Well he’s certainly curious to see his boyfriend naked. Bodies have a finite range and yet are always unique. There’s pleasure in the intimacy, like knowing a secret. And David is so beautiful. His eyes sweep in delight over that whole body, and yes, pleasure at seeing naked arousal on his love. For him. His fingers itch to touch, to see what sounds he can elicit, to see if David’s eyelids will flutter.
Then — Oh dear. It completely slipped his mind that insecurity may be an issue. Sometimes he forgets that just because something is abundantly clear to him doesn’t mean it’s abundantly clear to others. Guilt sours his stomach.
“David, look at me.” A hand goes to his face, turning it gently so that he can hold eye contact. “First, you are beautiful. All of you. I feel extremely lucky and spoiled to have fallen in love with a man who happens to be gorgeous.
“Second, even if for some reason that weren’t true, I am hardly going to hold something you have no control over as a detriment to my attraction to you. None of us chooses our body and quite frankly, it has little bearing on the kind of person it holds.”
He could stop here, just say some pretty words and avoid sharing that this can be a sensitive topic for him too. David deserves more than that though.
“You’ll have to forgive my oversight on this, my love. I have a demanding eye for aesthetic, but I don’t find myself physically attracted to others without already being attracted to their personality. I love bodies the way an artist does. And the way a lover does and I cannot wait to keep memorizing yours with eye, hand, and mouth alike. Please don’t feel nervous with me. You are radiant and I have not wanted anyone this much in…maybe ever.” His voice breaks a little. It’s hard to say that.
“I think I’ve been unfair in making you go first. My sincere apologies, dear one.”
He steps back to tug his own pants and undergarments off, betting that equal footing in vulnerability will soothe some of those nerves.
His own nerves are high for David’s reception to his words, but not for his body; he can’t change it, so what does is it matter? But if David is looking, he’ll find that gold hair goes all the way down, though is trimmed tidily. He’s fairly average in length, a little thin in girth, and uncut as is custom at home.
“And now I’ve given you a speech, because when I don’t know what to do i use my mouth.” He grins, hoping he’s lightened things again.
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Then — Oh dear. It completely slipped his mind that insecurity may be an issue. Sometimes he forgets that just because something is abundantly clear to him doesn’t mean it’s abundantly clear to others. Guilt sours his stomach.
“David, look at me.” A hand goes to his face, turning it gently so that he can hold eye contact. “First, you are beautiful. All of you. I feel extremely lucky and spoiled to have fallen in love with a man who happens to be gorgeous.
“Second, even if for some reason that weren’t true, I am hardly going to hold something you have no control over as a detriment to my attraction to you. None of us chooses our body and quite frankly, it has little bearing on the kind of person it holds.”
He could stop here, just say some pretty words and avoid sharing that this can be a sensitive topic for him too. David deserves more than that though.
“You’ll have to forgive my oversight on this, my love. I have a demanding eye for aesthetic, but I don’t find myself physically attracted to others without already being attracted to their personality. I love bodies the way an artist does. And the way a lover does and I cannot wait to keep memorizing yours with eye, hand, and mouth alike. Please don’t feel nervous with me. You are radiant and I have not wanted anyone this much in…maybe ever.” His voice breaks a little. It’s hard to say that.
“I think I’ve been unfair in making you go first. My sincere apologies, dear one.”
He steps back to tug his own pants and undergarments off, betting that equal footing in vulnerability will soothe some of those nerves.
His own nerves are high for David’s reception to his words, but not for his body; he can’t change it, so what does is it matter? But if David is looking, he’ll find that gold hair goes all the way down, though is trimmed tidily. He’s fairly average in length, a little thin in girth, and uncut as is custom at home.
“And now I’ve given you a speech, because when I don’t know what to do i use my mouth.” He grins, hoping he’s lightened things again.