It wasn’t what I wanted, but for now, it would have to be enough.
Stefan
The apartment felt different when we stepped inside.
Nothing had changed. The space, the light, the quiet…
Maybe it’s us.
I closed the door behind us, the softclicksettling into the silence between us.
Neither of us spoke immediately. Kieran moved through the apartment, slower than usual, as if he were aware of the space in a way he hadn’t been before.
Or perhaps he was aware of me in it.
I removed my jacket, and set it aside.
He turned then, met my gaze, and crossed the floor to stand in front of me, his movement certain. I brought my hand up to his face, my thumb brushing along his jaw before I drew him in.
The kiss was different too, sweeter, more gentle, an exploration involving lips and tongues. He responded immediately, his hands finding me with the same quiet confidence, no hesitation in the way he stepped into it, no longer restrained.
I deepened the kiss, feeling the way he stayed with me, matched me, not following, not leading, but simplythere, with me. Present.
Equal.
Kieran broke the kiss first, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. I closed the door behind us and pushed him against it, grinding against his crotch.
He laughed. “Slow down. We have all night.” He led me towards the bed, then sat on it, burying his face in my stomach, my chest. His hand found mine, and he laced our fingers as we kissed, my hand on his face, tracing the line of his cheek, his beard soft beneath my fingertips.
“Let me see that hair,” I murmured. I grasped the hem of his tee and tugged it over his head. I tossed it aside, then ran my hands over his chest, loving the feel of him. The call of that generous mouth proved too much to ignore, and I went right back to kissing him, feeling him open for me, wanting me.
I knelt beside the bed, kissing his chest, and he cradled my head, his touch light yet assured. I inhaled the smell of him, the gentle rasp of his hair against my face, the soft noises that told me he didn’t want me to stop.
Kieran pressed his lips to my forehead. “I want you,” he whispered.
I pushed him gently onto his back, then popped the button on his jeans. His dick sprang up as I pulled them past his hips, and I smiled. “So I see.”
God, I wanted him too.
Kieran
Stefan locked gazes with me as he took the head of my cock between his lips, and I let out a low moan. His hand rested on my pubes as he sucked, and I covered it with my own, supportingmy head with my hand, watching him, thrusting gently into his mouth. I laced our fingers once more, unable to tear my gaze away, both of us seemingly incapable of breaking eye contact. His tongue danced over my shaft, and I knew where I wanted it,yearnedfor it to be.
I drew my knees towards my chest, and he dived in, flicking his tongue over my pucker, pulling noises from my lips, sighs and groans of pleasure as I begged him not to stop. He licked a path from my balls to my slit, filling the air with noises of his own, sounds that spoke of hunger and desire. I pushed his face deeper, wanting that tongue inside me, not bothering to hide my need for him.
Stefan got into a rhythm, sucking the head of my dick, then probing my hole with his tongue. He kept repeating this until I was shaking, unable to lie still. He paused long enough to reach into the bedside drawer for the lube, then went right back to driving me wild with his tongue.
“Stefan.” His name came out like a plea.
He slid his thumb into my hole, and I caught my breath. His eyes locked onto mine. “Is that what you want?”
I shook my head. “More.”
His lips parted, and he flicked the cap on the lube bottle. A moment later, I felt the welcome intrusion of a single finger, and before I could tell him it wasn’t enough, one became two, and I shuddered with anticipation.
Then two became three.
I loved the sensation of being full, feeling him stretch me, readying me for his cock. I pushed down, chasing more of it.