shi-no-toge:

Alan gained a bit of confidence, assuming that the noise Eric had made was a good one. Another soft moan, and he slowly moved to taste Eric properly, playing his tongue against his. It was very intense for someone like Alan, who in previous relationships had shared nothing more than gentle pecks, but Eric was guiding him, holding his hand. Ordinarily Alan rather despised being treated as though he were delicate, but in moments like these he cherished it.

Eric moaned appreciatively against Alan’s lips, and raided him for each and every sweet, delicate taste he could sample. Their tongues knocked and rolled, danced awkwardly as first, precious kisses after entailed. “N-ngh…” His fingers laced with his lover’s and held his hand with care. It wasn’t that Alan was delicate – but precious, a treasure that he’d never let become lost.