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His hands traveled down farther, one gripping my ass, fingers of the other teasing at the waistband of my jeans. After a few seconds, Kieran hooked both of his thumbs onto the denim and tugged downward. I took the hint and stepped back a little, not breaking the kiss, just making enough space that his hands could get between us and open my fly.

That was all it took and a second later, Kieran was sinking to his knees, yanking my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs. He took my cock, already hard and aching, in one hand and glanced up at me, a question on his face, eyebrows raised, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“Please,” I murmured, nodding and dropping one hand to bury in his hair, bracing myself against the wall with my other hand.

Kieran hummed again and leaned forward, taking the crown of my cock into his mouth, making me suck in a breath. He dragged his tongue against the underside, stroking that spot a few times, and I groaned as precum leaked from my tip.

“God, Kier.” I tightened my fingers and urged him forward.

Kieran took the direction and eased my cock fully into his mouth, groaning as he did. I rested my head against the wall as he sucked me down, reveling in the sensations, unable to think of anything except how good he was making me feel.

He began to bob his head on my cock, taking it in his throat and stroking the shaft with one hand every time he pulled back. Kieran’s free hand rested on my hip, guiding me in and out, fingers curled into the muscle. As he began to pick up the pace, he moaned, his mouth full of me, the simple thought causing heat to build in my balls and the pit of my stomach to tighten.

I closed my eyes, letting the feelings wash over me as he worked to make me fall apart. My hips thrust forward slightly every time he rocked in to take me deeper. The way he sucked me became more intense, hungrier, as if he was desperate to get me off and taste my release.

Concentrating on the feeling of his fingertips digging into my hip, the glide of his hand on my shaft, and the heat of his mouth kept ratcheting up the tension inside of me until I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I gritted my teeth against the impending orgasm.

“Close,” I murmured. “God, I’m so close.”

Kieran stopped sucking for a second, pulled back but kept stroking me with his fist. I opened my eyes and glanced down at him, waiting for him to tell me what he needed from me.

“I want it,” he said insistently, breathing hard. “Don’t hold back.”

“Jesus,” I muttered as he wrapped his lips around me once more. I would’ve done whatever he’d asked, but his request was the single hottest thing I’d ever heard someone say while they were blowing me.

He returned to his frantic pace, sucking me and stroking me rapidly, groaning every time the crown of my cock hit his throat. I did what he’d asked and relaxed into it, letting my hips buck forward, driven by the need to come. With the hand still buried in his hair, I tightened my grip a little more and guided him toward me at the same time.

Seconds later, the heat and tension building in my body cranked up higher and tore through me. Kieran took my cock deep in his throat and swallowed as I came, my hips stilling as I unloaded into his mouth. I let out a loud moan as my cock pulsed hard, my orgasm racking my body in waves.

When the aftershocks began to slow, I pulled back, my chest heaving with exertion. I looked down at Kieran once more and he was looking up at me, his lips slick with spit. He wiped his mouth with the base of his hand, grinning widely, and rocked back to rest on his heels.

After a few seconds, I laughed breathlessly and shook my head, reaching for Kieran and hauling him to his feet. “Come here,” I murmured, and when he stood, I yanked him in close for a deep, hungry kiss.

When our tongues met, the taste of my release still in his mouth, I groaned and stepped forward again, until our bodies were flush together, his erection pressing against me through his jeans. I carded my fingers through his hair gently, and he let out a soft moan into my mouth.

When we finally parted, breaking the kiss, I unceremoniously put my clothes back into place and pressed my palm against his cock.

“Fuck,” he said softly, as I touched him.

I leaned in and kissed the spot under his ear, moving my mouth to kiss his neck and scrape my teeth along his jaw. When I nipped at the junction of his shoulder and neck, Kieran let out a little whine and pulled my hips toward his again, rutting against me, before dropping his head back against the wall.

Moving my hands under his Henley, I glided them up, shoving his shirt up high on his body so I could access his nipples. They were both dark and hard, and I teased them with the pads of my thumbs before lowering my mouth to scrape my teeth along one.

The noise he made was pure desire, a helpless whimper that went directly to my groin and made my already-spent cock attempt to thicken again. I pressed my palm against Kieran’s cock, stroking it over his clothes, and his hips moved incrementally, thrusting up into my touch.

I wanted to suck him, to please him the way he’d done for me, but I wanted more, too. I hauled his jeans and boxer briefs down around his thighs before kissing my way back up to his throat.

Easing one hand around to his ass, I dragged a finger along his cleft. “I want to taste you here,” I murmured. His responding moan was enough to tell me he liked the idea. I pressed one last kiss to his jaw before pulling back. I lifted my chin toward the desk in the middle of the tiny room. “Bend over. Hands on top.”

Kieran let out a breathless little huff and a tiny noise from the back of his throat before doing exactly what I’d said. He looked debauched, his ass exposed to me like that, and I could hardly wait to please him.

I sank to my knees behind him and parted his ass with my thumbs, revealing his hole to me. With a soft groan, I leaned in and pressed the tip of my tongue to it gently, teasing him a little. Kieran huffed out a sharp breath and rocked back, which I took as a good sign, and pressed my tongue against him a little more firmly. Taking my time, I alternated strokes of my tongue and pressing against his hole with one thumb, slowly working him open, helping him relax his muscles so I could take him apart.

After several long moments of teasing, I began to work faster, leaning in and thrusting my tongue in before sliding a fingertip inside. Kieran groaned and let out a soft murmur of approval, so I continued my work, sliding my finger into him deeper and working my tongue alongside it.

It didn’t take long until I was able to add a second finger, thrusting them both inside and angling until I found it, the spot that made him lurch forward and let out a deep, guttural sound.

I chuckled but waited, not wanting to do anything he wasn’t into. It only took a fraction of a second until Kieran rocked backward onto my fingers.