Chapter 47 #2
“I d-don’t—I didn’t m-mean to—”
“Say it.” Vale’s grip tightened and Kieran felt tears building behind his eyes.
Not tears of fear or uncertainty. Tears because he finally had words for what had been building in his chest for months.
“I think I know what it m-means to be in l-love,” he whispered.
Vale’s response was immediate and overwhelming—his mouth crashing against Kieran’s with desperate intensity, like he’d been waiting weeks to hear those exact words. The kiss tasted like relief and possession and something that might have been the taste of Vale’s surrender.
Yes. This is exactly what I meant.
Vale’s hands still cupped his face as the kiss deepened into something hungry and desperate, their teeth clacking together. Kieran responded with equal intensity, his gauze-wrapped fingers tangling in Vale’s hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.
The laptop slid forgotten to the floor as they moved together, Vale’s weight settling over him, the solid heat of his body pinning Kieran to the mattress, thighs bracketing his hips, cocks straining against fabric and rubbing together with a teasing friction that made Kieran gasp as their hearts pounded in sync.
“Say it again,” Vale whispered against his mouth. “The whole line.”
Kieran’s voice was steadier this time, singing instead of speaking so he wouldn’t stutter: “I think I know what it means to be in love.”
With you. I’m so in love with you.
Vale’s response was another kiss, softer this time but no less intense, like he was trying to memorize the shape and taste of the words.
His lips moved slowly, his tongue tracing the seam of Kieran’s mouth before delving back in.
Kieran let himself exist in the moment where love didn’t need justification or analysis—it just was.
Vale’s hands began to wander, and Kieran arched into the touch with a soft sound of encouragement—a needy whimper escaping his throat as callused fingers skimmed under his shirt. “T-touch me more.”
“Anything you want,” Vale murmured, his fingers trailing lower.
The softness shattered into urgency as Vale’s hands roamed lower, yanking at Kieran’s shirt with hurried tugs, fabric ripping slightly in his haste—the sharp sound cutting through the air as cool drafts hit his heated skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” Vale said, tossing the shirt aside. “Every scar, every inch—mine.”
Kieran gasped into another kiss, his own fingers fumbling with Vale’s belt, the metal buckle clinking as it came undone, leather whispering against denim before he shoved the pants down, freeing Vale’s cock and taking it in his hand. “Please…” Kieran pleaded, stroking him firmly.
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—a shirt peeled off Vale’s sweat-damp back, pants kicked away in tangled heaps, underwear tugged down trembling thighs.
Kieran arched against him, wrapping his legs around Vale’s waist, pulling him closer, until their cocks rubbed together, pre-cum smearing in warm trails across his stomach.
Vale didn’t hesitate, his mouth devouring Kieran’s neck, teeth grazing the skin with sharp nips that left stinging marks, sending shivers racing down Kieran’s spine. “Do you want me right now?” Vale groaned into his ear, his voice husky and demanding. “Do you need me inside you?”
Kieran blushed, his face heating as he nodded, the words catching in his throat—the raw vulnerability of it all making him hesitate, even as his body ached for it. “Y-yes... I want you,” he whispered, voice small and trembling, looking away in embarrassment.
“Not good enough,” Vale panted, pulling back to meet his gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a small bottle of lube and popped the cap open with a soft click—the cool, slick gel scenting the air faintly like vanilla as he coated his fingers generously.
“Open up for me,” Vale commanded, his free hand spreading Kieran’s thighs wider, fingers circling his entrance teasingly before pressing one inside—the intrusion slow but insistent, stretching him with a slick burn that made Kieran whimper as he clenched around the digit.
“Mmm, V-V-Vale—” Kieran stuttered, biting his lip as Vale added a second finger.
Vale pinched his nipple, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to his cock. “Tell me you love my fingers fucking you open.”
Kieran gasped at the pinch, his body arching, his cheeks flaming, but the words tumbled out breathily: “I... I love your fingers f-fucking me open—please, more.”
“Good boy,” Vale praised, withdrawing his fingers and slicking his thick cock with the lube in long, deliberate strokes, the shaft glistening as he positioned himself.
“Are you ready for me?” But Kieran hesitated again.
Vale delivered a light slap to his inner thigh—the sharp sting blooming into heat that made him yelp. “Say it. Say you want me.”
“Yes—p-please, I-I want you.” Kieran nodded, his fingers digging into the sheets.
But as Vale thrust forward, burying himself deep in one desperate motion, the stretch burned like fire—Kieran’s hole yielding painfully around the girth.
He cried out, tears spilling freely from the raw ache radiating through his core as he clawed at Vale’s back with useless gauze-wrapped fingers.
He didn’t think Vale was going to bottom out so fast. The overwhelming fullness made his vision blur, his entire body trembling as it struggled to adjust, every inch feeling like too much, too soon.
“It h-hurts—slow, please,” he gasped, the pain sharp and throbbing even with the lube easing the way.
“Shh, breathe through it,” Vale soothed, holding still for a moment, but his voice turned rougher. “Feel how you’re taking me? So tight, so perfect—fuck—!”
Vale groaned against his throat, a deep, guttural sound vibrating through Kieran’s skin, pulling back only to slam in again, setting a hurried, intense rhythm—fast and deep thrusts that shook the bed, skin slapping against skin, the slick glide of lube and pre-cum filling the air with lewd, rhythmic squelches.
Each thrust into him hit his prostate with unnerving precision as waves of ecstasy overrode the lingering discomfort.
“Yes—m-more,” Kieran moaned, his words fracturing with each impact.
Vale grabbed Kieran’s wrists, pining them above his head with one iron grip, the other roaming to squeeze his hip hard, his fingertips digging into flesh like brands. “Mine—just mine,” Vale muttered.
In the haze of intensity, Vale’s hand slid up to Kieran’s throat—not a light hold like before, but a firm, possessive squeeze, cutting off just enough air to make Kieran’s head spin and his lungs burn as black spots danced in his vision, sending a dizzying rush of heat surging straight to his cock.
The pressure sparked something strange and euphoric, amplifying every thrust, making the burn of penetration sharper, the friction against his prostate like lightning bolts, pre-cum leaking copiously in sticky rivers down his shaft.
Oh god—what is this? It hurts, but... it feels amazing, like everything’s sharper—
He’d felt Vale’s hands there before, but this time it was different—loving, intense, and it unlocked something in him, his body arching desperately, moans turning strangled and needy as he drooled and his hips bucked wildly, chasing the euphoric edge.
Vale seemed to sense it, his eyes darkening with realization as he squeezed tighter, thrusting harder, voice a rough growl against Kieran’s ear: “You like that, beautiful? My hand on your throat, controlling your breath while I fuck you?”
“Yes—god, yes,” Kieran choked out, his voice strained and desperate.
“Tighter—” The words were cut off as Vale squeezed even harder.
Kieran could only nod, gasping desperately as Vale released just enough for a ragged inhale—the cool rush of air like fire in his starved lungs—then tightened again, the cycle sending waves of a euphoric dread through him.
“V-Vale—please—” he gasped, the words breathy and broken, his whole body trembling as he felt like he might die.
The intensity built to a frenzy, Vale’s hips snapping forward with bruising force, the bed creaking under them, Kieran’s protests melting into pleas as Vale released his throat: “Right there—mmmph—there, Vale, I-I-I-I love you—p-please—more.”
“Yes, sweetheart….so good…so fucking good for me,” Vale growled. Kieran’s orgasm hit like a storm and his release shot up to spatter Vale’s chest and chin.
Vale wiped Kieran’s cum from his chin, licking his fingers clean as he moaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” around them, his pace never slowing as he climaxed.
In the aftermath, they collapsed together, still tangled, breaths syncing in the quiet—chests heaving, skin sticky with cum and sweat, the room heavy with the scent of sex. “That was...” Kieran began, his voice hoarse.
“I know, sweetheart,” Vale replied softly, still panting, his cock still twitching inside Kieran. “And I love you, too—more than anything.”