Page 138 of Should Our Stars Collide

Ash isn’t supposed tohearthoughts, but the way he stops what he’s doing, his gaze snapping up to lock with Kieran’s… It makes him wonder if Ash is developing a new ability.

Still maintaining eye contact, Ash finally gets the jeans off, leaving Kieran in his underwear. He’s already fully hard, even though they haven’t done anything yet. There’s fire crackling under his skin, burning brighter the longer Ash looks at him.

Kieran’s always hated it when people look at him. Hated thejudgment he could see in their eyes, sometimes even feel it in his own body.

Ash watching him, though? Fuck, he wants more of it. Where other people’s attention always made him feel dirty, Ash’s makes him feels like a fucking prize. That shit is addictive.

“How much longer are you going to stare at me?” Kieran asks lightly. Yeah, he likes the attention, but he hasa situationhere.

“I could stare at you all day. You’re fucking beautiful, firecracker.”

Kieran’s throat closes up, and pressure builds behind his eye sockets. He can’t cry now! This was supposed to be sexy! Leave it to Ash to get sappy at the most inconvenient of times.

He throws an arm over his face. “I hate you so much.”

Ash answers with a warm, rumbling laugh, and with fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Kieran’s briefs. “Love you too, brat.”

Then Kieran is naked, and his dick is in Ash’s mouth.

A startled scream is punched out of him, both from surprise and the sensation of Ash lips wrapped around him, tight and hot. He takes Kieran in all the way, his throat working around the tip. Kieran makes some inhuman noise, moving his arm out of the way so he can see what the fuck Ash is doing.

Big mistake.

Ash’s gaze is already on him and, somehow, even with a cock in his mouth, he manages to look smug, his pupils almost fully blown. He looks like a damn sex demon, and Kieran has sold his soul to him. The fact he’s still completely dressed while Kieran doesn’t have a thread on him makes everything all the more obscene.

And the worst thing? Kieran’s already close. Just from this. From being called beautiful. From being looked at like the world’s eighth wonder. From seeing the desire in Ash’s eyes, feeling it in his touch.

Ash, the bastard, can of course sense it. He pulls off torturously slow, letting his teeth scrape over the tip in a way Kieran hadno ideahe liked. He’s once again reminded that between the two of them, Ash is the one who knows him better. Down to how he likes his dick sucked,apparently.

“You…are such a freak,” he grumbles, out of breath, hips rising to seek the warmth of Ash’s mouth.

He expects Ash to pull off, tease him more, make him toe the edge for longer, but that’s not the case. Ash obliges, swallowing him down, doing something that should be physically impossible with his tongue. When his hand strays between Kieran’s legs, fingers dipping between his cheeks and grazing his hole, Kieran’s no longer toeing the edge. He’s tipping over, fast and uncontrolled, flying high instead of falling.

It’s definitely too fast for him to give Ash any kind of warning. Not that the pervert seems to need one. Instead of backing off like any normal person would, he takes Kieran in deeper, pinning his hips to the mattress. With his nose pressed into Kieran’s lower belly, he swallows as Kieran’s dick throbs with the first blast of come.

Burying both hands in Ash’s hair, Kieran throws his head back, aiming his screams towards the ceiling. “F-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck.”

The asshole has the nerve to laugh while having Kieran in what can only be called a cocklock. Using histhroat. The vibration, combined with the pleasure-pain from Ash’s firm grip has Kieran’s orgasm going on and on, his muscles aching from how hard they keep contracting.

Then Ash is pulling off of him, keeping the suction going as if to make sure he got every last drop. It creates a filthy, wet sound as he pops off, and if Kieran hadn’t already been overheated to a dangerous point, he’d blush over that.

His vision is a little blurry as he peers at Ash, too worn out to lift his head. Even so, he can clearly see the pompous, proud expression on Ash’s stupidly handsome face.

“You’re an animal,” he informs him; not really a complaint.

His gaze falls to the bulge straining against the zipper of Ash’s pants. He reflexively licks his lips. The sudden surge of heat over the idea of tasting Ash’s cock shocks him.

This whole time, he’s been a spoiled pillow princess, letting Ash do things to him but never returning the favor. Granted, Ash seems to love treating him like a pillow princess, and granted, his controllingstreak makes it challenging for Kieran to take initiative. But he could’ve ‘ordered’ Kieran to do things to him. To touch him. He definitely doesn’t seem the type to turn down a blowjob, not with the way his eyes always travel to Kieran’s mouth, dark with desire.

Which means that he hasn’t brought it up because he didn’t want to rush Kieran, or freak him out.

That thoughtful, annoyingly sweet pervert.

Kieran lifts his gaze back to Ash’s face just in time to witness his eyes changing color. Sneaky bastard.

On second thought, this might be helpful. Kieran’s not great with words unless they’re used as insults, so why not let his mind do the talking for him?

With heat creeping up his neck, he summons the image of himself—well, his mouth, full of Ash’s cock. Even without saying a word, this is still so fucking embarassing.