Page 114 of We Are Just Us

Kieran stepped closer, fully clothed, and ran one hand down Rory’s chest. “On the bed. On your back.”

Rory climbed onto the mattress and settled against the pillows. His cock was fully hard now, curving up toward his stomach, flushed dark and leaking at the tip.

Kieran took a moment to look at him. Spread out and naked and already desperate, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, his hands resting at his sides like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

“You look good like this,” Kieran said. “Completely at my mercy.”

Rory’s cock twitched.

Kieran climbed onto the bed, settling between Rory’s legs but not touching him yet. He popped the cap on the lube and poured a generous amount into his palm, warming it between his hands.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

Kieran wrapped his slick hand around Rory’s cock and stroked once. Slow and firm from base to tip.

Rory’s hips jerked off the bed. “Fuck.”

“Stay still.”

He stroked again. Setting a rhythm that was fast enough to feel good but not quite enough to build toward anything. Rory’s breathing was already ragged, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Kieran said, his voice low. “Getting yourself off to porn. Wishing someone else was doing it for you.”

“Yes,” Rory gasped.

“What were you thinking about when I knocked on your door?”

“You. Your hands. Your mouth. The way you, fuck, the way you looked at me in the truck.”

Kieran twisted his hand at the head of Rory’s cock, thumb swiping over the slit, and Rory’s whole body shuddered. He kept stroking, watching Rory’s face, the way his mouth fell open, the way his eyes squeezed shut, the way his hips started to move in small, desperate thrusts.

It was building. He could see it in the tension of Rory’s thighs, the flush spreading across his chest.

And then, just as Rory’s breathing hitched, just as his cock started to pulse in Kieran’s grip, Kieran let go.

Rory’s eyes flew open. “What the fuck?”

“Not yet.”

“Kieran.”

“You wanted to be edged. So I’m edging you.”

Rory groaned, his cock twitching against his stomach, desperate and abandoned.

Kieran waited. Let Rory’s breathing slow. Let the urgency fade slightly. Then he wrapped his hand around him again and stroked with purpose. Fast and tight, giving Rory no room to recover.

“Please,” Rory gasped. “Kieran, I’m so close.”

Kieran stopped.

Rory made a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. “You’re killing me.”

“Good.”

Kieran’s hand drifted lower, past Rory’s balls, down to the sensitive skin behind them. Rory’s legs fell open wider, instinctive, giving him access. He ran his fingers through the thick, coarse hair at the base of Rory’s cock, and Rory shivered.