Nothing in the suite had changed — but they had.
No one spoke. No one pulled away.
Kyle only said, quietly, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
P didn’t answer. He just stayed.
Kyle deepened the kiss, and P responded by pulling his shirt over his head. Bare-chested now, Kyle felt P’s hands moving over him slowly, deliberately — as if trying to memorize every detail.
When one of those hands reached the waistband of his pants, P stopped.
He pulled back just enough for their foreheads to rest together.
“Kyle,” he said softly, “the rules apply to you too. Not just to me. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I want your first time to be a good memory.”
Kyle’s breathing was uneven, but he still managed to smile.
“P… have you seen the state I’m in?” he murmured. “I’m hard af.”
P silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, tongues tangling — until something clicked in Kyle’s mind.
“Sorry,” he breathed, pulling back just slightly. “Can we go to the bedroom?”
P nodded.
That was all it took.
Kyle lifted him effortlessly, following the direction P pointed toward — and carried them both out of the room.
Kyle stumbled, and they fell onto the bed together — but even then, they didn’t pull apart. P started removing his corset, making things easier for Kyle.
Kyle took the opportunity to pull off his own shirt at the same time. When their bodies pressed together, goosebumps spread all over them.
The kisses stayed intense, breaking only long enough to catch their breath. P’s hands roamed over Kyle’s body again, once more reaching the waistband of his pants. He didn’t move further — he waited for a sign.
Kyle placed his hand over P’s, applying just enough pressure for him to understand. His mouth moved to P’s neck, kissing and sucking at his skin.
P moaned openly with every kiss, every patch of skin claimed.
“Damn it… keep going, Kyle.”
Kyle pulled back to remove the rest of his pants, slipping out of his boxers as well. P propped himself up on his elbows, watching, unable to stop himself from commenting.
Kyle blushed immediately but shook his head.
P’s eyes widened in admiration, but he respected it.
Kyle didn’t waste time. He moved back to undressing P, dragging his tongue over his abs and down his V-line.
“Mmm… did you say no because you want to be first?” P managed between moans. “Be my guest.”
Kyle didn’t stop. The moment he could, he took P fully into his mouth in one motion.
P writhed, moaning loudly, trying to keep his gaze fixed on Kyle. One of Kyle’s hands pressed against P’s lower back, encouraging the arch, while the other settled against his inner thigh.
Kyle tested different rhythms, watching closely. When P’s moans grew louder, Kyle smiled — he’d found it — and kept going.
P threaded one hand into Kyle’s hair, tightening his grip, while the other covered his own mouth to muffle the sounds.
Kyle noticed. Without slowing, he pulled P’s hand away from his mouth and pinned it beside his body.
P understood immediately. He nodded, and Kyle released his wrist — but this time, his hand didn’t return to P’s thigh. Instead, it moved lower, adding pressure where it mattered.
P was close. Kyle knew it — but he didn’t stop.
“K-Kyle… stop. Not yet. Please.”
Kyle went down one last time before pulling away.
