“I’m a guy, of course I want it,” I say, getting annoyed now. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m a guy too,” he says carefully.
I glance away and rub the back of my neck. I haven’t thought hard about the I-had-sex-with-a-guy thing and I don’t know if I want to. I’m not horrified, and I don’t think I’ve committed a sin or anything. I just don’t want to think about it right now.
“Why are you so concerned all of a sudden? You didn’t make me go through all these hoops last night,” I say.
“It’s different in the heat of the moment.”
I hate that he’s being so…whatever this is. Careful? Considerate?
I walk around the coffee table so I’m standing between his legs, looking down at him. He inhales.
“Can you not be annoying for five seconds?” I say, before grabbing the back of his neck. As I bring my face down, Kieran lifts his head, meeting me halfway. His lips are warm and soft, softer than I imagined, so soft compared to the rest of him. His hands grab my waist, and he pulls onto his lap. I let out a surprised gasp at the movement, and he teases my lips with his tongue.
Oh, god.
I open my mouth and his tongue slides in, and fuck, this is so hot, I’m already hard. We kiss roughly and I wonder if Kieran can tell I haven’t made out in a while because I hit my teeth on his. He doesn’t seem to notice or care though, he just brings me closer to him and kisses me harder.
This is the first time we’ve kissed. Despite everything that happened last night, our mouths didn’t touch.
My knees are on the couch on either side of Kieran, and I can feel his erection against mine. He rocks against me once and I can’t help myself from letting out a little sound.
He breaks the kiss to smirk at me.
“Shut up,” I say.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Before I can retort, he grabs the collar of my shirt and pushes it down to kiss the place where my neck meets my shoulder. The room is quiet, now filled with only the sounds of my breathing and the wet sounds of his mouth against my skin.
“Bed,” I manage.
“Mm.” Kieran pulls away, and it takes all of my effort not to kiss him again.
“Come on,” I say, getting off him. I pull my pyjama shirt off over my head as I walk over to the queen bed. “Take your clothes off.”
“Aye aye, captain,” Kieran replies, but his raspy voice undercuts his sarcasm.
I lean against the edge of the bedside table and watch Kieran. Like me, he’s already taken his shirt off, revealing the hard pecs and rows of abs that make my mouth water. He undoes the drawstring of his pants and stands before me naked. My eyes go to his erection, which is bobbing slightly. My dick throbs at the sight of it.
“Get on the bed,” I order.
The end of one lips twists, but he does as I say. He leans against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him.
I take the rest of my clothes off and sit on top of his thighs, then push myself closer to him so our cocks are flush. I follow his lead from yesterday: spitting into my hand and wrapping it around us.
Kieran hisses through his teeth. “That’s good,” he murmurs.
I watch my hand jack us both. It’s such a lewd sight, and it’s hot as hell. I’m trying to suppress my moans because I was embarrassingly noisy last night, but I can’t help it, and soon I’m panting open-mouthed. My movements get sloppy because it’s hard to concentrate.
Kieran reaches down and gently pushes my hand away, then wraps his hand around me. The sensation is stronger because his hand is touching more of my dick.
I get the idea, and reach out to jerk him off, spit and pre-come allowing me to move my hand up and down easily.
“Fuck,” Kieran mutters.
Hot breath fills the space between us. I won’t last much longer. My balls tighten. “Oh…”
