Page 115 of We Are Just Us

“I love this,” Kieran said quietly. “How unapologetically you just are.” He circled his hole with one slick finger. “You want this?”

“Yes. Please.”

He pressed gently, and Rory opened for him. Easy. Ready.

Kieran crooked his finger, finding his prostate, and Rory’s entire body jerked. His cock was leaking steadily now, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

“More?” Kieran asked.

“God, yes. Two. Please.”

Kieran hesitated, teasing. “You sure?”

Rory’s eyes opened, dark and direct. “I’ve seen your cock, Kieran. I definitely need more than one.”

“Fuck, Rory.”

He added more lube, then pressed two fingers inside. Rory opened for him beautifully, a low groan escaping as Kieran worked them deeper. He added his other hand back to Rory’s cock, stroking in time with the movement of his fingers, and Rory’s control shattered.

“I’m gonna—Kieran, I can’t hold it.”

Kieran pulled both hands away.

Rory whimpered.

“Not yet,” Kieran said again, though his own breathing was unsteady now. Watching Rory like this was almost enough to make him come in his pants.

Rory’s hand moved toward his own cock, seeking relief.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Kieran said sharply, a smirk curling on his face.

Rory froze.

“Hands over your head.”

Rory obeyed, stretching his arms up and gripping the headboard, his entire body on display.

“Good. Keep them there.”

“Please,” Rory whispered. “Kieran, please. I need to come. I’m so close. I’ve been close for…I don’t know how fucking long.”

Kieran wrapped his hand around Rory’s cock again and stroked. Intentional now, exactly how Rory needed. He pushed two fingers back inside, crooking them into his prostate, and Rory’s entire body went rigid.

“Then come,” Kieran said. “Come for me.”

Rory shattered.

His orgasm tore through him. Hands white-knuckled on the headboard, a shout ripping from his throat that Kieran felt in his own chest. His whole body was trembling, as his cock pulsed hard in Kieran’s grip, cum shooting hot over Kieran’s fingers, across his chest, pooling on his stomach. Kieran didn’t stop stroking. Didn’t stop moving his fingers inside him. He held on through every wave until Rory was shaking, oversensitive, gasping for breath.

“Stop,” Rory finally choked out. “I can’t. Too much.”

Kieran eased off, pulling his fingers free carefully and releasing Rory’s cock.

Rory collapsed against the pillows, chest heaving, looking absolutely destroyed.

“Holy. Shit.”

Kieran sat back, his own cock aching in his jeans, his hand still slick and warm. “Yeah.”