Chapter 30 #2
Kieran would boast about it, but he’s too busy staring at Ash’s hand, slowly stroking his very hard, very real dick, the tip wet with pre-come. Five inches away from Kieran’s face.
Kieran’s salivary glands decide this is the perfect moment to begin overproduction.
Fuck. Maybe I’m an animal too. Because he’s seen what Ash is packing before, even felt it, but he’s never reacted like this. Stockholm syndrome. That must be it. Or conditioning. Whatever that shit is called these days.
Maybe it’s not Ash’s dick. Maybe it’s just…Ash. The way he can be so dirty and sweet at the same time, making Kieran squirm while also making him calm. Watching him like a slab of meat he can’t wait to devour, while touching him like he’s the most precious, beautiful thing across universes.
Damn right Kieran wants to make him feel good. He wants to make him feel at least half as appreciated, half as wanted, as Ash makes him.
Taking his shame and, well, dignity, Kieran bundles them up and shoves them into a box filled with things we want to bury that will catch up with us later. Once that’s nice and locked, he seeks out Ash’s eyes.
And opens his mouth.
Ash mirrors him, his jaw dropping on a surprised exhale. The hand on his dick slides lower, gripping the base.
Did he… Did he almost come? Just because Kieran finally decided to act like the slut he’s probably been this whole time?
Emboldened by a new-found resolution, and a dash of curiosity, Kieran grabs Ash’s thighs and pulls him forward. Given the size difference between them, it barely moves him, but the intention is clear.
Ash shuffles up and closes the remaining distance, the head of his cock dragging across Kieran’s parted lips.
On instinct, Kieran’s tongue darts out, expecting to taste something bitter and weird.
The absence of either makes him pause, then go for another taste.
It’s nothing like he remembers from being twenty and, uh, trying out what his own tastes like, and promptly running to the bathroom to wash his mouth.
There’s no need for that now. Ash tastes like…not much of anything, just faintly of salt. It’s his scent that has Kieran’s senses on alert; a combination of sweat, musk, and something that’s inherently Ash, heady and enticing.
Kieran almost rolls his eyes at himself. Wax poetic about a guy’s dick, why don’t you?
Then there’s a hand carding through his hair, stealing his attention. “How is it?” Ash asks, voice shaky, like he’s fighting to hold back. Kieran hears the real question behind it: Are you okay with this? Do you want to stop?
He pulls back just enough that he’s not mouthing at Ash’s dick. “Tell the truth; you have a stash of pineapple juice hidden somewhere, right?”
Ash’s eyes sparkle, a hearty laugh forcing itself out. “Is that your way of telling me you like how I taste?” Without expecting an answer—thank god for that—he strokes Kieran’s hair again. “I want to fill that pretty mouth. Will you let me?”
Kieran’s nodding before he can berate himself for acting too eager. Whatever, why should he care when Ash is looking at him like that?
“Pinch me if you need to stop, or pause. Hell, pinch me if you get a cramp.”
Kieran chuckles lightly. “Okay.”
“Good boy. Now, open wide and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”
So much for not being a pillow princess anymore.
Eh, whatever. This arrangement is pretty sweet, and as long as Ash doesn’t mind, Kieran’s happy to stick with it.
Speaking of sticking…
Relaxing his jaw, Kieran focuses on his breathing as Ash’s cock slips into his mouth.
It’s slow and experimental, just the tip popping past his lips, but still a lot.
Ash is not monster-huge, but he is big, unlike Kieran’s mouth.
His lips already feel stretched to their limit, though it’s not… unpleasant. Just overwhelming.
With a groan of approval, Ash hitches his hips forward, his cock sliding deeper.
It drags across Kieran’s tongue, rubbing against the roof of his mouth, the sensation strange and ticklish and…
something else he can’t name. It happens again when Ash draws back, pulling almost all the way out before gliding in, slightly deeper this time.
The friction makes Kieran’s tongue tingle, his toes curl and—
He finds Ash’s hips and pinches him, a little harder than necessary. On both sides.
His mouth is instantly empty, and Ash is cradling his face. “Are you okay? Was it too much?”
Kieran gulps in much-needed air, eyes wide. “I…I don’t know. It just…” He swallows, mouth suddenly dry. And empty.
He can’t decide if he’s grateful or horrified when Ash determines it would be easier to look into his mind instead of waiting for him to string a sentence together, eyes changing color once more.
Horrified, he decides when he sees Ash’s expression, complacent and all-knowing.
“Uh-huh,” he hums, gaze falling to Kieran’s spit-slick, and probably red lips. “Did you like having your mouth fucked that much?” He reaches behind himself to wrap a hand around Kieran’s cock, which is—yup—already hard and leaking. “So much you almost came again?”
Kieran tries to glare, but it’s rather difficult when Ash carries on stroking him leisurely. Even more difficult when he’s trying not to come.
Fuck, how was he supposed to know his mouth is an erogenous zone? Sure, he’s always liked kissing—kissing Ash especially—but he’s not in the habit of shoving things in his mouth. Needless to say, a popsicle never made him almost blow.
Hold on a second.
“You…” he says, as accusatorily as he’s able to. “You knew.”
Ash’s mouth twitches. “That you have a sensitive mouth? Sure did.”
“You fucker.” Kieran pinches him again, even harder than before. In the next second, Ash’s hands are around his wrists, and he’s pinning them on either side of Kieran’s head.
Ash is grinning down at him, way too pleased with himself. “Why so grumpy? Would you have believed me if I’d told you beforehand?”
Told Kieran that a cock gliding across his tongue would feel just as good as having his own dick sucked? Yeah, probably not.
“That’s irrelevant.”
It only makes Ash’s grin wider. “Right.” He lets go of Kieran’s wrists and rubs a thumb over his lips. “Would you like to give it another go?”
Kieran’s belly tingles, but he forces his face into a scowl. “Try it, and I’ll bite it off.” To demonstrate, he nips at Ash’s thumb. Hard.
Ash jerks his hand back, blinking at the teethmarks where the skin has probably broken.
He turns his gaze back to Kieran, an eyebrow arched high.
Kieran gulps. Audibly.
“On second thoughts…” Using some ultimate judo technique, he flips Kieran onto his belly like one would flip a pancake.
“Hey! What are you—”
“You told me to prove you’re mine.” Ash speaks right into his ear, his body covering Kieran’s fully. “I’d better get on that, shouldn’t I?”
Ash kisses his shoulder, and his weight disappears. The pillow that was previously supporting Kieran’s head gets shoved under his hips, causing him to arch his back. Exposing his ass.
Oh.
He’s not sure why he’s so stunned. It’s not…
It’s not like this isn’t the exact thing he had in mind when he challenged Ash.
At that moment, he felt ready. More than ready; wanton.
He felt desperate to be claimed by this man, to have something that would stay with him when he… when he ended up returning to his time.
When he ended up losing this. Losing Ash.
Burrowing his head into his folded arms, he shuffles his legs apart.
There’s a growl from behind him, a muttered, “Fuck.” Strong hands part his cheeks before Ash buries his face between them.
A scream gets stranded in Kieran’s throat.
Instead, what comes out is more of a sob.
Ash going to town on his ass, like it’s a gourmet meal, is no less intense and thought-annihilating than it was the first time.
Maybe even more so, because back then Kieran didn’t feel like a guitar string about to snap.
With his dick trapped against the pillow, Kieran could grind against it, but doesn’t. At this point, a mere breeze could tip him over, and he’s not ready for that yet. But seeing how Ash isn’t showing any signs of taking mercy on him, he might have no other choice.
In the end, he’s saved—or not—when Ash pulls away, giving his ass a slap that’s supposed to be playful, but has Kieran crying out and involuntarily thrusting against the pillow.
Ash chuckles, dark and hot. “Stay.”
“Yeah, because my legs would totally listen to me if I wanted to run away,” Kieran wants to snap, but it turns out his legs are not the only thing he’s lost control of.
In the meantime, Ash does some rummaging through the nightstand, finding whatever he’s looking for quickly and resuming his spot behind Kieran.
Kieran might not be familiar with gay sex, but he’s very familiar with jerking off. Which means he’s familiar with the sound of a lube bottle flicking open, and with the squelching sound that generally follows.
His heartrate spikes, sparks of anticipation bursting all over his body and pooling between his legs.
He peeks at Ash over his shoulder in time to see him slicking up his fingers. It’s definitely hot, but also nerve-wracking.
Ash notices. He puts the lube down and leans over Kieran on one hand, giving him a chaste, slightly awkward kiss. At the same time, his lubed up fingers wander between Kieran’s cheeks, rubbing over his hole, still wet with saliva.
He gasps against Ash’s mouth, earning another kiss, even sweeter than the one before.
“Unless you have any objections,” Ash murmurs, still partially kissing him, “I’ll get you ready for my cock.
” He punctuates that by letting the tip of one finger slip inside, eliciting another gasp.
“I’m gonna open you up nice and slow. And then I’m gonna fill that tight little hole with my dick and fuck you hard and deep.
” The finger in Kieran’s ass slides in further. “That sound acceptable to you?”