Yeah. I wasn’t even going to think it.
Stefan’s breath warmed my neck. “Is that okay?”
I arched my back, and he filled me to the hilt. “Oh God,” I moaned. “You’re all the way home.”
And so was I.
Our bodies slammed together, the slap of flesh against flesh loud in the quiet of the apartment, competing with our cries and groans. When he pulled free of me, I gasped, until he removed every stitch of my clothing, propelled me across the kitchen, and bent me over the table. Then he slid back into me, my shaft solid and pointing towards the floor.
I rested my forearms on the tabletop, my body buffeted as he drove into me.
“My mother… would be telling me… off right now,” I managed to get out, my words punctuated by each thrust.
“For getting fucked in the kitchen?” he panted.
“No—for having my elbows on the table.” I was getting so close. “Stefan… pull out,” I croaked.
He was out of me within seconds. “Is something wrong?”
I stood, turned around, and kissed him, long and deep. “No. Just a change of direction, that’s all.” Then I flipped us. “Lie on the table.”
His eyes widened, but he did as I asked.
I grabbed his jeans that were still around his thighs and tugged them free of his legs. Then I pushed his knees towards his chest and went to town on his hole, flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh my God.” Stefan closed his eyes again, his arms hooked under his knees. “Don’t stop.”
I paused long enough to chuckle. “We still have a few flat surfaces to try out. So I don’t intend stopping anytime soon.” I lapped at his pucker, loving how it contracted, then looked around for the lube. “This won’t last long,” I told him.
“Then we’ll do it all over again tonight.” He moaned as I pressed two slick fingers inside him. “Who are you, and what did you do with Kieran?”
I sawed in and out of him. “That was meek and mild Kieran. I left him in Manchester. They’re welcome to him.” I pulled my fingers free and slicked up my shaft, guiding it into position. “This is bad, bold Kieran, who isn’t afraid to show what he wants.”
Stefan reared his head up off the table. “Fuck me, bad, bold Kieran.”
“With pleasure.” I tugged him until his arse hung over the edge of the table, then slid into my favourite place on this earth.
“God, I love your cock,” he groaned. “So good.”
“The name’s Kieran, but God will do just as well.” I dug my fingers into his hips, drove my dick into him, the sound hot as fuck, and suddenly I was there. I came inside him, mouth wide, breathless and more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. Stefan followed seconds later, his cum arcing into the air, harder than I’d seen him shoot before. I pulled him upright, and we were in each other’s arms, kissing, laughing, both of us sweaty and sticky?—
And I was the happiest I’d been for a long time.
Maybe for ever.
This is what true freedom feels like.
I was finally a man at peace—with myself.
Stefan
The Ferris wheel carriage rocked gently as it lifted away from the ground, the noise of the Christmas market receding beneath us. Berlin stretched out in lights, the Alexanderplatz market glowing below us, stalls clustered together, people moving in slow currents, laughter and music drifting upward in fragments, interlaced with shouts from the ice rink as people skated around the frozen fountain.
Kieran leaned back, one arm draped along the seat behind me, his other hand clutching the small glass jug that had contained Glühwein.
“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured.
I glanced at him. “Believe what?”