“Mike, I don’t have…”
Never taking his eyes off Killy, Mike reached into his pocket and brought out the necessary items. Another thing to like about the man he’d called Texas: always prepared.
Mike tore open the cellophane wrapper and held the condom to Killy’s dick.
Killy stopped him with a hand to the wrist. He’d not bottomed in ages. Yet the mere thought of being stretched, of Mike’s hard, uncut cock in his ass nearly made him come.
A grin crept across Mike’s face and he rolled the condom down his own erection instead. He popped open the small bottle he’d dropped on the bed, coated his fingers, and massaged Killian’s hole. Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. How long since he’d had someone inside of him?
Better yet, how long since he’d had someone inside him whose name he recalled? Thoughts of past hookups evaporated, Mike’s fingers creating a world of bliss, entering him, working in and out, stretching, preparing.
Killy shoved back onto the fingers, silently communicating he wanted more.
Mike climbed onto the bed on his knees, bending over Killy and brushing their lips together.
Oh, no. Not gentle. Not now. Not when Killian needed to reassure the best thing to enter his life in a long, long time.
Weaving his fingers through the dark waves of Mike’s hair, he held him, plundering his mouth with wild abandon. Mike waited a moment before joining in, tongue sliding against Killian’s, and a rumbling moan adding vibration.
All the while Mike worked his fingers, those wonderful, wonderful fingers into Killian, preparing the way for something so much bigger.
“Now,” Killy mumbled against Mike’s lips, nearly vibrating from anticipation.
Never breaking the kiss, Mike removed his fingers, lined himself up, and pushed. The head of his dick opened Killy, causing a nearly forgotten burn. Killy hissed through his teeth.
Mike stopped, both his body and the kiss. No!
At a loss for words, Killy reared back, seating his lover more deeply. Pain, but a sweet moment when pain blended with pleasure. Eventually the pressure gave way to pure bliss. Mike squeezed his hands under Killy’s back and moved.
Oh, how he moved. Sure strokes, working his way in, pausing and searching Killian’s face every few moments.
Killian ran his hands over Mike’s back, feeling the bunching and releasing of muscles at work. Wrapping his legs around Mike’s calves, he used the leverage to urge a faster pace.
Oh, God, yeah! So fucking good, the fullness, the pressure to the perfect spot inside.
Mike grunted, burying himself fully inside of Killy’s body. Their eyes met. Joined so completely. Never had Killian felt so connected to someone else, never before had he wanted to.
This man brought tranquility to his life, grounded him.
Then Mike pulled back, nearly all the way, and plunged in again. Yes!
Killian writhed beneath him, angling up, the cock inside him filling him, driving him toward completion. He nipped at Mike’s shoulder, sucking up a mark on his neck.
Mike drove into him, panting, sweat sheening his skin. How much more could Killian take before he shattered into a million pieces?
Tingling within turned to pressure, the familiar moment of hovering on the edge. He grabbed his cock, frantically stroking. God, he needed this, needed to cum. “Harder!” he muttered, the word coming out as a moan.
Mike slammed into him, once more, twice more. Killian tipped over the edge.
“Ahhh!” Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Killian shut off his brain and simply felt. His muscles shuddered, clenching Mike tight.
A moment later Mike’s cries joined his, Mike stilling above him. The smell of sex and sweat nearly made Killian cum again.
He lay on his back, breaths ragged, heart pounding. Instead of getting dressed and leaving like past fucks, Mike flopped down beside him, pulling him close until Killy’s head lay on his chest.
Boom, boom, boom,went the heart beneath his ear. Warm hands stroked his shoulder, his back.
Still sticky and not caring, Killian fell asleep in Mike’s arms.
