Then Kieran cleared his throat. "Alright, let's peel back another layer," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "What exactly are you hoping for tonight, Thane?"
I took a breath, meeting his gaze directly. "I want to be inside you. If you're comfortable with that, I want to top you tonight."
Kieran’s eyes widened slightly, a genuine, delighted smile breaking across his face. The lingering tension completely vanished from his shoulders. "Comfortable? Thane, you have no idea how much I was hoping you’d say that. I prefer to bottom."
A wave of relief washed over me, replaced quickly by a surge of excitement. "Really?"
"Really," Kieran murmured, leaning forward so his chest brushed against mine. "You don't have to worry. We are definitely on the same page."
I smiled, sliding my hand from his cheek down to the back of his neck. "Good. Because now that I know what you want, I intend to take very good care of you."
Kieran swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. "I'm holding you to that."
I reached into the bedside drawer—habit, always prepared—and found a condom and a small bottle of lube. I had to steady my own hands as I tore the packet open. I couldn't hide it.
Kieran noticed. He reached up and covered my hand with his. "Hey," he said softly. "It's okay. We're okay."
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Yeah."
I sheathed myself, slicked my fingers, and then I was touching him—between his legs, the soft, hot skin behind his balls, the tight furl of his entrance. He jumped at the first contact, but I pressed a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his mouth.
"Just breathe for me, baby," I whispered. "I've got you."
I circled him with a fingertip, then pushed in slowly, one knuckle, two. He gasped and clenched around me, his eyes screwing shut.
"Look at me, Kieran."
He forced them open. The trust in that gaze nearly undid me.
"You’re doing so good," I said, the words came out impulsively.
He shuddered—a full-body thing—and the tension drained out of him all at once, as the praise had reached somewhere words usually couldn't.
His eyes went soft and unfocused, his whole body going pliant and trusting beneath me. "That's it," I murmured. "There you go. Let me in. You're doing so well for me." He whimpered at that, melting further, and I worked him open with patient, gentle strokes, adding another finger when he started to rock into my hand.
"Please," he said, voice wrecked. "I'm ready. Please."
I pulled my fingers out, and he whimpered at the emptiness. I positioned myself at his entrance, the head of my cock pressing against his slick hole. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Tell me if it's too much," I said.
He nodded. "It won't be."
I pushed inside.
Slow. So slow I could feeleveryinch of him, the heat, the tightness, the way his body yielded inch by inch. His mouth formed a silent O, his fingers digging into my shoulders. When I was fully seated, I stopped, letting him adjust.
"Okay?" My voice was rough.
He nodded again, eyes wet. "Don't move yet. Just—I just want to feel you."
I stayed still, buried in him, our bodies flush. I could feel his heart, or maybe it was my own. I pressed my forehead to his.
"You're so tight," I breathed. "So perfect."
He let out a shaky laugh. "You're big."
I softly kissed him.
