Chapter 41 #3
Ash studies his work, thumb brushing lightly over one of the marks. “That enough?”
Kieran blinks at him, slow and dazed. “Not even close.”
Ash feels his lips stretch into a feral grin. Damn, he’s really won the lottery, hasn’t he?
Time to level up.
Shoving a hand between them, he hooks a thumb under the waistband of Kieran’s joggers. “Raise your hips.”
Eyes widening a fraction, Kieran obligingly lifts up. It takes one long, firm tug, and his cock slips free, slapping against his belly.
Ash groans. Commando for the win.
His plan momentarily forgotten, he bends down, running the flat of his tongue up the length of Kieran’s cock before sucking the head into his mouth.
Kieran nearly jackknifes off the bed, a reaction Ash had predicted but is still amused by.
Then, as abruptly as he started, he pulls off.
Which naturally earns him a confused, incredulous stare, but before Kieran can start calling him names, Ash tugs the joggers all the way off.
He spends a few seconds soaking up the beautiful view of Kieran stripped bare and ready for the taking.
It’s not until Kieran grunts out an impatient, “Dude, would you mind?” that he finally scrambles off the bed.
With Kieran’s eyes on him, uncertain but full of anticipation, he unbuckles his belt, pulling it out through the loops without breaking eye contact. With an admittedly annoying slowness, he pops the button of his pants open before sliding the zipper down.
When Kieran squirms harder, eyes jumping all over Ash as if he doesn’t know where to look first, he finally tugs the pants and underwear off in one go and steps out of them.
Seeing Kieran lick his lips while his gaze is fixed on Ash’s bobbing cock nearly makes him change course—the need to slide into that beautiful, naughty mouth is suddenly almost impossible to resist.
But resist, Ash does.
He climbs back onto the bed, takes Kieran by the ankles and lifts his legs, making them rest against his shoulder. “Squeeze your thighs together.”
While puzzled, Kieran does as told, the eager compliance making Ash’s dick throb. He pushes between Kieran’s clenched thighs, slipping through easily. The light friction still sends a zing of lightning through his abdomen.
“Tighter,” he orders, shuddering at the added pressure when Kieran’s muscles contract, really squeezing him in-between.
“L-like this?” Kieran asks meekly, eyes glued to the point where Ash cock pokes out from the other side.
“Perfect.”
He’s rewarded with a shaky but pleased smile, which slips when he drags his hips back only to thrust forward again. Kieran’s mouth forms a silent ‘o’ before releasing the most sensual moan as Ash angles his hips downwards on the next thrust, the new angle making their cocks slide together.
“Is this—”
“Yes,” Kieran hisses, squeezing his legs even harder. “Fuck, yes.”
Well, then… Nothing like enthusiastic consent to get Ash’s crank turning.
Using Kieran’s legs for leverage, he takes his time drawing his hips back before thrusting forward, hard.
The movement jolts Kieran’s whole body, sending him upwards, punching a startled gasp out of him.
Ash repeats it, again and again, each slide making the space between Kieran’s thighs slicker, smoother.
It’s so, so easy to pretend he’s sliding his cock into something else, something even tighter, even warmer.
Pleasure is already etched into Kieran’s every feature, just from Ash fucking his thighs.
It feels almost dangerous trying to imagine what he would look like if Ash was really filling him up, if each thrust were to bury him deeper in Kieran’s hole.
Kieran would probably be a shaking mess, making all sorts of beautiful, dirty sounds.
Would he cry, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure?
He barely seems to be holding on as is, eyes clenched shut and the corner of the pillow wedged between his teeth. One particularly well-aimed thrust has him throwing his head back, mouth falling open on a choked-up scream. He looks so sexy and enticing and too fucking far away.
Ash is met with a shocked, disgruntled look when he stops, slides his cock out and gently lowers Kieran’s legs.
“On your side.” He has to repeat it, because Kieran doesn’t seem to be able to process human language at the moment. Eventually, he does an awkward shuffle until he’s on his left side and Ash slots in behind him.
He pats Kieran’s flank. “Squeeze tight, like before. Yeah, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Getting a whimper in response, he drags his cock between Kieran’s cheeks, making him shudder and moan when the head brushes against his entrance.
He does it a few more times, just to be a tease, before pushing through the tight space between Kieran’s thighs.
In this position, it feels even more like they’re actually fucking.
Kieran must be happy with the change up, because he keeps throwing his ass back, asking for more.
Ash gives him more. He gives him everything.
Kieran's head falls back against Ash’s shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to tilt his chin up so he can kiss him.
He licks into Kieran’s parted mouth, loving the gentle moans and whimpers it draws out.
It doesn’t stay gentle for long, turning into loud gasps and hiccups as he pumps his hips faster, feeling heat pool in his belly with alarming speed.
Snaking an arm to Kieran’s front, he takes his cock in a tight grip and gives it a long, languid stroke.
He barely dodges getting his tongue bitten off, but that only makes him laugh.
Kieran is so, so sensitive. And if the way his whole body tenses and relaxes intermittently is anything to go by, he’s about to blow.
“A-Ash? I—” He claws at Ash’s arm, as if he can’t decide if he wants him to stop or double down.
Ash kisses behind his ear before whispering, “I got you. Let go.”
It’s not even a real order, but the way Kieran’s body unravels at the words makes it feel like one. With a series of high-pitched moans, he goes still, then trembles hard as he spills over Ash’s hand.
Ash tries to fuck him through the aftershocks, guide him safely to the ground, but Kieran clenches his thighs so hard it sends Ash over the edge with him.
Short of sinking his teeth into Kieran’s nape, he rests his forehead against it instead.
Kieran might enjoy being marked, but his pain tolerance is still up for debate.
They stay like that for a while, pressed together and catching their breath. When Ash slides his cock out, it’s accompanied by a lewd, squelching sound that almost has him going for round two. Seeing the condition Kieran’s in, it’s clearly out of the question.
“Damn,” Kieran wheezes. His stamina is definitely something Ash is more than happy to help him work on. “That was new.”
“I bet.” Unless one of his previous girlfriends had a dick or wore a strap-on, everything will be new for him. “Feel okay?”
“Yeah, I—” His eyebrows twitch, nose scrunching up. “No.”
Ash pushes himself up, stomach plummeting. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sticky.”
Jesus. Way to freak him out. He runs a hand over his face. “I see. I’ll be a sec. Bathroom that way?” He points in the direction.
“Yeah.”
“Be right back,” he promises, giving Kieran a quick peck.
The bathroom is pretty barren. He doesn’t find any cloths, which is a little curious given Kieran doesn’t like being “sticky”, but he manages to locate a small hand towel. After running it under hot water, he makes his way back to the bedroom.
Kieran hasn’t moved, still flat on his back and not at all hitting the post-nut clarity of just having engaged in hanky panky with a man for the first time. He’s a complete mystery; not that Ash is complaining about the lack of dramatics.
Or about the fact that Kieran doesn’t even attempt to take the towel from him, instead letting himself be cleaned up and pampered.
How is this the same man who refused to show a single sign of needing someone, let alone allowing another person to take care of him?
Again, no complaints, just very confusing.
“Thanks,” Kieran says when Ash has finished wiping come from between his thighs. “I’ll still need a shower, eventually.” He sounds apologetic, like he’s worried he’ll come off as ungrateful.
Ash lies down on his side, facing him. “Whatever you need.”
“I, uh…have some weird icks.” Kieran fidgets, nervous despite being reassured. “They can get annoying.”
“They’re not weird or annoying. Everyone has some.”
Kieran perks up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” It seems like Kieran is waiting for him to share, so he obliges. “I can’t touch cotton buds. It’s worse than nails on a blackboard.”
“Cotton buds?” Kieran snorts a laugh. “Sorry, that is weird. Kinda cute, though.”
“I’ve been called weird before, but not cute. Don’t know what to do with that.”
“You’re not. Just your ick is.”
Ash shuffles closer and snakes an arm around Kieran’s waist, giving his ass a little pinch. “Always have to have the last word, do you?”
Kieran yelps, then pouts. “Not always…”
Rolling his eyes, Ash pushes Kieran onto his back, bracketing him. “I have a lot to look forward to with you, huh?”
The sound that Kieran makes could almost pass for a giggle, it’s so fucking cute. “You have no idea.”
Ash hums and runs his thumb over Kieran’s parted mouth. The very mouth which he knows with a 100% certainty will be the death of him. But what a way to go.
“I have some idea.”
“And?” Kieran’s chest stills with a suspended breath, longing written on his face.
Ash leans in and replaces his thumb with his lips. Between one kiss and the next, he whispers, “And I can’t wait.”