Page 182 of Should Our Stars Collide

Kieran blinks at him, slow and dazed. “Not even close.”

Ash feels his lips stretch into a feral grin. Damn, he’s really won the lottery, hasn’t he?

Time to level up.

Shoving a hand between them, he hooks a thumb under the waistband of Kieran’s joggers. “Raise your hips.”

Eyes widening a fraction, Kieran obligingly lifts up. It takes one long, firm tug, and his cock slips free, slapping against his belly.

Ash groans. Commando for the win.

His plan momentarily forgotten, he bends down, running the flat of his tongue up the length of Kieran’s cock before sucking the head into his mouth.

Kieran nearly jackknifes off the bed, a reaction Ash had predicted but is still amused by. Then, as abruptly as he started, he pulls off. Which naturally earns him a confused, incredulous stare, but before Kieran can start calling him names, Ash tugs the joggers all the way off. He spends a few seconds soaking up the beautiful view of Kieran stripped bare and ready for the taking.

It’s not until Kieran grunts out an impatient, “Dude, would you mind?” that he finally scrambles off the bed.

With Kieran’s eyes on him, uncertain but full of anticipation, he unbuckles his belt, pulling it out through the loops without breaking eye contact. With an admittedly annoying slowness, he pops the button of his pants open before sliding the zipper down.

When Kieran squirms harder, eyes jumping all over Ash as if he doesn’t know where to look first, he finally tugs the pants and underwear off in one go and steps out of them. Seeing Kieran lick his lips while his gaze is fixed on Ash’s bobbing cock nearly makes him change course—the need to slide into that beautiful, naughty mouth is suddenly almost impossible to resist.

But resist, Ash does.

He climbs back onto the bed, takes Kieran by the ankles and lifts his legs, making them rest against his shoulder. “Squeeze your thighs together.”

While puzzled, Kieran does as told, the eager compliance making Ash’s dick throb. He pushes between Kieran’s clenched thighs, slipping through easily. The light friction still sends a zing of lightning through his abdomen.

“Tighter,” he orders, shuddering at the added pressure when Kieran’s muscles contract, really squeezing him in-between.

“L-like this?” Kieran asks meekly, eyes glued to the point where Ash cock pokes out from the other side.

“Perfect.”

He’s rewarded with a shaky but pleased smile, which slips when he drags his hips back only to thrust forward again. Kieran’s mouth forms a silent ‘o’ before releasing the most sensual moan as Ash angles his hips downwards on the next thrust, the new angle making their cocks slide together.

“Is this?—”

“Yes,” Kieran hisses, squeezing his legs even harder. “Fuck, yes.”

Well, then… Nothing like enthusiastic consent to get Ash’s crank turning.

Using Kieran’s legs for leverage, he takes his time drawing his hips back before thrusting forward, hard. The movement jolts Kieran’s whole body, sending him upwards, punching a startled gasp out of him. Ash repeats it, again and again, each slide making the space between Kieran’s thighs slicker, smoother.

It’s so, so easy to pretend he’s sliding his cock into something else, something even tighter, even warmer. Pleasure is already etched into Kieran’s every feature, just from Ash fucking his thighs. It feels almost dangerous trying to imagine what he would look like if Ash wasreallyfilling him up, if each thrust were to bury him deeper in Kieran’s hole. Kieran would probably be a shaking mess, making all sorts of beautiful, dirty sounds. Would he cry, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure?

He barely seems to be holding on as is, eyes clenched shut and the corner of the pillow wedged between his teeth. One particularly well-aimed thrust has him throwing his head back, mouth falling open on a choked-up scream. He looks so sexy and enticing and too fucking far away.

Ash is met with a shocked, disgruntled look when he stops, slides his cock out and gently lowers Kieran’s legs.

“On your side.” He has to repeat it, because Kieran doesn’t seem to be able to process human language at the moment. Eventually, he does an awkward shuffle until he’s on his left side and Ash slots in behind him.

He pats Kieran’s flank. “Squeeze tight, like before. Yeah, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Getting a whimper in response, he drags his cock between Kieran’s cheeks, making him shudder and moan when the head brushes against his entrance. He does it a few more times, just to be a tease, before pushing through the tight space between Kieran’s thighs. In this position, it feels even more like they’re actually fucking. Kieran must be happy with the change up, because he keeps throwing his ass back, asking for more.

Ash gives him more. He gives him everything.

Kieran's head falls back against Ash’s shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to tilt his chin up so he can kiss him. He licks into Kieran’s parted mouth, loving the gentle moans and whimpers it draws out. It doesn’t stay gentle for long, turning into loud gasps and hiccups as he pumps his hips faster, feeling heat pool in his belly with alarming speed.