Page 139 of Should Our Stars Collide

He doesn’t get to be embarrassed for long. Ash sucks in a breath, lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl, and shuffles up Kieran’s body until his crotch is right in front of Kieran’s face.

Kieran feels his eyes grow wide like saucers. Oh-kay, so he might’ve got ahead of himself, because wanting to suck dick is one thing, but being physically capable of it is another! And what’s with this position?! Is he a pornstar, or what?

His face must speak volumes, because Ash chuckles and palms himself over the clothes.

“Do you want my dick, Kieran?”

Kieran can’t help it: he glares, humiliation twisting like a snake inside him. It takes effort not to cover up his face, but he won’t give Ash the satisfaction.

But Ash doesn’t gloat. He gently pinches Kieran’s chin between two fingers and kisses him. The angle is awkward, especially because Ash has to fold himself in half to do it, but the tenderness of the kiss sends Kieran off balance. Not that he was particularly balanced before…

Ash replaces his mouth with his thumb, gently pulling on Kieran’slower lip. In a much deeper, much softer voice, he asks: “Do you want to make me feel good, firecracker?

Kieran’s insides twist again, for an entirely different reason. “Y-yeah.”

He’s rewarded with a smile, another kiss, and a pillow placed carefully under his head.

Then Ash is rising back up and unbuttoning his shirt. Finally, Kieran won’t be the only one nak?—

Ash keeps the shirt on, just rolls his sleeves up halfway before going for his pants. He pops the button open, drags the zipper down, and unceremoniously pulls his cock out. The lack of teasing and show attests to how impatient he is.

Kieran would boast about it, but he’s too busy staring at Ash’s hand, slowly stroking his very hard,very realdick, the tip wet with pre-come. Five inches away from Kieran’s face.

Kieran’s salivary glands decide this is the perfect moment to begin overproduction.

Fuck. Maybe I’m an animal too.Because he’s seen what Ash is packing before, even felt it, but he’s never reacted like this.Stockholm syndrome. That must be it. Or conditioning. Whatever that shit is called these days.

Maybe it’s not Ash’s dick. Maybe it’s just…Ash.The way he can be so dirty and sweet at the same time, making Kieran squirm while also making him calm. Watching him like a slab of meat he can’t wait to devour, while touching him like he’s the most precious, beautiful thing across universes.

Damn right Kieran wants to make him feel good. He wants to make him feel at least half as appreciated, half as wanted, as Ash makeshim.

Taking his shame and, well, dignity, Kieran bundles them up and shoves them into a box filled withthings we want to bury that will catch up with us later.Once that’s nice and locked, he seeks out Ash’s eyes.

And opens his mouth.

Ash mirrors him, his jaw dropping on a surprised exhale. The hand on his dick slides lower, gripping the base.

Did he… Did he almost come? Just because Kieran finally decided to act like the slut he’s probably been this whole time?

Emboldened by a new-found resolution, and a dash of curiosity, Kieran grabs Ash’s thighs and pulls him forward. Given the size difference between them, it barely moves him, but the intention is clear.

Ash shuffles up and closes the remaining distance, the head of his cock dragging across Kieran’s parted lips. On instinct, Kieran’s tongue darts out, expecting to taste something bitter and weird. The absence of either makes him pause, then go for another taste. It’s nothing like he remembers from being twenty and, uh, trying out what his own tastes like, andpromptly running to the bathroom to wash his mouth.

There’s no need for that now. Ash tastes like…not much of anything, just faintly of salt. It’s his scent that has Kieran’s senses on alert; a combination of sweat, musk, and something that’s inherently Ash, heady and enticing.

Kieran almost rolls his eyes at himself.Wax poetic about a guy’s dick, why don’t you?

Then there’s a hand carding through his hair, stealing his attention. “How is it?” Ash asks, voice shaky, like he’s fighting to hold back. Kieran hears the real question behind it:Are you okay with this? Do you want to stop?

He pulls back just enough that he’s not mouthing at Ash’s dick. “Tell the truth; you have a stash of pineapple juice hidden somewhere, right?”

Ash’s eyes sparkle, a hearty laugh forcing itself out. “Is that your way of telling me you like how I taste?” Without expecting an answer—thank god for that—he strokes Kieran’s hair again. “I want to fill that pretty mouth. Will you let me?”

Kieran’s nodding before he can berate himself for acting too eager. Whatever, why should he care when Ash is looking at him likethat?

“Pinch me if you need to stop, or pause. Hell, pinch me if you get a cramp.”

Kieran chuckles lightly. “Okay.”