“Kneel,” he said, not answering Kieran’s question.
He took his position. The pillow was soft on his knees. One thing that put Derek above every other guy he’d been with was his thoughtfulness. Any thoughts of anything flew out of his mind the moment Derek’s thick tongue licked against his hole. He pulled Kieran’s cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in further, swapping between opening him up and licking across his pucker. It felt like he was being both tasted and savoured at the same time. He couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. Derek had said it was his favourite meal, and he wasn’t kidding. In the last two weeks, Kieran had been rimmed more than he had in his entire life. He’d usually be lucky if guys even prepped him. It was something he was expected to do himself, and usually before he got there, because they wanted him bent over the minute he walked in the door.
Was this what he should have been experiencing the whole time? It was overwhelming, and not something he should think about now. All the crap in his head could do one for tonight. That was easier when the first of Derek’s thick, spit-slicked fingers slid inside him and rubbed against his prostate. Kieran jolted with pleasure. The man knew what to do with his fingers, but this was the furthest they’d gone before. Kieran knew he was going to be ruined for other men when Derek got bored with him, but hopefully that wouldn’t be for a long time. He’d have to make sure he performed well tonight, so Derek would want to do it again. He squealed when Derek slapped him on one of his arse cheeks.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, chuckling against Kieran’s hole. “Get on the bed, on your back.”
Kieran obeyed, although he felt apprehensive. He didn’t have a great poker face at the best of times, but with Derek he couldn’t hide anything. Being on his back was intimate, but this was Derek, so he felt safe. The man slipped his tongue into Kieran’s mouth, and all intrusive thoughts were gone. Derek was the best kisser he’d ever had, though kissingwasn’t something that happened a lot for Kieran, but when it did, it wasn’t usually tender like this. He moaned as two lubed-up fingers pushed inside him.
“When did you get the lube?”
“I’m always prepared.”
Kieran laughed. That was something else that was different. The sex felt fun, rather than performative, but given this wasn’t a scene, maybe that was why it felt different.
“How are you feeling?” asked Derek, those eyes boring into him.
“I’ll feel better when you get your dick inside me.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, causing Kieran to laugh. Derek used that to push three fingers inside Kieran.
“Oh, fuck . . . how thick are your fingers?”
“Not as thick as my cock, so you need to be patient. I’ll tell you when you’re ready. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Derek snorted. “Brat!”
Kieran got lost in the pleasure of Derek’s three fingers probing, stretching, pleasuring, and getting him close to the edge.
“You need to hurry the fuck up or I’m going to cum.”
Derek pulled his fingers out.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll tell you when you can cum. Can you hold it back for me when I’m inside you, Kieran? I want to take my time with you.”
“You can just fuck me twice.”
“I’m not twenty-eight anymore.”
“Challenge accepted!”
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you.”
It was a statement, not a question. He leaned forward and kissed Kieran, and it felt emotional, as if Derek was trying to say something to him without words. Tears stung his eyes, and he wasn’t sure why.
“Are you okay?” asked Derek, the concern clear in his voice.
Fuck. This man missed nothing.
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
“No, please,” he said, getting choked up. “I can’t wait anymore. Please, I need this.”
Derek was looking at him closely. Kieran was silently begging that he wouldn’t change his mind.
