he couldn’t believe he’s finally getting it.
Rome feels the urgency in Pick’s kiss, his tongue parting Rome’s lips and, as Rome opens up to him, Pick takes control. Rome digs his nails into the back of Pick's head, scratching it slightly. He loses himself into the kiss, letting his need for Pick drown his senses. He feels lightheaded, but he doesn’t stop the kiss. He lets Pick kiss him for as long as he wants.
When Pick pulls back, Rome wants to follow him with his mouth but he stops himself. For a second, he’s afraid they took it too far too fast. Trembling, Rome leans away and looks at Pick.
The sight of Pick, seeming so out of breath, with his lips red and swollen, his hair in disarray and his eyes slightly hazy makes Rome weak in the knees. Pick looks so turned on and disheveled and so so so sexy that all Rome wants is to push him down and make Pick fuck him hard and fast.
However, the way Pick is holding himself gets Rome’s attention. There’s hesitancy in his stance and that forces Rome to collect himself. He licks his lips and draws away, slipping out of Pick’s lap to sit beside him on the couch.
“Holy shit,” he hears Pick mutter and, for a fraction of second, he’s afraid that Pick is about to have another gay panic and kick him out. He turns to look at Pick and a relieved laughter escapes his lips at his boyfriend's expression.
“What?” Pick asks, looking confused.
“You look like you enjoyed yourself a lot, huh?” Rome teases him, pointing at the cushion Pick put over his lap in a failed attempt to mask his hard on.
“As if you’re any better,” Picks waves at Rome’s lower half.
“I just made out with my sexy boyfriend, of course I’m hard,” Rome says, sending Pick a lewd look that makes him blush. Rome smiles at Pick’s reaction, a feeling of happiness warming him from within.
Phee , Rome thinks as he reaches out to caress Pick’s rosy cheek, I love you so much.