That makes sense. Yohan's answer makes sense and it feels like the obvious answer, but the question sprung to Hayun's mind and he had to ask it. Clear up any possible confusion, of which there is still much. This is just as much about learning as it is about having sex with his first boyfriend for the first time. He reduces the number of fingers in the circle back down to one and then drops his hands to his sides.
"I'll tell you." One of the easiest things he's ever agreed to. He doesn't want his first time to be remembered for how much it hurt, or how long he had to suffer through the pain of it before he started to feel anything else. He wants to be able to remember this as the night he was intimate for the first time when a man he really cares about, and who really cares about him. "If it gets painful, I'll tell you right away."
Hayun unconsciously pulls his own robe a little more tightly around himself when Yohan's falls to the floor. His eyes follow its descent, and then that of the flannel pyjamas as well. He knows what the pile of clothing on the floor means and yet it takes him a little by surprise when he looks back up at Yohan and sees that the man has been laid bare before him. He would've liked to be subtle as he took in the full scope of Yohan's body, but he's not. He's very open in the way he looks Yohan over, giving each part of his body equal attention (save for the scar and the man's dick. His eyes linger on the scar a little longer than the rest, and he gives Yohan's dick a little less attention. He's trying to not get caught back up in 'how is that going to fit?' since, even with the very straightforward explanation, it doesn't make sense again). He's just as beautiful out of clothing as he is in them. Maybe a little more, actually. The well-defined muscle and beautifully even tanned skin. A stark contrast to his thin, pale boyfriend.
Loosening his grip on his own robe, Hayun pushes it back off of his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. That's as far as he goes, though. He's still left standing there in his pyjama pants and t-shirt, as well as hsi heavy sweater. He'd intended on undressing himself, like Yohan did, but he doesn't get very far. He even tucks his hands into the pocket of his sweater as though to indicate that he'll make it no further on his own.
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"I'll tell you." One of the easiest things he's ever agreed to. He doesn't want his first time to be remembered for how much it hurt, or how long he had to suffer through the pain of it before he started to feel anything else. He wants to be able to remember this as the night he was intimate for the first time when a man he really cares about, and who really cares about him. "If it gets painful, I'll tell you right away."
Hayun unconsciously pulls his own robe a little more tightly around himself when Yohan's falls to the floor. His eyes follow its descent, and then that of the flannel pyjamas as well. He knows what the pile of clothing on the floor means and yet it takes him a little by surprise when he looks back up at Yohan and sees that the man has been laid bare before him. He would've liked to be subtle as he took in the full scope of Yohan's body, but he's not. He's very open in the way he looks Yohan over, giving each part of his body equal attention (save for the scar and the man's dick. His eyes linger on the scar a little longer than the rest, and he gives Yohan's dick a little less attention. He's trying to not get caught back up in 'how is that going to fit?' since, even with the very straightforward explanation, it doesn't make sense again). He's just as beautiful out of clothing as he is in them. Maybe a little more, actually. The well-defined muscle and beautifully even tanned skin. A stark contrast to his thin, pale boyfriend.
Loosening his grip on his own robe, Hayun pushes it back off of his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. That's as far as he goes, though. He's still left standing there in his pyjama pants and t-shirt, as well as hsi heavy sweater. He'd intended on undressing himself, like Yohan did, but he doesn't get very far. He even tucks his hands into the pocket of his sweater as though to indicate that he'll make it no further on his own.
"Less nervous."