Chapter 17 The Only One (18+)

After the crew explain to them three times that all cameras were now really turned off and finally said goodbye, the six of them stood on the beach for a while.

A while that was filled with quiet joy and sizzling longing.

"Shall we have another cocktail?" asked Tutor, who admittedly felt a rapid excitement fluttering within him.

His body showed the typical signs of a newly enamored fool who doesn't know how to frame the next moment.

He scratched his head far too often in that silent while and his hands sweated.

His stomach tingled so intensely that he tried to cut off the butterflies' oxygen by holding his breath.

And that look from Yim made him all the more nervous.

Why is he looking like that?

So deep.

So lovely.

Those cheeks, so alluring when he smiled.

Tutor's heart pumped faster and faster the treacherous amounts of blood into the finest veins of his skin at this look.

And Yim smirked dreamily at the sight of Tutor covered in shame.

No cameras, then.

A whole new perspective.

"I'd love one of your delicious cocktails!" purred Yim, slowly approaching Tutor.

He just stood next to him, but Tutor's heart suddenly beat so fast he was almost dizzy.

What was wrong with him?

They had become much closer here, after all.

They kissed and hugged each other.

Why does he react like a schoolboy now, when Yim just stands at his side?

Why does this closeness leave such a tingle on his skin?

No cameras.

That should actually relax him more.

Instead, Tutor feels an excitement that he didn't even encounter in such a form before big performances.

"We're pulling out! You guys have a good night!", NuNew smiled broadly and pulled Zee behind him.

A grinning happy Pi could still hear Nat's giggling in the background as his NuNew's tender hand pulled him into heavenly togetherness.

"What are you giggling about?" grinned Max at his Nong.

Nat bit his lower lip, stood on tiptoe, and approached his love's ravishing face.

Until the tip of his nose touched his cheek and he received from the scent of his skin the surest bliss of love.

A cameraless night with the love of his life.

He pressed his lips against the skin of his love and smiled contentedly.

And Max felt the wild beating of his heart.

A phenomenon that belongs only to Nat.

"I'm just glad the two of them have some time to themselves now!" declared Nat with a deep look, "I'd like to be alone with you now, too!" he purred.

And Max's embarrassed smile awakened Nat's joyful chuckle.

Max put his arms around Nat's waist and kissed the top of his head.

"We're pulling out, too!" his deep voice rang out.

And there they were, the excited tutor and the overly pleased Yim standing alone on the beach.

Yim looked over at him and caught him rubbing his neck shyly.

So cute.

Tutor is so cute when he's embarrassed.

And Yim decided to give him the assurance.

He stood in front of him and took his face in his hands.

In Tutor's eyes, his excitement was so clear to read.

"Are you okay?", Tutor saw those delicious lips forming, "You seem tense," Yim whispered, stroking his face with his thumbs.

Tutor could only try to nod confidently.

Stay cool, Tutor!

Take it easy!

And he only casually dared to look Yim in the eye.

He didn't need to.

He felt his gaze and finally his tender hands move from his cheeks to the back.

Yim put his arms around Tutor's neck and came a little closer to him.

And more butterflies flapped their wild wings inside Tutor's body.

He struggled for composure.

The essential oxygen entered his lungs faster and faster.

Yim heard Tutor's quickening breath and caught sight of his delicious lips sucking for air.

He felt so close to him.

And his hands began to tickle Tutor's hair.

He wanted to give him peace.

Calm down, Tutor.

And he brought his face to his neck and rested his cheek against Tutor's flushed one.

"Are you only relaxed when the cameras are on us?" he whispered in his ear, irritating Tutor, "Or did it all belong to the cameras?", Tutor felt a beat arrive in his heart.

And even if this new closeness just knocked him over.

Made him freeze.

Now he feels a powerful wave crashing inside him.

No shame.

No embarrassment.

Not even this immense excitement can now prevent him from proving to Yim that their closeness, their moments, were not merely for the cameras.

And so he is finally master of his body again.

He reaches for Yim's body, presses it against his, grabs his neck and closes the last distance.

Soft tender warmth.

Sugar-sweet lips.

Weightless bliss.

A sensual tingle spreads through their bodies as their lips tenderly wet each other.

Nibbling each other tenderly.

And the tip of Tutor's tongue even dares to taste those heavenly lips.

Yim melts in his arms and his hot moist breath escapes.

And his opened lips grant Tutor entrance.

To taste him more.

To lose himself in him.

To draw him into a delicate dance with his tongue.

Sucking lips taste the softest sweetness.

Hot tongues nestle against sensual intoxication in ever tighter tact.

Hot wet feast.

Until a sensual moan rises in their tenderly demanding mouths.

Yim's hands glide over Tutor's back.

Digging firmly into his skin as he lets their kiss deepen.

A hot wave flows through his body and he presses himself harder and harder against Tutor.

Until they take each other's breath away and their arousal presents itself firmly.

And Tutor sighs as Yim suddenly breaks their kiss.

Their lips can barely keep their distance.

Their hot breath dances.

And Tutor presses Yim's body even tighter against his hungry lap.

Yim pauses and looks into Tutor's sensual eyes.

"Tutor!" he purrs the name of the glowing body in his hands.

"Mhmmm!", Tutor growls in deep arousal.

"I don't know! I mean. I've never! Well, you know!" he tries to say.

Tutor senses Yim's uncertainty and takes his face in his hands.

"You've never what?" he asks tenderly.

Yim can't hold his gaze.

Now it is he who cannot hide the blush.

He bites his lustily swollen lower lip, triggering a demanding impulse in Tutor.

He pulls Yim back into a tender kiss and begins sucking on his delicious lower lip.

Yim moans out and holds Tutor's face.

He wants to tell him.

He has to tell him, after all.

"Wait!" he whispers between Tutor's hot lips, "Me!" he can't control his tongue and invades his partner's mouth driving him out of his mind.

And they lose themselves again in a lust-driven kiss that leaves them both breathless.

And this time Tutor breaks their sensual tongue dance.

His hot breath caresses Yim's cheeks as he searches for his words.

"What do you want to tell me?" he asks him, kissing his cheeks.

Yim opens his eyes.

"I've never been with a man before. You know. I don't know if I'm doing this right!" he dares to whisper.

And Tutor's astonished look outrages Yim.

Doesn't he understand what he means?

Why is he looking like that?

"I mean, it doesn't really make any difference, does it?", Yim tries to explain.

But Tutor's eyes are still widened.

At least he's smirking now.

Maybe he's had some experience and finds it amusing that Yim brings it up at all.

Yim can't let that rest on him.

It can't be that hard to exchange sexual intimacy with a man.

He is a man himself.

He knows what feels good, doesn't he?

Kissing definitely feels more than just right.

Maybe he should just try it.

He doesn't want to seem so inexperienced in front of Tutor.

And before Tutor can even react.

Before he can reassure Yim and tell him that he, too, has never exchanged sexual tenderness with a man.

That they can take their time after all.

That he enjoys Yim's closeness so much and that his marshmallow lips are quite enough for him.

Wandering Yim's hand along his torso, daring him to go further and further to his pleasure center.

And a hot hand lays on his even hotter lust.

And begins to knead it tenderly.

Tutor holds his breath as he looks at the kneading hand in his crotch.

Yim feels a hot surge hit his lap as he feels Tutor's ever-growing flame burning through his pants.

So this is what it feels like.

And he can't suppress his slight groan.

He wants more and more.

His arousal grows quivering as he kneads Tutors tighter and tighter.

So this is what it feels like.

And so many screaming impulses asking him to want more.

And he wants to touch his bulging glory without any distracting fabric.

To feel his heat and to do with him what his own crotch is screaming for right now.

More.

More.

And Tutor's frozen body begins to quiver in his hands.

He can't understand what's happening right now.

How loudly the fiery lust rages inside him.

How quickly the waves of his lust are surging inside him.

"Yim!" he moans, holding his hand tightly, "What are you doing?" his heart races, "We're on the beach. You can't do this here!" he pleads, cursing his mind.

He does want to.

Yim awakens his repressed, baser urges.

Hot images and fantasies pop into his head.

And he can barely contain himself.

"Yim, please!" he closes his eyes and swallows his moans, "Let's go to the villa!"

Yim, however, is not on the beach.

He's not even on this paradise island anymore.

He's gone with Tutor.

A hot current pulls them deeper and deeper into new spheres.

And Tutor's lips, forming sounds, finally pull Yim into the heavy attraction.

He lunges at Tutor's mouth, showing him his lust with his tongue as he kneads the bulging force in his hands.

Rubbing against it and gripping it tighter and tighter.

As if his own burning in his lap dictates the beat of his hands.

And Tutor's deep sound quivers in his mouth as he plays the melody of his own lust on it.

Untouched.

Never before has he felt the rising flush in his lap without being touched.

Tutor's pulsing flame in his hands is enough for him.

And his quivering whips him all the more intensely.

Tutor feels the peak of his lust reaching too fast and holds Yim with both hands.

He has to use a lot of strength to free himself from his sucking lips.

And he sees in his lust-filled eyes that he can't reach him.

And that sight makes his twitching hunger howl all the louder.

They've got to get out of here.

"Come!" demands Tutor in a deeply excited voice.

And he pulls Yim behind him.

And he feels the emptiness left by Yim's hands.

Quickly.

They must find a more comfortable place.

And so Tutor runs with Yim to a hammock.

Puts Yim in it.

And carefully lays on top of him.

And their burning, firm middles collide.

And Yim's soft groan, makes Tutor lose control.

He grabs Yim's hands and squeezes them together over his head.

To press himself even harder against him.

To show him his hunger with his tongue.

To rub himself harder and harder against his quivering body.

And as he hears Yim's hot sounds deepen, he frees his hands and slides down to their mutually inflaming middles.

And he finally gives them what they need.

His hand reaches into Yim's pants and makes him groan loudly.

And Tutor can feel his senses escalating.

He sees Yim's face flushed with lust.

His aroused eyes.

His red cheeks.

His wet lips open to the hottest sounds.

And he feels his bulging arousal pulsing strongly in his hand.

Tutor's heart explodes and he feels its peak climbing at breakneck speed.

And he thrusts with a firm grip.

And enjoys the sight of his quivering body with each thrust.

"Tutor!"; moans Yim's name, pouring more and more oil into his blazing flames, "I want too!" exclaims Yim, finally reaching into Tutor's pants.

And both moan wet hot as they pump the lust out of each other.

Harder and harder and with full force.

And wildly the hammock rocks between the tall coconut trees.

Until two deep sighs in faltering trains together reach their highest peak.

And, enclosing each other, seek their wild breath.

"Yim!" exclaims Tutor his partner's name, "I've never been with another man either!" he declares, peering into Yim's relieved eyes.

He lies snuggled on top of Yim and they are both giggling now.

"So I'm your first?" flirts Yim, grinning.

Tutor presses his lips to Yim's and pulls his face forward a bit again.

"And I hope you stay the only one forever!" whispers Tutor, nuzzling his face against Yim's neck.

Yim's emotion rolls down his red cheeks.

"I want to be your only one forever!" he whispers to Tutor, and they linger in their intimate embrace in the hammock.

Until later, when they head for the white villa.

The white villa on a night without cameras.

A first night in which they promise each other to be the only one.