Page 143 of Should Our Stars Collide

“G-god.”

Ash presses into him without a heads-up, and without resistance. It’s easier to believe that the latter is due to surprise, and not because Kieran’s so desperate for him that his body accepts him like Ash is already a part of him.

“That’s it. That’s it, firecracker. Just let me in.”

Kieran nearly laughs. ‘Let him?’ His body is practically sucking him in, shivering at every inch that fills him. Watching Ash’s dick disappear in his ass is surreal, but not nearly as embarrassing as he’d expected. Strangely enough, it’s easier than having to look at his own face, twisted with pleasure instead of pain.

A small eternity later, Ash bottoms out with a ragged exhale. It turns into a moan when Kieran clenches around him involuntarily, as if his body refuses to let go.

“I missed you so much,” Ash whispers, kissing his neck.

Kieran keens, a shiver running through him. Not ‘I missed this’but ‘I missed you’.Maybe it’s just Kieran’s overheated, mushy brain grasping at straws, but the distinction feels important.

“I’ll m-miss you too,” Kieran says before he can stop himself. Isn’t it ironic how he couldn’t wait to return to his time at first? Now, the mere idea makes everything inside him ache.

Ash doesn’t seem to appreciate the reminder either. His body stiffens, and there’s a dangerous undercurrent in his eyes when they meet Kieran’s in the mirror.

Ash’s arms around him tighten, one of his hands sliding to his belly where—fuck. Where Kieran can feel the bulge of his cock from the inside. He’s lean enough that if he squints, he might even see the outline. He can’t decide if that’s freaky or hot.

He clenches around Ash again, drawing a guttural groan out of him.Hot. Decidedly hot.

Then Ash applies pressure right over the bulge. Kieran nearlycomes from that.

“Can you feel me in here, firecracker?” He presses harder.

Kieran claws at his arm, a breath catching in his throat. “Y-yeah.”

“Good,” Ash says, pleased. His hand moves to Kieran’s waist to keep him in place. “Now, eyes up. I want you to know what you look like when I’m taking you.”

Kieran doesn’t even hesitate to obey this time, fixing on his reflection. What's there to get embarrassed about at this point? He’s already hit rock bottom, anyway. Might as well embrace it.

Ash doesn’t waste time after that. He pulls out halfway and thrusts back in. Hard. It jostles Kieran’s whole body, Ash’s hold on him the only thing keeping him from faceplanting into the mattress. The next thrust, slower but harder than the first, punches the air right out of his lungs.

Ash never speeds up, fucking Kieran slow and deep, as he told him he would. The languid pace amplifies everything. It feels as though years pass every time Ash pulls out, his cock dragging over Kieran’s walls with torturous slowness. There’s nowhere for his mind to wander off to, all his focus aimed at that one point of connection. The friction makes every nerve in his body light up like a Christmas tree. And then fireworks go off when Ash slides back in, filling him up in one long, hard stroke. Kieran can’t even do anything, apart from clinging onto Ash’s arm as he gets rocked with each thrust, moans he’s unable to stop spilling out of him whenever Ash’s hips smack against his ass.

“I love the sounds you make,” Ash says just as he draws back, almost all the way out. He pauses with just the tip inside Kieran, then drives into him so that another of those moans slips out. “You make me so fucking hard, Kieran.”

Really? Because to Kieran’s ears, he sounds like a dying cat. But Ash is not buttering him up; he means it. Kieran swears he can feel him twitch and grow bigger inside him.

“P-pervert,” he chokes out, turning his head in a silent demand.

Ash chuckles, the sound sending a rush of warmth through Kieran’s chest. He tilts Kieran’s head and slots their mouths together. He swallows Kieran’s moans like they’re water and he’s dying of thirst, and pounds into him faster. His movements become less controlled, more halted, and Kieran’s witnessed him come enough times to know what that means.

Thank god, because he’s hanging on by a thread too. A frayed thread. Heat is building low in his belly with concerning speed, and he can’t stop the way his hole flutters around Ash’s cock whenever he pulls out.

He gasps into Ash’s mouth, then whines when he’s denied another kiss. Instead, his gaze is being guided forward again, locking with Ash’s in the mirror.

“Look carefully, Kieran. Really carefully. And tell me; who do you belong to?”

Kieran’s eyes fill up. Any normal person would balk at the unapologetic display of possessiveness. A normal person wouldn’t feel relief from being owned, they wouldn’t feelloved.

Kieran’s okay with not being normal as long as he gets to have this.

“Y-you,” he sobs. Something inside him shifts with the statement, the irrefutable truth of it. As though the pieces of him that have always felt misplaced finally fit where they belong.

It’s like he’s finally coming home after years of aimless wandering.

Ash groans, mouthing at the side of his neck where his pulse must be fluttering like a trapped hummingbird.