Bright red spots appeared on his chest, tracking up his throat toward his face. He took another bite and looked away.
“But you’re not, are you?”
He shook his head.
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
He shook his head again.
“Show me,” I commanded.
Kevin dropped his fork and knife on his plate and stood, revealing his hardness. I licked my lips and took a careful drink of my coffee.
“Get yourself off for me,” I said.
Kevin’s shoulders sagged and he took himself in hand, giving his length only a perfunctory number of jerks before he came with a shout. He bent forward, bracing himself on the table as cum spattered over the top of his French toast. His chest heaved as he tried to regain his composure, and when he finally did, I ordered him back to his seat.
“Better?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Thank you, Ronan.”
“Good. Now finish your breakfast.”
Kevin’s lashes fluttered and he groaned, shoving a bite of cum-soaked bread into his mouth. I chuckled and took a bite of my own breakfast, focused on the way Kevin worked around his meal, saving the piece with the most jizz on it for last.
“Hero bite?” I asked when he had the fork halfway raised to his mouth.
The blush raced up his cheeks toward the tips of his ears.
“I’ll take it,” I said.
Kevin’s mouth parted to protest, but he stretched his arm across the table and handed me the fork. I popped the salty bite into my mouth and chewed, holding his stare until I swallowed. I dropped his fork onto my plate and leaned back in my chair, making a show of licking my lips as I did.
“Last night was amazing,” I told him after he’d settled and his expression had smoothed back to normal. “Thank you for that.”
“It was you,” he answered.
“We’ll agree to disagree.”
“I like when you’re rough with me,” Kevin said.
“I like being rough.”
“Do it more.” Kevin snapped his mouth closed, like he hadn’t meant for the words to escape, but the ferocity with which he delivered them made it clear to me they’d been burning a hole in him for quite some time.
“I’m all for trying new things with you,” I said. “If anything, last night reminded me of how much. I…I hadn’t realized that we’d gotten off track, and I’m sorry for it.”
“Ronan.” Kevin sighed and pushed his chair back. He came around the side of the table and climbed onto my lap, tucking his long limbs in on themselves so he would fit between my body and the table. I laughed and did my best to make room for him, breathing him in as he settled against me.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he said, bumping his nose against the underside of my jaw. “I wasn’t unhappy. I was…comfortable.”
“And we all know you hate that.”
“It’s too early for a dive into the psychology of why I like the things I like.”
I laughed again and kissed the top of his head.
“Is it too early for a shower and a walk?”
