“Piss off,” he said, smacking Hassan’s hand away and laughing.
“Are you worried he just sees you as a bit of fun?”
Kieran shook his head. “Definitely not. If anything, he’s holding back. I haven’t had thefullexperience from him yet.”
“He’s still not fucked you?”
“Yeah, he’s done that. It’s just tamer than I thought it would be.”
“Ah, boring.”
“Stop saying that! If you must know, I’ve never been fucked so well in my life.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Sorry, babes. He’s better than you.”
“You don’t know the moves I’ve picked up over the last ten years.”
Kieran chuckled. That was a fair point. They’d both been relatively inexperienced when they’d first fucked, but his bestie had still been bossy back then.
“I guess I’m not used to being ... I don’t know what the word is. I guess I could say he respects me and doesn’t treat me like I’m just a body to fuck.”
“You know that’s a good thing, don’t you, Kieran?”
“Of course I do. But I enjoy feeling used as well. I don’t think I’d ever feel like that with Derek, even if he was in full dom mode.”
“Again, not a bad thing, Kieran. You deserve to be respected, cherished, and loved.”
Kieran nodded his agreement. Hassan was right. He deserved that, so why did it feel so alien to him? His history with men was the obvious answer, but he was worried it had messed him up so badly that when he had something amazing, he would always feel like he didn’t deserve it.
“Why don’t you talk to him?” Hassan suggested.
“He’s busy at the club tonight and tomorrow. We’re spending the day together on Monday.”
“Have you thought any more about your sister?”
“No. I need to get a job first before I do anything else.”
“Or you could use that money to open your own shop.”
He shook his head. Kieran felt that if he spent the money from Grant on his own shop, he would somehow own part of it. Kieran knew he was being stupid, but he couldn’t help overthinking things. When he opened his own shop, he wanted to have done it on his own merit, but the money would come in handy for giving him a safety net whilst he looked for another job.
Derek pulled Kieran into a kiss the moment he walked through the door. Derek had given him a key to come and go as he pleased, but he still felt obliged to knock when he was home. Kieran melted against him and stroked his hand over the man’s hard cock, then groaned and deepened the kiss. Maybe they could have a little fun before they went out forlunch. Sadly, that wasn’t an option when Derek pulled away and turned Kieran around before pushing him out the door.
“Can’t we just have lunch here?” he asked.
“No, because if we stay here, the only thing I’ll be eating is your hole.”
Derek’s voice went extra deep when he said that, which made Kieran’s legs feel like they were going to buckle. Derek chuckled and guided Kieran down the path. Thankfully, they were only going somewhere within walking distance. Derek had asked if Kieran wanted to go somewhere in Central London, but he liked the local restaurants. There was a lot of choice nearby and they weren’t overly busy, nor were they packed with tourists.
There were going to what Kieran would describe as a “posh café.” It had low lighting, impeccable decoration, and great service, but served anything you would find in a greasy spoon. The exception was that the chips weren’t greasy, there were fewer of them, and they were served in a basket rather than just dumped on your plate. Kieran liked the wraps they did here, so he went for the chicken and halloumi, with chips and salad on the side. Normally, he would have just had salad, but Derek was always grumbling that he didn’t eat enough.
“How was your lunch with the guys?” asked Derek.
“Great. I wish we could do it more often.”
“Why can’t you?”
