Page 129 of Should Our Stars Collide

“You usually come your brains out when I get my mouth on you.”

“…I hate you so much.”

Ash laughs and pulls the towel off his hips. He pushes himself up, kissing between Kieran’s shoulder-blades, his cock dragging across Kieran’s lower back.

“Can I come on your ass?”

Kieran sighs and sets the pillow aside. “Pervert. You have an obsession.”

“Guilty as charged. Your answer?”

Kieran shivers. Then, “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Do it.”

Not wasting another second, Ash grabs his throbbing dick, thrusting into his hand. He keeps himself braced above Kieran, the head off his cock bumping against his ass with each stroke. He watches closely for any sign of protest or discomfort, but Kieran just lies there, his breath coming quick and his hands fisting the sheets. The easy submission is like a drug to Ash, and he feels tension coiling in his belly much faster than expected.

He strokes faster, grinds against Kieran harder, leaving a trail of pre-come on his skin. Short, neanderthal noises begin to escape him as his orgasm approaches, his gaze fixed on the mark he left on Kieran’s backside.You’re mine, no matter what time you come from.

“Fuck. Fuck, Kieran.”

Kieran makes a soft noise, like a whimper, and when his legs part, the movement sending his hips higher, Ash fucking loses it. He comes with a growl, painting Kieran’s ass and thighs in white ropes. There’s so much too, after weeks of not being able to touch him properly, except through clothes. Some of it dribbles between his cheeks. Unable to help himself, Ash pulls them apart to watch his come pool into a small puddle around Keiran’s entrance.

“You into marking or something?” Kieran asks, trembling when Ash strokes his soaked hole with his thumb, short of pushing inside. “First the bite, then this. Spanking too.”

“Possibly.” He continues playing with Kieran’s hole, high on the fact he’s allowed to do this. His cock has started hardening again, and all he can think of is replacing his thumb with it and sliding inside. The memory of how warm and tight Kieran is burns fresh in his mind,making holding back nearly impossible.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Kieran sasses him, but the humor is just a cover. If the way he’s raising his hips is any indication, he has asituationgoing on, and is too embarrassed to admit it.

“I have a picture.”

Kieran stills, then flops onto his back. Indeed, he’s hard again. “What?!”

“Obtained with your permission.”

“Permission revoked.” He scrambles onto his knees hectically, then grabs Ash’s shoulders and shakes him. “Delete it. Delete it now!”

Hooking his hands behind Kieran’s thighs, Ash pulls until Kieran lands flat on his back with a high-pitched noise. He settles on top of him, not giving him a chance to get a word in before he claims his mouth.

Miraculously, Kieran doesn’t protest any more after that.

29

The next day, Kieran drags his feet through the motions of getting ready for the dreaded ‘quadruple date’. Thankfully, they’re going to some regular Indian restaurant (Ash’s favorite, as it turns out). Which is all nice and good, but it also means there are gonna be other people around. Kieran’s not sure he wants to be associated with the rest of the gang, and have witnesses on top of it!

He steps out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind him. He spends more time than he’d like to admit standing in front of the closet, deciding what to wear. It’s not actually a date, he’s not sure why he’s overthinking it so much. Meanwhile, sitting on top of the duffle bag shoved in the corner of the closet, Tequila is watching him with a suspicious gaze and a swishing tail.

“Shut up,” he tells her, which only makes her narrow her eyes. As he pulls out a pair of comfy looking jeans and a black tee, his hand brushes something soft. It turns out to be a dark-blue jumper, well-worn, slightly fraying at the neckline. No tags.

Uh-huh. Must be one of Ash’s creations. And it must be Kieran’s favorite thing to wear if the state of it is any indication. He runs the sleeve between his fingers, contemplating, then takes it off the hanger.

Ash pokes his head into the room just as Kieran drops the towel.

“Ready to go?”

“Jesus!” Kieran presses a hand over his heart. “Don’t do that! And yeah, gimme a sec. Just need to put these on.”

Ash’s gaze drops to the clothes—to the jumper. A small smile tugs at his lips. “Wearing your favorite, I see?”

Kieran flushes. “It’s chilly in the evenings.”