Page 128 of Should Our Stars Collide

There’s another hindrance, though. Ash might’ve put his mind at ease, but shame is still a big issue for Kieran. Allowing himself to want things—and letting himself have them—is still something he struggles with.

“By the way, if you don’t choose, there will be consequences,” he says calmly, sensing that Kieran has been looking for a loophole, but tough luck. If he doesn’t make the choice hewantsto make just because he’s ashamed, Ash will need to lead him to it.

“What consequences?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” He doesn’t have anything specific in mind, but doesn’t need to. It’s all about making Kieran choose what he really wants.

And it works like a charm.

With the sound of a wounded animal, Kieran shuffles up until he’s hovering over Ash’s face. There’s probably not an inch of his skin that isn’t burning bright red, and he’s gripping onto the headboard like it’s the only thing preventing him from certain death, but he did it. He made a choice.

“Good boy,” Ash praises, using his thumbsto pull Kieran’s cheeks apart. “I missed this.”

Kieran starts to say something, likely complaining about what a pervert Ash is, but it gets cut short when Ash’s tongue sweeps over his hole.

His body surges forward, forehead knocking against the wall. “Ow.”

Ash tries and fails to suppress a laugh. “Are you okay?” He can’t see, but he imagines Kieran’s glaring at him again (still).

“No, I’m not fucking okay. Some filthy fucker wants to stick his tongue in my ass.”

Ash arches an eyebrow. “Am I hearing a safeword?” Silence. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I guess I’ll carry on, then.” Silence again.

Ash smiles in victory and dives back in. He takes it easy at first, using the flat of his tongue to lick between Kieran’s cheeks, slow and unhurried, repeating the action over and over. Kieran shivers through it, his body jolting intermittently, like every touch is sending an electric shock through him. His thighs tremble with the effort to keep himself up, and he holds onto the headboard so hard it creaks ominously.

Ash scrapes his teeth gently over the inside of Kieran’s cheek before circling his tongue over his entrance.

“F-fuck. Jesus, Ash.”

Wanting to smile but unable to without having to stop what he’s doing, Ash repeatedly flicks his tongue over Kieran’s hole before suddenly slipping it inside. Kieran’s hand shoots down, grabbing onto Ash’s hair hard. He’s not trying to pry him off, just holds on for dear life.

Drunk on Kieran’s reactions, Ash does it again, circling his rim before pushing inside. He thrust his tongue in and out in quick succession, like he would do with his cock. The hand in his hair tightens, moans and his name spilling out of Kieran’s mouth, one blending into the other.

When Ash pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, Kieran throwshis head back, a sharp cry leaving him. He grinds down on Ash’s face, wordlessly asking for more. Ash is probably going to have a bald spot, but he couldn’t care less. Kieran is finally letting go, giving himself over to pleasure, toAsh.

“A-Ash,” he chokes out. “Ash, I—I’m…”

Ash grips him by the hips and pulls him down until Keiran isactuallysitting on his face. It’s fine, he can survive without air for a minute or two. He has other priorities.

He alternates between flicking his tongue over Kieran’s hole and thrusting in, then slowing down to a leisurely pace, leaving him guessing. The edges of his vision are slowly turning black from the oxygen deprivation by the time Kieran lets out a loud sob and comes all over the headboard. Ash tongue-fucks him through it, feeling Kieran’s muscles contract around him with the aftershocks. As his grip on Ash’s hair loosens, his body starts to go limp. He collapses next to Ash, flat on his stomach, his eyes wide and staring at nothing, like he can’t believe what just happened. And that he let it happen.

“You…are such a dirty fucker,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he can’t even muster up the strength to be angry.

Ash rolls on top of him, kissing along Kieran’s spine and making his way down. “I wasn’t always this bad. Until you.”

“Sure, blame me. Gah!” He almost flies off the bed when Ash’s teeth sink into his asscheek, right over the scar where Tequila had sunk hers in. “Psycho!”

“Sorry,” Ash says, not feeling sorry in the least, and licks the same spot.

“I ruined the headboard,” Kieran says, looking embarrassed as he stares at the stained fabric.

“Nah. It’s hardly our first rodeo. Enzymatic cleaner will take care of it.”

Kieran huffs, putting a pillow over his head and mumbling, “Should’ve known this has happened before.”