Catalyst

Leo wants to laugh. He wants to cry, to hide his face, to run, to kiss, to hug, to...to do so many things, and yes, damn it all, yes he wants Roethe, but he is so confused now, so uncertain...

It is with a great effort of will that he pulls away from Roethe, lips quirking as the younger boy follows him before he realizes it, blushing and looking at Leo inquiringly, brow furrowing in confusion. Leo has to stay it, and not just to make himself feel better for what he's sure is about to happen. He needs to be certain that Roethe understands.

He has to know that he isn't a monster for feeling this way about the boy.

"I don't...want to hurt you, but if you keep on like this-" Leo starts, inside desperately yearning to completely ravage the boy beneath him, to steal his innocence again and again. He is silenced when Roethe puts a finger to his lips, and then guiltily feels pleased when the younger boy pulls him back down so that their bodies press together again.

"You...scare me sometimes, but I know you won't hurt me on purpose. You showed me how gentle you can be every day since you've gotten here, and you've taught me that not everyone is out to take advantage of me, that not everyone just wants to hurt me.

"I trust you, Leo."

It only takes Leo a moment of thoughtful silence to come to his decision after that, and soon they are blissfully grinding against one another, soft grunts and satisfied gasps.

Eventually, Leo finds time to slip out of his boxers and relieve Roethe of his, and the sudden contact, the fullness of himself sliding against the boy beneath him, takes his breath away. For all his promiscuity, his closet blowjobs and empty classroom adventures, he's never used a bed. Even ignoring that, he's never had such a close, personal connection before.

What was once little more than sexual exploration has become something altogether more intimate, and Leo is not at all disappointed with the sensation.

However, Leo is ready for a slightly...different feeling.

"Roethe..." Leo manages to croak out, a mischievous smile adorning his face. "I don't have any lube, so you're gonna have to..." he trails off, watching with a secret delight as the younger boy's face, already flushed, takes on a new shade of red. With effort, Leo pulls himself away from the boy, moving to sit against the headboard, lips quirking playfully as he fights a smirk at the shy expression on Roethe's face.

Leo finds his own expression quickly turning to one of surprise as the younger boy smoothly engulfs him. The silken feel of Roethe's lips draws a low moan from the older boy, Leo happily basking in the sensations. The younger boy's motions slowly become more hesitant, his eyes flicking upwards, seeking approval; Leo happily assures him that he's doing fine. The older boy suddenly closes his eyes tight, a throaty moan escaping his lips as Roethe pulls back to experimentally lick around the head of his length, before slowly engulfing all of Leo once more.

Leo nearly loses his composure when Roethe giggles around him.

Gasping, Leo pulls the younger boy off him, gently pressing him onto his back, glaring playfully. "That was naughty, and naughty boys should be punished. Are you ready to be punished, Roethe?"

The younger boy blushes again, swallowing nervously before nodding his head, once, eyes shut tightly when he feels the older boy's fingers begin to stretch him, gently. Leo murmurs for Roethe to relax, brushing some hair from the boy's face before leaning in, capturing young boy's lips in a gentle kiss, waiting until he is sure the boy beneath him is completely at ease.

Leo's draws his fingers from the boy slowly, breaking the kiss to look down at Roethe, his expression full of intensity, yet he begins to feel the now familiar conflict. His heart is hammering in his chest, his earlier playfulness replaced with apprehension; Leo wants this, he wants it so badly, but he doesn't want to hurt the boy beneath him. He can't help but be afraid that Roethe will stay no, and he worries at his lip at the thought.

Roethe opens his eyes, as though sensing the struggle in the usually confident boy above him. Though his eyes are wide, just as fearful of what is to come, they are also filled with trust, reassurance. Certainty.

"Please."

Leo lets out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and leans in to kiss Roethe as he presses himself completely into the boy. His fears are gone once again, replaced by the feeling of Roethe, all of Roethe. Only Roethe.

He can't help but hope that he will get to 'punish' Roethe more often.