And he wanted more of it.
Miki didn’t want it to fucking end. And he was scared to death he’d see Kane walk away before he could get his fill.
“You make me want weird things, you know? Like, normal things.” He eyed the man lying over him. “It’s stupid and sick. Like one of those cards you open up and it sings Carly Simon at you.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Kane’s expression sobered, and he stared down into Miki’s face, searching for something, but Miki couldn’t imagine what. The man’s fingertips were a soft, feathery touch on his cheek, and Miki leaned into Kane’s palm, enjoying the roughness of the man’s hand on his skin. “The normal things you want, not the singing card. The only thing I want singing is you.”
“Okay, that was cheesy.” Miki wrinkled his nose at Kane. “Worse than that other thing.”
“I mean it, you know.” He bent his head down and ghosted a kiss over Miki’s mouth. “You make me want. And crazy. You make me nuts, Miki boy. I like the crazy you make me.”
Miki’s shy smile earned him a kiss. Then another until Miki couldn’t breathe. They broke, separating long enough for him to get a gasp of air in, and his lips burned with the memory of Kane’s mouth. The man’s hands moved up under Miki’s shirt, peeling it up over his shoulders. They fought with the shirt as it clung to Miki’s skin and arms until Kane tugged it free and threw it to the side.
“You’re wearing too much clothes,” Miki grumbled. He tried to reach Kane’s waistband, but the man grabbed his wrist before he could undo the metal button.
“I need to talk to you first,” Kane murmured, leaving a searing kiss on the corner of Miki’s mouth. “I need to talk to you about Carl… and Shing.”
Kane was serious. Miki could see the worry and concern in every line of Kane’s body. Even the skim of his fingers over Miki’s throat was a stuttering, feathery touch, as if the man was afraid he’d break.
“I don’t want them in this room with us,” Miki growled and captured Kane’s face in his hands, forcing the man to look straight at him. “I didn’t bring them in here. I don’t want you to either. For once in my fucking life, Kane, can’t I just be with you? Without having anyone else inside of me? ’Cause you’re the only one I want inside of me. Not them. You.”
Chapter 13
He found me on a staircase of steel.
Nowhere near Heaven, a Devil making a deal.
Come on down, son, my Satan said with a grin.
Come with me and we’ll make Sinner’s Gin.
—Gin and Demonic
“NO, THERE’S just me,” Kane whispered finally. “Just you and me, baby.”
“Good,” Miki whispered. “Because I don’t want to think about anyone else. I want this. I want you, Kane.”
Kane felt good against him. Too right on his skin. A part of him wanted to shove the man away… to shove Kane as far out of his life as he could, but the selfish child inside of him whimpered at the thought. It’d been too long since he’d been held. Too long since a man whispered how much he was wanted. Too long since he heard all of the lies men told him when they wanted him to spread his legs so they could fill him with their release, only to walk away leaving him empty and wanting something more.
It was wrong to believe Kane when the man said he would give Miki more, but Miki wanted to believe him.
Even if it was too much of a lie to believe.
Kane’s palms were rough on his skin. Small imperfections and calluses caught against the smooth landscape of Miki’s stomach, and then Kane smoothed over the roughness with a gentle feathering of his fingers over the reddened spot. The man’s stubble-burred jaw scraped Miki’s neck, and then the sting of Kane’s teeth in the hollow of his throat made him gasp. Digging his fingers into Kane’s shoulders, he shifted under the man’s heavy body, easing his right leg out.
Then Kane moved away, leaving Miki’s heated skin to cool.
He didn’t want to beg. He’d be damned if he begged, but Miki’s throat widened with the barbed words anyway. Swallowing at the lump forming at the back of his mouth, he tried not to spit out his anger at the man drawing off of him, but it was hard.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I want to taste you first,” Kane whispered.
“We can….” Miki was silenced with a punishing, hard kiss, and he gasped, trying to regain his breath.
“Let me do this for you,” Kane said. “Let me take care of you. For right now, lay back and let me make this all about you. When was the last time someone did that for you, huh?”