You step forward

You step forward until the head of your cock brushes Inigo’s lower lip.

He flinches at the first contact, eyes going wide. The wet spot on his pants has spread further. His mouth opens on instinct more than decision, and you feed him the first inch slowly, letting him taste the salt of your skin before you give him any more.

Kyle moves behind him. You hear the soft click of the lube bottle.

“Watch his breathing,” Kyle says, voice low and steady. “If it gets sharp and high, ease off. If it deepens, you can give him a little more. He’s never had anything in his mouth like this. Don’t teach him to panic.”

You follow the instruction. Inigo’s tongue flutters once, uncertain, then settles into a careful, clumsy suction. His eyes water almost immediately. You stay shallow, letting him get used to the weight and the heat. The comparison to Alan surfaces again without permission. Alan had taken you like he already knew the shape of your cock. This is different. This is teaching a body that has never done this before how to want it.

Kyle’s fingers press against Inigo’s entrance, slick and patient. The boy jolts, a startled sound vibrating around your cock. Kyle doesn’t push in yet. He just holds the pressure there, letting Inigo feel it.

“Feel that clench?” Kyle asks you. “That’s fear and curiosity at the same time. Wait for the curiosity to win. When the muscle softens even a little, that’s when you move.”

It takes almost a full minute. Inigo’s breathing stutters, then slowly lengthens. The tight ring under Kyle’s fingers loosens a fraction. Kyle sinks the first finger in to the second knuckle and holds still.

Inigo moans around your cock. The sound is broken and confused, but it isn’t pain.

Kyle works him open with the same measured patience, adding a second finger only when the first slides easily. He keeps talking, quiet coaching meant for you.

“See how his hips just twitched forward? That’s his body asking for more even while his head is still arguing. Give him the next inch of your cock when that happens. Not before.”

You do. Inigo’s throat tightens, then swallows around you. Tears track down his cheeks, but his hips push back against Kyle’s hand at the same time.

Kyle meets your eyes over Inigo’s shoulder and gives a small nod.

Then he curls both fingers and presses firmly against the spot that makes Inigo’s whole body jolt.