Epilogue Home #3
Kieran’s hands leave my cock and find my hips, his grip firm and sure, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing.
My feet leave the floor, my arms wrapping around his neck, and he carries me to our bed and lays me down on my back so carefully that I have to close my eyes.
My legs are on either side of him, dangling over the edge of the mattress, and he leans forward and kisses me as Nick comes up behind him, sucking on his neck.
Nick reaches past Kieran’s hip, fingers fumbling in the drawer of the nightstand, and there’s the click of the cap, the wet sound of lube being squeezed out.
Kieran’s mouth is on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, and then his slicked fingers find my hole, one finger pressing against the rim, circling slow, deliberate, and I gasp into his mouth.
He pushes in. The stretch is immediate, his thick finger working into me, and my back arches off the mattress.
His mouth leaves mine, trailing down my jaw, my throat, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin where my pulse is hammering, and Nick is behind him, the bed shifting, the heat of his body close to Kieran’s back.
Then Kieran makes a sound I’ve never heard from him before.
It’s high, broken, almost a whimper, and his finger stills inside me.
His forehead drops to my collarbone, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, and I realize Nick is touching him.
Nick’s slicked fingers are working Kieran open from behind, and the sound Kieran just made was him losing control.
“Fuck,” Kieran breathes against my chest. His hips push back, fucking himself on Nick’s fingers, and his cock jumps against my stomach, hard and leaking. “Fuck, Nick—”
“Shh.” Nick’s voice is low, rough, right against the back of Kieran’s neck.
I can see his arm moving behind Kieran’s body, his hand working between Kieran’s cheeks, and Kieran is trembling, his big body shaking between us hard enough that I feel it in my ribs.
“We’re gonna fuck you between us, baby. Me inside you, you inside him.
That’s what we’re doing. That’s what’s happening. ”
Kieran’s finger inside me pushes deeper, crooking, finding that spot, and I cry out, my hips jerking up.
My hands find Kieran’s shoulders, gripping the muscle there as it shifts and bunches while Nick works him open.
Kieran adds a second finger, scissoring me, and the stretch doubles, aching and perfect, and I’m babbling, “please, please, please,” my cock untouched and leaking a steady stream onto my stomach.
Nick’s fingers are slick and thick, working Kieran with the same rough, knowing rhythm that Kieran uses on me, and Kieran is falling apart between us.
His head is buried in my neck, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and the sounds he’s making are raw and broken, the sounds of someone who’s been holding everything together too long and is finally letting go.
“Three,” Nick says behind him, and Kieran’s body jerks as Nick adds a third finger, stretching him wider, and Kieran’s moan vibrates through my chest. His own fingers push deeper into me, three now, working me open with a rhythm that’s losing its precision because Nick is ruining him from behind.
“Kieran,” I whisper, my hands sliding from his shoulders to his face, cupping his jaw, tilting his head up so I can see him.
His eyes are glassy and wet and he isn’t hiding any of it.
The man who walked through my door an hour ago, all composure and sharp edges, is gone.
What’s left is raw and shaking and beautiful.
“Look at me,” I whisper. “I’ve got you. We’ve got you.”
His fingers slip out of me as Nick works him from behind, and the emptiness is sharp but brief.
Kieran’s cock is right there, thick and flushed, the piercing catching the light, and I reach between us and wrap my hand around him, guiding the head to my hole.
He’s slick with pre-cum, his shaft hot and heavy in my grip, and I press the tip against my rim and push up.
“Inside,” I say. “Cum inside me, Daddy. I need you.”
Kieran’s hips roll forward. The head of his cock catches against my hole, and I’m loose enough from his fingers that he slides in, just the first inch, thick and burning, and I gasp, my hands finding his shoulders, my nails digging into the muscle there.
He pushes deeper, slow, his cock stretching me open, and the metal of his piercing drags against my rim and I sob.
“Fuck—Chase—” His voice cracks on my name.
His forehead drops to mine, and I can feel him shaking, his whole body trembling between us hard enough to move the bed.
His cock sinks deeper, filling me inch by inch, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in, taking him all the way until his hips press flush against my ass and he’s everywhere.
Nick’s hands find Kieran’s hips from behind. I can see his arm moving, the shift of muscle as he positions himself, and then Kieran makes that sound again, the high broken whimper, and his whole body jerks forward, driving his cock deeper into me.
“Shh,” Nick says against the back of Kieran’s neck. “Take it, baby. Take me.”
I imagine the way Kieran’s body opens around Nick, the slow, relentless push as Nick works his cock into Kieran’s hole.
Kieran is quivering between us, his muscles locked, his breath coming in ragged, punched-out gasps against my neck.
His cock is buried inside me, throbbing, and I can feel every inch of him twitch as Nick pushes deeper.
“Nick. Fuck. Nick, you’re so—” Kieran’s words dissolve into a moan that vibrates through his chest and into mine.
His hips push back, fucking himself onto Nick’s cock, and the movement drives him forward into me, and the chain reaction of Nick filling Kieran, Kieran filling me, sends a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body that makes my vision blur.
I pull Kieran closer, my arms wrapping around his neck, my face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.
I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, wild and erratic where it’s usually steady.
His skin is damp with sweat, the tattoos slick under my palms, and he’s shaking so hard his teeth are chattering.
“Breathe,” I whisper against his skin. “Breathe with me. In and out. That’s it.”
Kieran’s chest expands against mine, a shaky inhale, and his hips roll back again, taking more of Nick, and the movement drives his cock deeper into me. The piercing drags against my walls and I clench around him, milking him, and the sound he makes is so broken it doesn’t even sound like him.
“Fuck. Chase, I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper. My hand finds the back of his head, fingers threading through his damp hair, holding him against me. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
Nick’s hips snap forward. The sound is wet, obscene, the slap of skin on skin filling the bedroom, and Kieran’s whole body jerks.
His cock pulses inside me, swelling, and the first warm rush of cum fills me before the orgasm fully hits.
His mouth opens against my neck, but no sound comes out, just a ragged exhale that shakes through his entire body.
The orgasm rolls through me a second later.
It builds from where Kieran is still pumping inside me, his cum hot and slick against my walls.
My cock jerks untouched between our stomachs and I’m coming, hard, in pulses that splash across my chest and Kieran’s, my hole clenching around him, pulling every last drop from his cock.
My back arches off the mattress, my fingers digging into his shoulders, and the sound that tears out of me is raw and wrecked and nothing I’ve ever made before.
Kieran collapses against me. His full weight, heavy and warm, his face buried in my neck, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
His cock is still inside me, softening but still thick, and I can feel the aftershocks moving through his body, little tremors that ripple across his shoulders and down his spine.
Nick doesn’t pull out. His hands are still on Kieran’s hips, his grip steady, and he’s still hard. I can feel the shift of him behind Kieran’s body, the way his cock is still buried deep. His breathing is controlled and even. Kieran and I are a ragged mess.
“Not done,” Nick says, and his hands tighten on Kieran’s hips. “Roll him over.”
Nick slides out of him, and I push at Kieran’s shoulders, gentle, and he goes, rolling onto his back beside me, his arm thrown across his face, his chest heaving.
Kieran’s cock slips from me with a wet drag, cum leaking from my hole onto the sheets, and I turn onto my side to face him.
His eyes are closed, his jaw clenched, and there’s a flush spreading down his neck that I’ve never seen before, dark and patchy, like his body can’t decide where to put all the blood.
Nick moves fast. One hand on Kieran’s hip, hauling him into position underneath. Kieran’s legs fall open, his cock lying heavy and spent against his thigh. Nick settles between them, his big body looming over Kieran’s, his cock still hard and slick and dripping.
“Look at me,” Nick says. He grips Kieran’s jaw, turning his face, and Kieran’s eyes open, glassy, unfocused, completely wrecked. “I’m not done with you.”
He pushes in.
Kieran’s back arches off the mattress. His mouth opens, but the sound that comes out is silent, just the shape of a scream, his throat working, his hands flying to Nick’s shoulders and gripping.
Nick bottoms out in one brutal stroke, his hips flush against Kieran’s ass, and Kieran’s whole body goes rigid, every muscle locked, his fingers digging into Nick’s skin hard enough to leave marks.