Page 183 of Should Our Stars Collide

Snaking an arm to Kieran’s front, he takes his cock in a tight grip and gives it a long, languid stroke. He barely dodges getting his tongue bitten off, but that only makes him laugh. Kieran is so, so sensitive. And if the way his whole body tenses and relaxes intermittently is anything to go by, he’s about to blow.

“A-Ash? I—” He claws at Ash’s arm, as if he can’t decide if he wants him to stop or double down.

Ash kisses behind his ear before whispering, “I got you. Let go.”

It’s not even a real order, but the way Kieran’s body unravels at the words makes it feel like one. With a series of high-pitched moans, he goes still, then trembles hard as he spills over Ash’s hand.

Ash tries to fuck him through the aftershocks, guide him safely to the ground, but Kieran clenches his thighs so hard it sends Ash over the edge with him. Short of sinking his teeth into Kieran’s nape, herests his forehead against it instead. Kieran might enjoy being marked, but his pain tolerance is still up for debate.

They stay like that for a while, pressed together and catching their breath. When Ash slides his cock out, it’s accompanied by a lewd, squelching sound that almost has him going for round two. Seeing the condition Kieran’s in, it’s clearly out of the question.

“Damn,” Kieran wheezes. His stamina is definitely something Ash is more than happy to help him work on. “That was new.”

“I bet.” Unless one of his previous girlfriends had a dick or wore a strap-on, everything will be new for him. “Feel okay?”

“Yeah, I—” His eyebrows twitch, nose scrunching up. “No.”

Ash pushes himself up, stomach plummeting. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sticky.”

Jesus. Way to freak him out. He runs a hand over his face. “I see. I’ll be a sec. Bathroom that way?” He points in the direction.

“Yeah.”

“Be right back,” he promises, giving Kieran a quick peck.

The bathroom is pretty barren. He doesn’t find any cloths, which is a little curious given Kieran doesn’t like being “sticky”, but he manages to locate a small hand towel. After running it under hot water, he makes his way back to the bedroom.

Kieran hasn’t moved, still flat on his back and not at all hitting the post-nut clarity of just having engaged in hanky panky with a man for the first time. He’s a complete mystery; not that Ash is complaining about the lack of dramatics.

Or about the fact that Kieran doesn’t even attempt to take the towel from him, instead letting himself be cleaned up and pampered.

How is this the same man who refused to show a single sign of needing someone, let alone allowing another person to take care of him?

Again, no complaints, just very confusing.

“Thanks,” Kieran says when Ash has finished wiping come from between his thighs. “I’ll still need a shower, eventually.” He sounds apologetic, like he’s worried he’ll come off as ungrateful.

Ash lies down on his side, facing him. “Whatever you need.”

“I, uh…have some weird icks.” Kieran fidgets, nervous despite being reassured. “They can get annoying.”

“They’re not weird or annoying. Everyone has some.”

Kieran perks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” It seems like Kieran is waiting for him to share, so he obliges. “I can’t touch cotton buds. It’s worse than nails on a blackboard.”

“Cotton buds?” Kieran snorts a laugh. “Sorry, thatisweird. Kinda cute, though.”

“I’ve been called weird before, but not cute. Don’t know what to do with that.”

“You’re not. Just your ick is.”

Ash shuffles closer and snakes an arm around Kieran’s waist, giving his ass a little pinch. “Always have to have the last word, do you?”

Kieran yelps, then pouts. “Not always…”