There was still one very large obstacle to overcome; the dreams that came once or twice weekly, which would cause the young man to wake screaming.  He would always say he couldn’t remember them, but when Quinn had taken him into his arms one night to comfort him, he’d asked the older man to stay with him that night.  It had been the beginning of a new phase in their relationship.  Due to the tropical climate, Quinn slept in the nude, and had therefore not been wearing anything under the robe he wore as he was passing the young man’s room when he started screaming.  His protégé refused to let him go long enough to don even underwear, and he’d spent a very uncomfortable night reviewing the driest and most difficult brain teasers
and mathematical problems he could think of while a warm, soft body he most definitely wanted to touch nestled trustingly in his arms.
 

He eventually dropped off from sheer exhaustion, only to wake a few hours later to discover his bedmate was enthusiastically stroking his cock.  He gritted his teeth and gently disengaged the fingers wrapped tightly around him.  "I told you before you didn’t have to do that."

Soft, warm lips nuzzled his neck before whispering, "I want to.  Please, let me love you."  He guided the older man’s hand to his erect penis, wrapping the larger hand around it.  "Touch me.  I want you to.  You asked me once, ‘Is that what you want?’ and I told you I needed to think.  Now I know what I want, and it is you. I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and make love to
me."
 

John cradled his would-be lover’s jaw between thumb and forefinger, and kissed him long and passionately.  "My little snowflake, are you certain?  I couldn’t bear to cause you a moment’s pain; it would rip out my heart to see you hurt.  I care for you a great deal, far more than is wise."
 

"I am certain," came the answer, "I want you," followed by a kiss on the neck, "tonight," another kiss, "tomorrow," more kisses, trailing down his chest, pausing to nibble and lick his collarbone, "and every night you’ll have me," finally making his way to a nipple to gently feast upon it with lips, teeth, and tongue.
 

His soon-to-be lover ceased mentally calculating the approximate positions of the planets in the solar system and started responding to his partner’s attentions.
 

The first thing he did was pull the young man’s head up for another searing kiss.  Then he rolled them both over so he was looking down into his eyes. Seeing only desire and no fear, he started his odyssey of kisses, licks and nibbles across his lover.  He started by placing gentle kisses across his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and chin, nibbling and licking ears and jawline. Across his neck and collar bones, nipping and licking his Adam’s apple. Over his shoulder and down his arm, sucking each finger like a miniature cock and lapping his palm as if it were full of sweetest nectar.  Back up his arm, trailing licks and nips across his collar bones to his other arm where he repeated the process, to the moans and pleas of the man beneath him: "Oh, yes, oh yes, oh please, oh please, more, more, more, don’t stop, don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstop DON'T STOP!"
 

John wasn’t about to stop; he was just getting started.  Down his lover’s chest, mindful of the light dusting of golden hair, teasing his nipples to hardness with licks, nibbles, and kisses.  Nipping and licking along his ribs.  Kisses across his belly, pausing to French kiss his navel and nibble his hip bones.  Nuzzling the stiffer golden curls of the pubic hair, deeply
inhaling the musky scent as he made his way down his thigh.  Kissing and licking behind his knee, down his calf to his ankle.  Over the top of his foot, giving his toes the same treatment as he gave his fingers earlier. Lapping the arch of his foot as he had the palm of his hand.  Back up the leg, with a pause to lick each of his balls once before repeating on his other leg.
 

By the time he returned to his lover’s crotch, the man was writhing and incoherent.  John had to hold him down to lick the pre-cum from his throbbing, twitching cock.  "MM, good," he said as he slipped back down to draw his lover’s balls into his mouth, one at a time, sucking and licking them.  He drew back a moment and asked, "This isn’t hurting you?  You’re certain?"
 

"Bozshe moi!" the man gasped, "If you stop now we will both be in pain  because I will break both your arms!  Damn you, keep going!"
 

Keep going he did, gently pulling back his lover’s foreskin and kissing his way to the head of his penis.  Taking only the head in his mouth, he sucked gently while running his tongue over the glans and dipping it into his opening.  John’s fingers squeezed the base to keep him from coming as the man cried out his passion.  He opened his mouth wider and swallowed his
lover fully, using tongue, teeth, and gentle suction to quickly bring him to completion.  The young man spasmed, screamed out John’s name, shuddered and went limp, his fingers in John’s hair loosening as his penis spurted a last few drops.  He swallowed and lapped up every drop as if it were sweetest honey, and kissed his way back up to his lover’s mouth, only to discover tears leaking from his eyes.
 

"Are you in pain?  Have I hurt you?  Should I call the doctor?" he asked, wondering what he’d done wrong.
 

"No, no," he said, raining kisses on his face and neck.  "I’m not hurt; I’m happy!  It hurt so much, for so long, and now there is . . ." he beamed at his lover, "such joy I could almost die from it."
 

"Joy?"  He returned his lover’s smile with interest.  "Let me show joy such as you’ve never known before."
 

He helped him to roll over onto his belly, and treated his shoulders, back, and legs to the same odyssey of kisses, nibbles, and licks he’d applied to his front, paying special attention to his spine and buttocks.  He gently parted his lover’s nether cheeks so he could lave and kiss his anus, eliciting a gasp and a moan.  He slid his knees under his lover’s hips, raising them to a more comfortable angle for penetration, and paused, cursing under his breath.  "Be right back.  I need to get something to
lubricate you with so there won’t be any pain when I penetrate you."
 

"Wait," his partner gasped.  "In the drawer of the bedside stand."  He was reaching even as he spoke.  He drew out a small unlabeled bottle and passed it to him.
 

John unscrewed the lid and sniffed. "Olive oil?"
 

"I stole it from the kitchen.  I wanted to be ready, just in case."
 

"My sweet snowflake.  You are a wonder."  He poured a little into his palm to warm it, and drizzled it into his lover’s cleft, catching it with a finger.  He slowly pushed the well-oiled finger past the ring of muscle and inside him, watching carefully for any sign of pain or tension.  He moved the finger in and out a few times before adding a second and then a third,
moving slowly and being ever vigilant for any sign of the least discomfort.

"Please," his snowflake begged, "faster.  It’s not as if I’m a blushingvirgin, you know."
 

"You are to me," his lover replied, leaning up to kiss him, "and as you may have noticed, I’m what the Kama Sutra refers to as an ‘elephant’.  I think I’ve already made it abundantly clear I refuse to hurt you in the slightest, especially if it’s only for my own pleasure."
 

"John?"
 

"Yes?"
 

"You talk too much.  Shut up and love me."
 

He pushed his fingers in a little further and curled them slightly.  The reaction was just as he’d hoped; his snowflake arched his back and moaned loudly in pleasure.  He teased his prostate a bit more and withdrew his fingers, to whimpered protests.  He oiled himself and positioned his member at the opening of his lover’s body.  "Last chance.  Are you certain?"
 

"Yes, yes please," he sobbed, attempting to impale himself on the cock that was so teasingly close to inside him.
 

John eased forward, holding his lover still as he slowly breached his sphincter muscles.  He hadn’t exaggerated his size, and was being very careful to move slowly and gently.  Inch by slow inch he entered, taking short, gentle strokes until he was fully inside him.  He paused a moment at that point to let his lover adjust, moaning "Oh, yes. So good."  He asked his lover if he felt any discomfort.
 

"No pain.  I feel good; whole."  He pushed back against his lover.  "Move in me.  Love me."
 

He began to thrust, slowly at first and then picking up speed as the passion built.  He reached around and grasped his lover, stroking him in time with his thrusts.  He alternated faster and slower, building the passion higher and higher until he could hold back no more.  With a few swift thrusts he sent his lover over the edge to orgasm, and the clenching muscles triggered
his own release seconds later.
 

He held himself above his lover until he’d slipped out, then pushed himself to the side and pulled his snowflake half-atop himself.  He slid a hand into his hair and around to the back of his neck to draw him into a warm, gentle kiss.  They exchanged smiles and more kisses but no words as they cuddled together for the night.  They didn’t need words; they had each other, and it was enough.