“Not now. Or…” he reads my expression. “Only if you want to. Whenever you’re comfortable.”
I bite my thumbnail. “How would you do it?”
Kieran brings me closer to him and tells me, his breath warm against my ear.
“Okay,” I say when he’s finished explaining.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I want you to do it. If you want to.”
He smiles. “Now?”
I take a breath and nod.
Kieran touches my face with his hand, nodding in return. Then he positions me, so I’m sitting up against the headboard. He unties the drawstring on my sweatpants and shimmies them down. “Lift your hips,” he murmurs.
I do, and he slides my pants off and chucks them onto the ground. Then he places a soft hand on my growing erection, over the soft material of my briefs. Just barely, he moves his hand up and down.
My eyes flutter close for a second. No matter how often I see him, his hand still feels so good every time.
I think he’s just going to touch me over my underwear for a bit, but he continues until my erection is straining against the material, begging to get out. Then a wet spot appears.
“You’re leaking for me,” he murmurs.
I make a noise. “Touch me properly,” I say. “Please.”
He grants my wish, tugging my briefs down too. When he touches me, skin on skin, my body jerks. “Fuck.”
“Does this feel good?” he says, using a finger to spread my pre-come all over the head while he jacks me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He slides his huge hand up and down my dick a little longer, and uses his free hand to reach over to the bedside table and pull out the bottle of lube.
He takes his hand off my dick so he can pour the lube onto his fingers. I watch him, my stomach clenching. Okay, this is going to happen. He’s going to touch me there.
He moves back and uses his hand to jerk me off. The hand with the lube-slicked fingers moves to my asshole, and I flinch when he makes contact.
“Cold,” I say.
“Sorry,” Kieran says, his fingers still against my hole.
“It’s okay.”
After a moment, Kieran slides his fingers around the hole, the lube soft and silky. I relax a bit, his other hand feeling good against my dick. He’s jacking me at a slower pace than usual.
I sink against the headboard. This feels good. The sight of Kieran between my spread legs, both of his hands busy, is hot as hell.
Slowly, he presses a finger against my hole while watching me carefully for my reaction. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah.”
He slides the first finger in more easily than I expected, then slowly moves it in and out. It’s…weird. Not bad. Not amazing. Just something I’ve never felt before.
“Another finger?” I ask after a couple of minutes.
Kieran nods.
