Ambrose swallowed and shifted nervously, flushing once more.

Reaching out with his free hand, Wyatt rested it on Ambrose’s hip, stilling him. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern.

Ambrose lowered his gaze as he flushed scarlet and swallowed before nodding. He chewed his lip as a smile graced his features. “U-um, Wyatt?” he asked softly chancing a glance up to meet concerned blue eyes.

“Yeah?” Wyatt asked, uncertain if Ambrose was really all right or not.

Ambrose’s flush deepened a moment and he lowered his gaze briefly once more. “C-can I…” he paused and exhaled a breath accompanied by a slightly nervous laugh and looked up at him once more after taking a deep breath. “C-can I kiss you?”

Wyatt blinked, taken aback by the suddenness of the request.

“I – I’m sorry,” Ambrose said when Wyatt didn’t respond right away. “I shouldn’t have asked. Forget it.”

“No,” Wyatt said, reaching out and gently grasping Ambrose’s hand when he started to move and looked back at him blinking. “No, its fine,” Wyatt explained. “I’m just surprised, that’s all…” He paused again and reached up, brushing a few damp stray locks from Ambrose’s face as he searched his eyes. “Y-you want to?”

Ambrose stilled, his breath hitching slightly as Wyatt searched his eyes feeling as though he was looking into his very soul and he swallowed before nodding slowly. “Y-yes,” he replied his voice barely more than a whisper. “Can I?” Ambrose asked after a moment when Wyatt didn’t answer.

Not trusting his voice or his own reaction to leaning up and kissing Ambrose himself, Wyatt swallowed and nodded, his lips parting ever so slightly.

Ambrose smiled and closed the distance between them with a long but chaste peck, sighing softly and closing his eyes as their lips met.

Wyatt blinked but then allowed his eyes to close, remembering how new everything would be to Ambrose; he’d said himself that he’d never been close to anyone after all. Wyatt hummed softly as his mind drifted over the fact that he’d just have to teach him.

Ambrose pulled back flushing slightly and lowered his gaze, but blinked when Wyatt caught his chin gently and swallowed.

“Come here,” Wyatt murmured, drawing Ambrose back carefully.

“Y-yes?” Ambrose asked, feeling somewhat nervous, his gaze shifting almost wildly.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Wyatt asked quietly, already knowing the answer he was likely to hear.

Ambrose swallowed and shook his head. “N-no,” he replied, his unease increasing. “W-well, D-DG… when s-she was a ch-child…” He paled slightly, swallowing again. “D-did I d-do something wrong?”

“No,” Wyatt replied gently with a soft smile. “It was fine as kisses go…”

Ambrose swallowed and a shiver went down his spine as Wyatt slid a hand around his neck, fingers brushing the hair at his nape. “B-but…” he asked.

“That kiss was more like you’d give to a child, that’s all,” Wyatt murmured.

“O-oh,” Ambrose replied and lowered his gaze, feeling scolded and inadequate at showing how he felt.

“Come on, Ambrose,” Wyatt said as he lifted Ambrose’s chin gently. “No hiding…”

Ambrose swallowed and met his gaze again and was slightly surprised when he saw no rejection in Wyatt’s eyes.

“Can I teach you how grown ups kiss now?” Wyatt asked arching a brow.

Ambrose swallowed and nodded despite the nervousness he felt.

“Alright then,” Wyatt said, releasing his chin but not moving the hand that rested at the base of Ambrose’s neck, cradling it. “Relax,” he murmured, shifting slightly closer.

Ambrose swallowed and exhaled heavily, nodding as he felt his muscles ease their tension, leaving his body.

“Good,” Wyatt murmured softly. He paused and shifted slightly, lowering his gaze before reaching up and taking one of Ambrose’s hands and moving slowly, wrapped it around his own neck.

Ambrose swallowed thickly as Wyatt looked up at him again and slid his other arm around Wyatt’s neck as well, feeling awkward and foolish, but was rewarded with a smile.

“Relax,” Wyatt murmured once more, feeling Ambrose’s body stiffen once more. “It’s alright, you’re doing fine… Now, close your eyes and don’t think, just feel.”

Ambrose swallowed once more and nodded slightly before closing his eyes though he still felt rather foolish.

Leaning in, Wyatt allowed his eyes to drift close and exhaled softly as he met Ambrose’s lips once more.

Ambrose hummed at the feeling of Wyatt’s lips against his own but jumped, drawing back with a surprise gasp when Wyatt opened his mouth and brushed his tongue over his lips and blinked.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt asked.

Ambrose swallowed and nodded somewhat shakily, noting that Wyatt seemed undisturbed.

“You sure?” Wyatt asked, noticing how nervous he seemed.

“Y-yeah,” Ambrose replied. “Just – just a – a little confused I guess. A-and surprised.”

“Confused?” Wyatt asked reaching up and caressing Ambrose’s cheek. “What’s got you confused?”

Ambrose wrinkled his brow. “The um…” he began and swallowed, flushing slightly as he met Wyatt’s gaze. “W-when you…” He paused again and exhaled heavily before trying again, “W-with your tongue…what was that for?”

Wyatt smiled and shook his head, chuckling softly.

Ambrose blinked, uncertain what he’d said to get such a reaction.

Sobering with difficulty upon seeing Ambrose’s expression, Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not laughing at you, Sweetheart,” he said, hoping to assuage the other man. “It’s just…” he said and paused as another chuckle escaped. “I – I’ve never had to answer a question like that, that’s all.”

Ambrose swallowed, feeling rather uncomfortable and out of place, sliding his arms down and wrapping them around himself feeling more foolish and ignorant than he had in ages, averting his gaze.

“It’s not a bad question,” Wyatt assured him, caressing his cheek to draw his attention once more. “It was just a little unexpected, that’s all.”

Ambrose swallowed looking at him warily.

Wyatt sighed heavily. “Well, I guess to answer your question, it was a request.”

“A request?” Ambrose reiterated, wrinkling his brow.

“Mmm hmm,” Wyatt replied with a nod. “Kind of like asking permission.”

Ambrose blinked in confusion. “Permission for what?”

“For going farther,” Wyatt replied, but hastily added, “But I don’t want to push you.”

Ambrose swallowed, lowering his gaze thoughtfully for a moment, relaxing his arms once more before flexing his fingers idly. “An-and h-how would one reply to such a request?” he asked, looking up at Wyatt once more.

“Well, if you want to stop, like you just did…” Wyatt answered.

“And if I don’t?” Ambrose asked.

Wyatt swallowed thickly. He had to hand it to Ambrose, even if he didn’t mean to be, he could sure be blunt, forcing you to think upon your answers even in uncomfortable situations. Finding no other way to explain, Wyatt decided bluntness called for bluntness. “Well,” he said and exhaled a breath. “If you don’t, you can extend an invitation or give your permission to go further just by opening your mouth.”

Ambrose wrinkled his brow in confusion.

“It really is harder to explain kissing than just doing it,” Wyatt said. “But a nip, nibble or tug at the lip is the same as a caress of the tongue,” he added. “They are all just requests that can be granted or denied. It’s up to you, and we don’t have to go any further than kissing if you don’t want. It’s not something I’m expecting of you, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Ambrose swallowed, rubbing his arms slowly and averting his gaze as he digested what Wyatt said. “Y-you won’t leave if I don’t?” he asked uncertainly, looking at Wyatt warily once more.

Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart,” he murmured.

Ambrose swallowed again and nodded jerkily.

“You want to try that again?” Wyatt asked to make sure.

“Y-yes,” Ambrose murmured, clenching his fists to still their shaking before reaching out and touching Wyatt’s chest and sliding his hands up around his neck once more, releasing a shaky breath through parted lips.

“Stay,” Wyatt replied softly, catching Ambrose’s chin gently as they moved closer once more.

Ambrose trembled slightly and a soft whimper escaped his throat as Wyatt’s lips met his once more and his eyes fluttered closed.

Wyatt hummed as he kissed Ambrose’s lips, before moving from top to bottom, nipping and tugging gently, but Ambrose only returned kisses as he had before. Exhaling softly through his nose, he slid his hand from Ambrose’s chin, up along his jaw and felt it shudder and jerk as though he was uncertain about opening his mouth and allowing Wyatt to go further or not. Parting his own lips a little further, Wyatt once more caressed Ambrose’s lips with his tongue.

Ambrose started, jerking slightly as he gasped in surprise once more, and tipped his head to rest his forehead against Wyatt’s moving his mouth away. “S-sorry,” Ambrose panted softly, his heart racing in his chest.

“Don’t be,” Wyatt murmured in reply. “It’s okay.”

Ambrose trembled and swallowed thickly, shaking his head as it rested against Wyatt’s. “N-no,” he murmured and closed his eyes. “I – I want to… I do. I – I’m just sc-scared.”

Wyatt closed his eyes as though in pain for a moment. “I won’t hurt you, Ambrose,” he said softly. “I won’t push you if you want to stop.”

“I – I know,” Ambrose replied. “I-it’s not that…”

“What is it?” Wyatt asked gently.

“N-never having been close to anyone…” Ambrose answered. “I – I don’t know what to do…”

Wyatt exhaled softly and wrapped his arms around Ambrose. He swallowed when Ambrose trembled against him. “I’m scared, too, you know?” he murmured softly.

Ambrose blinked, pulling back enough to look at him in surprise. “You are?”

Wyatt nodded, swallowing thickly once more.

“W-what are you scared of?” Ambrose asked curiously though his voice was soft. He’d heard that Wyatt Cain, head of palace security wasn’t afraid of anything.

“Pushing you,” Wyatt murmured averting his gazed to his hand as he trailed it lightly along Ambrose’s jaw, his throat tight. “Hurting you,” he continued, looking up to meet Ambrose’s brown eyes once more. “You’ve been hurt so much… I don’t want to add to it.”

Ambrose’s breath hitched for a moment and he exhaled softly before resting his forehead against Wyatt’s once more. Swallowing, he closed his eyes for a moment and they sat quietly. “I – I don’t want to stop yet,” Ambrose said quietly after a few minutes.

“No?” Wyatt asked.

Ambrose shook his head as it rested against Wyatt’s. “No,” he murmured. “You – you said to feel, not think…”

“Ambrose…” Wyatt said warningly. “That’s not exactly how I meant it.”

Ambrose opened his eyes and met Wyatt’s gaze. “I feel warm, hot even… my heart’s pounding, my breath’s short… my chest feels tight and I want more… I – I’m scared, but I want more… I can still feel your lips against mine…”

Wyatt swallowed thickly. “And you want more,” he asked huskily.

Ambrose nodded. “Y-yes,” he murmured softly, his breath hitching.

Moving slowly, Wyatt reached up and cupped his cheek as he leaned closer and caught Ambrose’s lips once more, feeling the gentle caress of Ambrose’s breath against his lips before the last of the distance between them was bridged.

Ambrose sighed softly, relaxing into Wyatt and returning the kiss.

Wyatt nipped and nibbled at Ambrose’s lips, worrying them gently when he felt him relax against him. Deciding to try once more, Wyatt caressed Ambrose’s lips with his tongue again.

Ambrose gasped, pulling back slightly though he rested his forehead against Wyatt’s once more as he panted softly. “S-sorry,” he murmured and swallowed dryly.

“W-want to stop?” Wyatt asked, his breath coming in soft pants as well.

Ambrose swallowed thickly and shook his head slightly. “N-no…” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Trust me…” Wyatt murmured huskily. “I’ll lead, you follow.” Needing no further prompting as Ambrose nodded; Wyatt leaned in to claim his lips once more.

Ambrose keened softly in surprise, tightening his arms around Wyatt’s neck as his breath hitched once more before coming fast and deep through his nose.

Wyatt nibbled at Ambrose’s bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before giving it a gentle tug.

Ambrose swallowed, remembering what Wyatt had said about inviting and granting permission and slowly, almost hesitantly opened his mouth.

Wyatt hummed and slid his tongue passed the threshold of Ambrose’s lips, sliding the hand that had been cupping his cheek back to cradle and support his neck.

Ambrose keened in surprise once more and shifted in Wyatt’s lap, moving closer, tightening his hold on him as he shuddered when he felt a spark not unlike electricity race through him just as Wyatt’s tongue caressed and wrapped around his own.

Wyatt groaned low in his throat, tightening his arm around Ambrose and drawing him closer as he continued the kiss.

Ambrose whimpered and arched his hips, trying to get closer and pulled his hands back from around Wyatt’s neck to cradle his face instead as he learned the rhythm of this new dance.

Wyatt gasped in surprise at Ambrose’s movements, breaking the kiss and panting heavily.

Ambrose mewled in protest, arching his hips once more as he tried to get closer.

“A-Ambrose,” Wyatt panted before burying his face in Ambrose’s neck to muffle a groan.

Ambrose panted open mouthed, still trying to get closer. “Oh…” he gasped softly, his body feeling like a live wire. “Wyatt… what-what’s happening?”

Wyatt blinked, pulling back and looking at him in surprised disbelief at the question. He swallowed thickly seeing Ambrose’s expression and cloudy eyes. “Ambrose,” Wyatt murmured reaching up and brushing the hair gently out of his face. “Ambrose, listen to me…”

Ambrose closed his mouth briefly as he swallowed and his body shuddered as he tried once more to get closer to Wyatt and he cried out softly in frustration.

Moving quickly this time, Wyatt slid one arm under Ambrose’s, then reached up cradling his head, wrapping the other securely around his waist and pulling him flush against him as he shuddered again. “Shh,” Wyatt murmured in his ear. “Calm down, Sweetheart.”

Ambrose swallowed thickly. “What – what’s happening?” he asked again, trembling against Wyatt. He swallowed once more, his throat dry and his tongue feeling thick in his throat. “I – I feel…”

“Shh,” Wyatt murmured and rocked with him gently. “It’s okay…” He paused as Ambrose trembled against him once more and then chuckled low in his throat. “You’re just turned on…”

“T-turned on?” Ambrose panted, blinking somewhat dazedly in confusion.

“Yeah,” Wyatt answered holding him close and rocking with him again and chuckling softly. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t mean to laugh. I just didn’t think kissing you like that would affect you so much.”

Ambrose closed his eyes as his body trembled once more, moving his hand to Wyatt’s shoulder and resting his head on it, grazing his fingers with his teeth as he worried his lip, whimpering as Wyatt continued to rock with him. “W-what’s ‘turned on’?” he asked after a moment, swallowing dryly.

“It means that you want things you might not be ready for,” Wyatt murmured, exhaling softly.

“W-want to be closer to you,” Ambrose replied. “Feel you.”

“I know,” Wyatt answered softly, continuing to rock with him.

Ambrose swallowed. “F-feel tingly…” he murmured. “Wyatt…?” he asked, lifting his head to look at him.

“Yeah,” Wyatt replied, noticing Ambrose’s gaze still appeared clouded.

“W-want to feel you….” Ambrose said softly. “Touch me, please…”

Wyatt exhaled a slow, shaky breath through his nose and closed his eyes. “Where?” he asked, returning his gaze to Ambrose’s clouded chocolate gaze.

“Everywhere,” Ambrose whispered wantonly in reply and shuddered again.

Wyatt closed his eyes once more and took a deep, shaky breath, swallowing thickly. “I – I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…” he replied.

Ambrose exhaled softly and keened, leaning in and kissing Wyatt. “Why…” he breathed, breaking the kiss and slumping against Wyatt as he rolled his hips once more.

“Be–,” Wyatt began before breaking off, his breath hitching at Ambrose’s movement. “Because you’re not ready…”

“But I am,” Ambrose murmured and gazed thoughtfully at Wyatt’s neck before giving the tanned column an experimental lick.

Wyatt stiffened, inhaling sharply and gritting his teeth, biting back a groan. “No… you’re not,” he gasped.

Ambrose hummed softly. “Wyatt…” he whispered wantonly. “I – I feel like I’m going to explode…”

Wyatt tightened his arms around Ambrose, holding him closer.

Ambrose groaned arching against him, using his hands on Wyatt’s shoulders for leverage and closed his eyes as his body trembled once more. “Please,” he whispered.

“If I do,” Wyatt replied softly against his ear. “Then you will…”

Ambrose groaned once more and blinked, briefly distracted. “W-what do you mean?”

Wyatt swallowed. “If I touch you now, you will explode,” he said softly, cradling Ambrose’s head at the base of his neck.

Ambrose whimpered and arched against him once more. “W-want to…” he replied, his breath hitching slightly. “H-hurts… t-too much pressure…”

Wyatt bit back a groan and closed his eyes tightly. “W-would be more comfortable… what you want… if you shed your clothes,” he murmured, opening his eyes and swallowing thickly. “But I don’t think you’re ready for that yet…”

“No…” Ambrose returned, inhaling deeply as he arched against Wyatt, tilting his head back and groaning low in his throat. “Wyatt…” he gasped, his breath hitching once more. “Touch me, please…”

Wyatt closed his eyes once more, squeezing them shut briefly. Shifting, he moved forward, rising to his knees and carefully laying Ambrose back upon the mat. “Forgive me,” he breathed softly against Ambrose’s temple.

Ambrose blinked up at him in slight confusion as Wyatt shifted on the mat moving over him.

Wyatt swallowed dryly. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured. “I’ll touch you, Ambrose, but I don’t want to hurt you with pushing you too far too fast… so you’ll at least be dressed.”

Ambrose nodded slightly. “Yes, please,” he said softly.

Shifting his weight between his arms, Wyatt chewed his lip thoughtfully for a moment, wondering if he could chance waiting until they were at least in a more appropriate place, but meeting Ambrose’s clouded gaze, he knew that he was too far gone, and too close to release to make it that far now as he whimpered and squirmed restlessly beneath him, pleading with his eyes.

Exhaling a shuddering breath, Wyatt leaned down between Ambrose’s legs, and shifted his weight to one arm as he reached up and gently brushed the stray damp locks out of his face. “I’m sorry, Ambrose,” he said softly. “I wish we were somewhere else better suited to this, but it’s a little late for that now… I would have wanted this to be special for you.”

Ambrose swallowed audibly and trembled as he held Wyatt’s gaze. “P-please, Wyatt…” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Wyatt nodded jerkily and reached out with a slightly trembling hand, placing it firmly on Ambrose’s chest before sliding it slowly to one side over one of his pectorals.

Ambrose inhaled sharply, arching up into the touch and dropping his hips, groaning as he closed his eyes.

Swallowing, Wyatt watched Ambrose as he caressed his chest through his shirt, the material sliding this way and that over his overheated, hypersensitive skin. Moving lower as Ambrose trembled, Wyatt paused, blinking when his fingers brushed braided leather and cool metal and looked down to find Ambrose’s belt. Pulling back slightly, he tugged at it to loosen it and began to unfasten it.

“Wyatt?” Ambrose asked, blinking and looking up at him at him in confusion.

“It’s okay,” Wyatt replied, looking up at him. “I’m just going to remove your belt and your shoes…you can’t feel anything through them very well…”

Ambrose swallowed and nodded slightly, shifting with a groan to allow Wyatt room enough to remove his belt.

Wyatt sat up and moved back after removing Ambrose’s belt, setting it carefully to the side and one foot at a time, tugged at the laces of the soft soled shoes Ambrose had put on for their sparring match.

Ambrose whimpered softly as another shudder coursed through him and closed his eyes.

Wyatt swallowed dryly as he moved back over Ambrose, kneeling between his legs once more and leaned down, his weight on his forearms as he leaned in, capturing his lips.

Ambrose keened arching his hips, his feet planted firmly on the mat.

Wyatt gasped, breaking the kiss and groaned low in his throat as Ambrose arched into him at just the right angle and they collided, groaning in chorus as their mutually hard cocks became acquainted despite the chaperone provided by their clothing.

Exhaling against Wyatt’s lips, Ambrose opened his mouth, panting softly a moment before closing it briefly as he swallowed. “W-Wyatt…” he whispered trying to catch his breath, his head spinning.

Wyatt moaned softly moving enough to lay the top of his head against the mat as he panted so that their mingled breath wouldn’t make them anymore light headed. “Mmm hmm,” he murmured in reply before continuing to pant softly.

Ambrose rolled his eyes closed as he turned his head toward Wyatt, whimpering softly. “T-touch me…” he whispered softly. “Please…”

Wyatt groaned, slowly rolling his face toward the mat, burying it there briefly before turning to face Ambrose. “Where?”

Ambrose whimpered once more and arched his hips, so that he and Wyatt collided the same way they had before and he inhaled sharply, hissing between his teeth as he bit back a cry. “T-there…” Ambrose replied, his voice nothing more than a hoarse, shrill whisper.

Wyatt closed his eyes groaning softly and swallowed, licking his dry lips. “A-are you sure?” he asked, finally gaining control of his breathing.

“Y-yes,” Ambrose replied with a soft gasp. “F-feels s-so good…”

Wyatt groaned as he watched Ambrose’s head lull from side to side and saw the expression on his face. Shifting awkwardly, unable to support his weight any more, Wyatt moved so that he lay with half his body on Ambrose, and looped a foot around his, pulling his legs slightly further apart as he did so.

Ambrose moaned, panting softly through parted lips as his head continued to lull slowly from side to side

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Wyatt murmured, his head nearly resting on Ambrose’s shoulder in the position he lay in. He swallowed and flexed his fingers to stop his hand from trembling and then settling it carefully but firmly over Ambrose’s abdomen before sliding it lower to cup his cock and sack gently through his trousers.

Ambrose gasped, opening his eyes in surprise, stiffening briefly, his breath hitching before he shuddered and panted.

Wyatt lifted his head slightly and leaned in giving him a languid kiss as he began caressing and massaging Ambrose’s cock carefully through his trousers, rolling his sack gently in his palm.

Ambrose whimpered his eyes rolling closed once more as he reached up and wrapped his arms lazily around Wyatt’s neck as he returned the kiss and tentatively began arching his hips in time with Wyatt’s movements.

Wyatt groaned low in his throat as he continued the languid kiss a moment before breaking it so that Ambrose could breathe easier when he heard his breathing increase through his nose and amplified the pace at which he caressed Ambrose’s body.

Panting heavily through parted lips, Ambrose keened and augmented the rate of his hips to match Wyatt’s pace once more and gasped as his body shuddered again.

Wyatt hummed as Ambrose shuddered against him. “Come for me, Sweetheart…” he murmured and leaned over, kissing Ambrose on the cheek.

Ambrose blinked in confusion at the murmured command. “C-come?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm,” Wyatt murmured, nuzzling Ambrose’s cheek with his nose. “Let go…” he urged gently. “You don’t need to hold back…”

Ambrose swallowed and panted heavily as his eyes drifted closed once more and gasped, his body stiffening and all voluntary movement ceasing as a series of near violent shuddering seized him and he cried out before collapsing in a panting, trembling heap a moment later.

Wyatt hummed softly and nuzzled Ambrose’s cheek near his ear.

Ambrose shuddered again as Wyatt’s breath against his ear sent a chill down his spine.

“Did you like that, Sweetheart?” Wyatt murmured. “Is that what you wanted?”

Ambrose shuddered again. “Y-yes,” he gasped, continuing to pant heavily.

“Good,” Wyatt murmured, rolling to his back and drawing Ambrose into his arms. “I’m glad.”

Ambrose exhaled softly as he nestled into Wyatt’s arms, his body continuing to tremble as he recovered. Licking his lips, he made a face as he shifted, not opening his eyes. “Sticky…” he muttered.

Wyatt chuckled softly and kissed his temple. “Told you it would be more comfortable without clothing,” he replied with a smile. “I didn’t want to push you though… I’m sorry.”

Ambrose exhaled deeply, sighing softly. “You didn’t,” he murmured tiredly.

Wyatt didn’t reply other than to kiss his temple gently once more.