Kieran didn’t wait for permission before stroking Derek’s cock. If he wanted to be Derek’s submissive, then he’d need towait for permission in the future, but he could indulge him this time. Kieran slid Derek’s foreskin back and licked his lips.
“Turn over, Kieran.”
“But I wanted to see if I could get it all down my throat.”
Jesus! He was testing all of Derek’s restraint.
“You know what would make me happy? You turning over so I can enjoy my favourite meal.”
Kieran’s eyes darkened, and he flipped over, sticking his gorgeous arse in the air. Derek dropped to his knees and realised he should probably stop doing that at his age. Not caring about the twinge he’d felt, he dived in, intending to draw at least one more orgasm out of Kieran.
Even though Kieran had slept in his bed every night he’d been here, this was the first time Derek could keep the man in his arms without worrying he was overstepping. He’d pulled three orgasms out of Kieran yesterday, before he’d allowed him to bring Derek to climax. The things Kieran could do with his mouth meant it hadn’t taken long.
Kieran hadn’t asked to take things further, and Derek was pleased about that. He hadn’t wanted Kieran to feel rejected, but there was no chance they were doing that so soon. Kieran hadn’t fully processed what had happened to him yet, and Derek still wasn’t sure what all this meant. He knew Kieran could have just reached out to him, as he was there, and he needed to take back control when it came to sex, making his own choices. Derek hoped it could be more than that, but for now he could bring the boy pleasure without them going all the way. He wasn’t sure if his heart could take it if Kieran rejected him after they’d connected in that way. What they were doing kept some emotional distance and protected them both, for now at least.
He’d finished making bacon sandwiches when Kieran walked in looking sleepy and cute. He had his own joggingbottoms on, since Hassan had brought him some of his stuff. That’s all he was wearing, though, showing off the artwork on his body.
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to tattoo me?”
“Definitely. Do you know what you want?”
“Can you do portraits?”
Kieran nodded. “I do those in black, grey, and white.”
Derek went over to the bookcase and picked up a picture of his old dog, Gary. He’d gotten him when he’d bought this place after divorcing Kieran’s mum. He’d been a rescue and had a few health problems, but they’d had seven amazing years together. This was his favourite picture of him. He passed it to Kieran.
“Yeah, I can do this, no problem. Where do you want it?”
“Where do you recommend?”
“Pull your pants down.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, your arms are out as they’re already covered. Some of those need fixing, by the way. I can do you mate’s rates.”
Derek chuckled.
“I thought your thigh could work, but I need to check the surface area I’ve got.”
Derek wasn’t wearing any underwear, but he did as he was told. Kieran’s mouth opened, and his eyes looked like they’d glazed over.
“That’s not where I want the tattoo, Kieran.”
“Oh, sorry. Right, let me check.”
Kieran got on his knees, his face right in front of Derek’s cock, which thickened immediately. Kieran gave a devilish grin and then looked at Derek’s thigh. As soon as his fingers connected with Derek’s skin, he was fully hard, with the head pressed against Kieran’s cheek.
“Kieran, what are you doing?”
“A tattoo consultation.”
Derek chuckled. “I’ve never had one like this before.”
“Well, I have my own style.”
Before Derek could say anything else, Kieran was licking the end of his cock. He’d never seen someone look so perfect on their knees. As Kieran slid Derek’s cock down his throat, all he could do was throw his head back and try not to cum too quickly.
