That last confession finally spurred Matthieu into action. He pulled Kieran’s cheeks apart, then blew a stream of cool air against his desperate hole. Matthieu’s tongue came next. Firm. Wet. Circling the tight band of muscle. Teasing. Taunting. Dipping in before flicking away. Long, slow passes followed by short, teasing licks.
It took everything in Kieran not to push back onto Matthieu’s face, not to force that torturous tongue inside him, grind against it, open himself up for what he really wanted. He knew better than to force Matthieu. He’d make good on his threat to leave Kieran wanting.
So Kieran stayed put, like the good boy he was. The good boy he’d have to be if he wanted this to continue.
Finally, Matthieu gave him what he needed. Slipping his tongue past the puckered rim, massaging Kieran’s inner walls, working him open slowly, methodically, purposefully—the same way Matthieu did everything.
One hand cupped Kieran’s balls, squeezing lightly, rolling them against rough fingertips and a warm palm. Kieran dropped his head between his shoulders, back arching, curses spilling from his mouth as he fought the urge to beg, to say he was ready, to screamFuck me alreadyuntil Matthieu finally took mercy on him.
He’d forgotten how much Matthieu loved this. How the pleas and garbled noises only spurred him on. How he would devour him until Kieran went boneless, so sensitive he couldn’t take another touch.
He remembered now. The memories flooded back: the look on Matthieu’s face, the way his nose scrunched when Kieran first suggested it. How hesitant he’d been. Tentative. Shy. Within minutes, he had become a man possessed. He’d pushed Kieran onto the mattress, licking, sucking, nipping like it was his last meal until Kieran came, untouched, all over the sheets.
Kieran couldn’t take it anymore. “I want, I want…” He panted, squirming back.
Matthieu pulled away. “You want my dick in this tight ass,” he growled.
“Need.” Kieran looked back. Matthieu sat on his heels, eyes raking over his body. “I need you to fuck me. Please.” He didn’t care how pathetic he sounded.
Matthieu raised an eyebrow.
“Please, sir,” Kieran whined. Unashamed.
“Better.” Matthieu gave his ass another pat, this one gentler, before getting up from the bed. “Lube?”
“Over on the dresser.”
Kieran let himself take in Matthieu’s naked form for the first time in years as he walked over, much slower than Kieran would have liked, to grab the bottle from the dresser. Matthieu had no right to still be this attractive.
Back in college, he’d been something to behold: slender, broad-shouldered, trim-waisted, the barest hint of abs trailing into the most delicious V Kieran had ever seen. The Matthieu in front of him was almost the spitting image of the boy he’d once known, except everything about him was more. More defined, more enhanced, more bewitching. From the way he moved to thesly smile he flashed at Kieran as he stood watching, everything about him drew Kieran in.
“Condom?” Matthieu asked.
Kieran’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t even thought to bring one. They’d never used one before. It was stupid to assume things hadn’t changed.
Fuck, everything had changed.
Kieran let out a long groan, flopping onto the bed and rolling over to look at Matthieu. “I’m on PrEP,” he offered, like it might make a difference. “My tests during training in September came back negative.” He didn’t add that there hadn’t been anyone since.
For some reason, the idea of giving Matthieu the satisfaction of knowing Kieran hadn’t even been able to contemplate anyone else left a pit in his stomach, something a therapist would probably need to unpack.
“I’d rather still use one,” Matthieu said slowly. “I don’t…” He trailed off before he could finish the sentence with words liketrustorbelieve you.
Kieran sighed, maybe a little too dramatically, and banged his head against the mattress, blinking away what were absolutely not tears welling in the corner of his eyes. He probably looked like a petulant child being told he couldn’t have ice cream, instead of a grown man being reminded of the importance of safe sex.
He’d just wanted this so fucking much. With Matthieu being the way he was now, this might be Kieran’s only chance to have him again, even if it was just for the night.
The bed dipped slightly. Kieran glanced down, expecting to find Matthieu sitting at the foot, putting his shoes back on. Instead, he crawled up the mattress, over Kieran’s body, until their naked forms were pressed firmly together. Matthieu leaned down, pulling one of Kieran’s nipples into his mouth, alternatingbetween sucking the sensitive flesh and dragging the flat of his tongue across it in kitten-like licks.
He rocked his hips slowly into Kieran’s, the motion stirring some life back into Kieran’s cock, deflated by disappointment, and pulling a soft groan from his lips. Matthieu hummed against Kieran’s skin, clearly pleased by the reaction he drew out.
“Next time,” Matthieu muttered, quickening the rhythm as he rocked them together, adjusting the angle slightly so their cocks lined up perfectly.
The friction sent Kieran’s eyes rolling back. The words “next time”nearly made his heart explode.
“Just like that,” he gasped. “Fuck, Matty—yes.”
Matthieu pulled back, bracing himself on one elbow beside Kieran’s head and sliding his other hand between them to grasp both their lengths. He must have pumped lube into his palm without Kieran noticing, because the slick glide of his fist over Kieran’s dick, paired with the heat and hardness pressed against him, was almost too much to bear.
