He was on top of me but I turned the tables and had him pinned. Then I picked him up and laid him on my bed, but instead of snuggling up to him I pinned him.

“Aki, what are you doing?” Arlo asked.

I kissed him, gently, on his lips, another simple lip to lip kiss. He looked so sexy under me.

“Aki, I think you should get some sleep.” Arlo liked it but then pushed me off after a moment.

“Okay.” I understood he was worried., I couldn’t blame him.

Over the next few months leading up to my birthday we kept our relationship secret, because he was worried about how people would react and if they’d treat him differently. I understood, I wanted him to come out on his own terms, and he never had to if he wanted. He also started sleeping over, it helped with my insomnia cause I actually got sleep! I also learned from Dr. Xu I have an eating disorder, because Arlo was worried about how little I was eating; if I ate at all, I got better with food and put on a healthy 25 pounds. What felt nice too was that he made it clear the morning after we started dating he wanted to take it slow, I of course was willing to take it slow because it was his first relationship with a man. He also kept his promise and handed me the civil corps commissions, which Higgs thanks me for deeply.

I was cooking dinner and like usual, well what's usual now, he was in a hoodie of mine and watching me cook. But he was unusually quiet.

“Babe, what’s up?” I decided to figure it out.

“I… are you okay with us not being extremely intimate?” Arlo asked back.

“Oh course.” I answered, “What makes you ask that?”

“Well I was reading an old novel I had for some reason, and it was a romance and it moved quicker than we are… so I guess un just worried that you don’t like how slow we’re taking it.” Arlo answered.

“Hey, everybody is different; and that makes every relationship different. And that’s okay." I comforted him.

“Are you sure you don’t mind it?” Arlo seemed unsure about my answer.

“I’m sure. Because just because I have experience doesn’t mean I don’t want to just fuck, I don’t love you for how you look or what we might be like in bed, I want you because you’re kind and sweet. Your personality is what I’m looking at when it comes to these things. So I’ll go slow with you.” I replied.

“Okay.” Arlo smiled.

We ate dinner together and Arlo did the dishes, after because he said it was only fair since I cooked. So I was chilling in my room waiting. Arlo came into my room after a bit, he got on the bed in a position that basically pinned me.

“Can I kiss you?” Arlo asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

He leaned down and the kiss started as a general lips touch one but then it changed, he was French kissing me. I took this chance to flip our positions with me now pinning Arlo with one of my legs between his and one arm positioned above his head for support as I grabbed his back with my other hand. Our lips locked with our tongues as the locks and keys. He tasted so good, like mint? He ate a mint didn’t he? I was ravaging his mouth as if he was a food that I needed.

Arlo pushed me away after a bit; “I… need to breathe…” Arlo said the rough gasps for air.

“Okay.” I could hold my breath for a while so I wasn’t affected like he was as he was panting for oxygen. “Did you like the kiss?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s not like anything I’ve experienced… but… it, it felt so good to have you so close… Can I have you closer?” Arlo answered.

“Yes, you can.”

I went back to ravaging his mouth, our teeth clashing a bit but it felt so good. I felt Arlo move one of his hands to my lower back as his hand crept up. I liked the touch and didn’t stop him. I got closer to Arlo, I’d moved my leg up a bit creeping up to him as whole; forgetting the placement of my leg.

“Hmgh!” I heard Arlo let out a sweet sounding moan.

I pulled away to let him breathe and whispered in his ear, “You sound so sweet. It’s kind of addicting.”

“Aki, your knee.” Arlo blushed, as he tried to tell me something.

“Hm? What about my knee?” I was a bit confused.

“It’s…” Arlo seemed hesitant and flustered about it.

I thought about it for a bit, then it hit me, my knee was basically grinding against him when I got closer.

“Oh! Arlo, I'm so sorry!” I got off of him and gave him space and felt kinda embarrassed about what I did.

“No I… I kind of liked it.” Arlo blushed and hesitated as he told me what he thought about it, “I’ve never done something like that and I really liked it. Can… Can we do that again?”

“We can.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek. “When you want to do it again.”

“I… kind of want to do it again. Like… now if you want to? And maybe a bit more?” Arlo asked.

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked.

“Yes, it… it was nice and I liked it…” Arlo was clearly a bit embarrassed.

“What do you mean by “a bit more”? Like how much more?” I didn’t want to push him or anything, and I don’t think I’m ready to show all of my scars.

“I think… I want you to keep kissing me, and I want to see where it leads, we can stop when either you or I want to of course.” Arlo answered.

“For such a strong physically presenting person you’re such a bottom.” I chuckled.

Arlo’s face flushed red as I kissed him again, of course our teeth clashed and I put an arm under his back to hold him closer to me. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. Arlo seemed to want the same; I could tell as he put his hands through my hair to pull my face close.