Kieran smirked, ignoring my very interested cock and veering off sideways, biting down on my hip. My fingers tangled in his hair, either to control the situation or to encourage him—I wasn’t sure which.
I wanted to offer advice, at least give him a few pointers—this was all in the spirit of education, right?—but when he looked up at me through long, dark lashes, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, words seemed hard.
Not as hard asotherthings, but…
Fuck, now I was making the puns in my own head without any encouragement.
That was definitely it. My sexual relationship with Kieran was going to be defined not by a beautiful new experience, not by showing him the joy of gay sex, but bypuns.
I laughed at the thought. That… that worked for us.
“Care to share with the class?” Kieran asked, pausing as he kissed his way down my thigh, cock apparently forgotten.
“Words hard,” I said. “Cock harder.”
Kieran snorted, resting his nose against my thigh as he laughed silently.
This? This was what sex wassupposedto be like. Fun. Playful. Not serious, nottoodesperate, not…
Not anonymous, or about scratching an itch. That was fine, it wasn’twrong, but it wasn’t really good sex. Not for me, anyway. Not anymore.
Being with Kieran was so much better than anyone else I’d ever been with. The closest I’d come to this level of uncomplicated happiness was when I’d been in college and fooling around with other guys just starting to discover themselves.
Being Kieran’s first man was alotmore rewarding than I’d expected. It was a shame this was still too fragile to survive the trip back to Slow Falls tomorrow.
“I can’tbelieveyou said that,” Kieran chuckled as he recovered. “Why are you like this?” he asked, but he was grinning at me, and all I wanted was for him to keep looking at me like that.
Like it was fun to be around me, like I was the only person in the room. Even when I wasn’t.
“I said it. I’d say it again,” I admitted. I wasn’t nearly as sorry as I probably should have been.
“I know,” Kieran murmured. “’s why I’m here with you.”
“For the puns?” I raised an eyebrow as he nuzzled my thigh, a throb of lust and a rush of blood making me gasp as he worked his way back up, dipping his tongue into the crease, so close to my cock now that I could feel the heat of his breath on it.
“Because you’reyou,” Kieran corrected. “And you wouldn’t be you if you wouldn’t stand by a terrible pun at an inappropriate moment.”
“This is the most appropriate moment,” I said, hoping I wouldn’t be asked to defend that position. I wassureI’d be able to back it up if only most of the blood hadn’t drained out of my brain at this point.
Kieran laughed again, and then licked a tentative stripe up the length of my cock, and there was nowayI could form complete sentences now.
“That’s it,” I murmured, which made about as much sense as I was capable of. My fingers were still tangled in Kieran’s hair and I vaguely wondered if I was pulling too hard, but he wasn’t complaining, and I didn’t want to stop him by asking.
His mouth was so impossibly hot and soft andgoodas he explored, tongue and lips mapping out the shape of my cock, a lick here, a kiss there, gentle fingertips rolling my balls, brushing behind, making me gasp and squirm under him.
A sharp hiss made him pause, looking up at me with those devastating eyes again, uncertain. How many people had seen this? I must have been one of a very lucky few.
“Good hiss,” I mumbled, tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth. He was already going back to work, testing and teasing, and he must have had thisdoneto him a hundred times, but this was the first time he wasdoingit. The thought of what a precious, perfect moment this was made me moan, toes curling as he pressed the flat of his tongue to the head of my cock.
And then I was suddenlyinhis mouth, surrounded by all that heat, and my brain shut off.
Eyes screwed shut and fingers gripping his hair, all I could do wasfeel. Feel the softness of his tongue, the way it stroked and swirled around me, the pressure of his lips and cheeks, hollowed around me. I reached out with my free hand and ran the edge of my finger along his cheekbone, forcing myself not to thrust into his mouth as my finger dipped lower and I could feel myself inside.
“Fuck,” I breathed, orgasm building tight in my gut, thighs trembling with the effort of not thrusting into Kieran’s mouth. He couldn’t take it, I couldn’t do it to him, I wanted him toenjoythis.
The sheets creaked as the hand not in Kieran’s hair fell back to the mattress, gripping them hard, hips rocking in the tiniest circles as Kieran took a little more of my length. I made the mistake of looking down to see his head bobbing, tongue darting out to lap glistening fluid from my cock.
A low groan tore at the back of my throat as it escaped me. I already felt wrecked and I hadn’t come yet, but I wasn’t far off, either. So close,soclose.
