Chapter 28 #2
Ash reaches for his face, stroking his cheek. Kieran leans into it instantly. “We take a break. Talk about what we’d like to do instead.”
Kieran nods, his breathing evening out. That’s all it took. Just some reassurance that putting up boundaries doesn’t equal conflict or abandonment.
There’s another hindrance, though. Ash might’ve put his mind at ease, but shame is still a big issue for Kieran. Allowing himself to want things—and letting himself have them—is still something he struggles with.
“By the way, if you don’t choose, there will be consequences,” he says calmly, sensing that Kieran has been looking for a loophole, but tough luck. If he doesn’t make the choice he wants to make just because he’s ashamed, Ash will need to lead him to it.
“What consequences?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” He doesn’t have anything specific in mind, but doesn’t need to. It’s all about making Kieran choose what he really wants.
And it works like a charm.
With the sound of a wounded animal, Kieran shuffles up until he’s hovering over Ash’s face. There’s probably not an inch of his skin that isn’t burning bright red, and he’s gripping onto the headboard like it’s the only thing preventing him from certain death, but he did it. He made a choice.
“Good boy,” Ash praises, using his thumbs to pull Kieran’s cheeks apart. “I missed this.”
Kieran starts to say something, likely complaining about what a pervert Ash is, but it gets cut short when Ash’s tongue sweeps over his hole.
His body surges forward, forehead knocking against the wall. “Ow.”
Ash tries and fails to suppress a laugh. “Are you okay?” He can’t see, but he imagines Kieran’s glaring at him again (still).
“No, I’m not fucking okay. Some filthy fucker wants to stick his tongue in my ass.”
Ash arches an eyebrow. “Am I hearing a safeword?” Silence. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I guess I’ll carry on, then.” Silence again.
Ash smiles in victory and dives back in.
He takes it easy at first, using the flat of his tongue to lick between Kieran’s cheeks, slow and unhurried, repeating the action over and over.
Kieran shivers through it, his body jolting intermittently, like every touch is sending an electric shock through him.
His thighs tremble with the effort to keep himself up, and he holds onto the headboard so hard it creaks ominously.
Ash scrapes his teeth gently over the inside of Kieran’s cheek before circling his tongue over his entrance.
“F-fuck. Jesus, Ash.”
Wanting to smile but unable to without having to stop what he’s doing, Ash repeatedly flicks his tongue over Kieran’s hole before suddenly slipping it inside. Kieran’s hand shoots down, grabbing onto Ash’s hair hard. He’s not trying to pry him off, just holds on for dear life.
Drunk on Kieran’s reactions, Ash does it again, circling his rim before pushing inside. He thrust his tongue in and out in quick succession, like he would do with his cock. The hand in his hair tightens, moans and his name spilling out of Kieran’s mouth, one blending into the other.
When Ash pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, Kieran throws his head back, a sharp cry leaving him.
He grinds down on Ash’s face, wordlessly asking for more.
Ash is probably going to have a bald spot, but he couldn’t care less.
Kieran is finally letting go, giving himself over to pleasure, to Ash.
“A-Ash,” he chokes out. “Ash, I—I’m…”
Ash grips him by the hips and pulls him down until Keiran is actually sitting on his face. It’s fine, he can survive without air for a minute or two. He has other priorities.
He alternates between flicking his tongue over Kieran’s hole and thrusting in, then slowing down to a leisurely pace, leaving him guessing.
The edges of his vision are slowly turning black from the oxygen deprivation by the time Kieran lets out a loud sob and comes all over the headboard.
Ash tongue-fucks him through it, feeling Kieran’s muscles contract around him with the aftershocks.
As his grip on Ash’s hair loosens, his body starts to go limp.
He collapses next to Ash, flat on his stomach, his eyes wide and staring at nothing, like he can’t believe what just happened. And that he let it happen.
“You…are such a dirty fucker,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he can’t even muster up the strength to be angry.
Ash rolls on top of him, kissing along Kieran’s spine and making his way down. “I wasn’t always this bad. Until you.”
“Sure, blame me. Gah!” He almost flies off the bed when Ash’s teeth sink into his asscheek, right over the scar where Tequila had sunk hers in. “Psycho!”
“Sorry,” Ash says, not feeling sorry in the least, and licks the same spot.
“I ruined the headboard,” Kieran says, looking embarrassed as he stares at the stained fabric.
“Nah. It’s hardly our first rodeo. Enzymatic cleaner will take care of it.”
Kieran huffs, putting a pillow over his head and mumbling, “Should’ve known this has happened before.”
“You usually come your brains out when I get my mouth on you.”
“…I hate you so much.”
Ash laughs and pulls the towel off his hips. He pushes himself up, kissing between Kieran’s shoulder-blades, his cock dragging across Kieran’s lower back.
“Can I come on your ass?”
Kieran sighs and sets the pillow aside. “Pervert. You have an obsession.”
“Guilty as charged. Your answer?”
Kieran shivers. Then, “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Do it.”
Not wasting another second, Ash grabs his throbbing dick, thrusting into his hand.
He keeps himself braced above Kieran, the head off his cock bumping against his ass with each stroke.
He watches closely for any sign of protest or discomfort, but Kieran just lies there, his breath coming quick and his hands fisting the sheets.
The easy submission is like a drug to Ash, and he feels tension coiling in his belly much faster than expected.
He strokes faster, grinds against Kieran harder, leaving a trail of pre-come on his skin. Short, neanderthal noises begin to escape him as his orgasm approaches, his gaze fixed on the mark he left on Kieran’s backside. You’re mine, no matter what time you come from.
“Fuck. Fuck, Kieran.”
Kieran makes a soft noise, like a whimper, and when his legs part, the movement sending his hips higher, Ash fucking loses it.
He comes with a growl, painting Kieran’s ass and thighs in white ropes.
There’s so much too, after weeks of not being able to touch him properly, except through clothes.
Some of it dribbles between his cheeks. Unable to help himself, Ash pulls them apart to watch his come pool into a small puddle around Keiran’s entrance.
“You into marking or something?” Kieran asks, trembling when Ash strokes his soaked hole with his thumb, short of pushing inside. “First the bite, then this. Spanking too.”
“Possibly.” He continues playing with Kieran’s hole, high on the fact he’s allowed to do this.
His cock has started hardening again, and all he can think of is replacing his thumb with it and sliding inside.
The memory of how warm and tight Kieran is burns fresh in his mind, making holding back nearly impossible.
“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Kieran sasses him, but the humor is just a cover. If the way he’s raising his hips is any indication, he has a situation going on, and is too embarrassed to admit it.
“I have a picture.”
Kieran stills, then flops onto his back. Indeed, he’s hard again. “What?!”
“Obtained with your permission.”
“Permission revoked.” He scrambles onto his knees hectically, then grabs Ash’s shoulders and shakes him. “Delete it. Delete it now!”
Hooking his hands behind Kieran’s thighs, Ash pulls until Kieran lands flat on his back with a high-pitched noise. He settles on top of him, not giving him a chance to get a word in before he claims his mouth.
Miraculously, Kieran doesn’t protest any more after that.