Encourage, but don't pressure him.

“Aaaah... That makes things make a bit more sense. It's fine. Nothing to feel weird about,” you reassure him, and he looks back up to you. “Do you want to?”

Dex presses his hips more firmly into yours, and you can feel he's hard. “Yeah, I think so.”

“We can go slow...” you hook your fingers in the hem of his shirt and start to lift it. “Is this ok?” you ask.

“Yeah, more than ok,” he lifts his arms with a smile.

You trail your fingertips up over his flat defined abs as you drag his shirt up, then over the curve of his smooth tight chest. Dex helps you pull it over his head and slips it off his arms. He leans back against the wall, letting you take a look at his dark, defined dancer's body.

“I've been waiting to taste these...” you stoop to press your lips to one of his tight nipples, and it hardens even more against your lips. Dex lets out his breath and arches into your touch. You trail your lips across his chest to his other nipple and squeeze the nub lightly between your front teeth. He lets out a little gasp, and you soothe it with your tongue. You stand up, wrapping your arms around Dex and pull him into a deep kiss. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms around your neck and opening his lips and meeting your tongue with his. Your tongues dance for a long moment, then you move and trail kisses across his jaw, then under his ear. “I want to turn you around and finish undressing you...”

“Ohmygodplease,” Dex gasps as you lick up his neck behind his ear.

You turn him around, and he leans on his arms against the wall. You lay a trail of kisses across his shoulders as you reach your hands around to explore his chest more thoroughly, pricking your fingernails against his nipples. He presses his ass against you and lets out something like a soft whine. Your fingers move down and trace the ridges in his abs, over his belly button, then to the waist of his jeans. You quickly unbutton and unzip them, then hook your thumbs between his underwear and the taut skin of his lower belly. You can feel Dex hold his breath, but he doesn't protest.

You work his remaining clothes down over his firm round ass and let them slide loosely down his legs. Dex quickly kicks them off and stands, naked in your arms. You press your jean-clad crotch against his smooth bare backside, and he presses back into you, again. Your hands return to Dex's hips and slowly slide around to his belly, following the hard ridges of his obliques downward...

Dex presses his cheek to the wall and closes his eyes with a sharp sigh when your fingertips finally find the base of his cock. You wrap one hand around the hard shaft and cup his sack with the other. Dex spreads his legs a little further and thrusts into your hand.

You roll his balls gently between your fingers and stroke the tight skin of his cock slower than he seems to want to thrust, keeping his movements somewhat restrained. You move your hand up his length and massage the underside of the head firmly while your other hand slides behind his balls, lightly stroking across his perineum. As your fingertips find the wrinkled flesh of his hole, you feel it shiver and then tighten. “Do you want to try enjoying this?” you murmur in Dex's ear.