He didn’t want to say never, but it hovered on his lips. His past sexual encounters were mostly fumbling dark-alley blowjobs given to guys who wanted Miki’s mouth on their dicks, not the other way around, and when Sinner Gin had finally broken out on stage, he was working too hard and drove himself too fast to do more than quick hand jerks given to him by faceless, sexless fans in backstage corners or in the shadow of Sinner’s Gin’s tour bus.
Miki wanted more than what he’d had in the past. He needed Kane to be with him, to take his time with Miki’s torn body. Falling back onto the bed, he reached out and hooked his hand around his lover’s neck, pulling Kane in for a kiss. When Miki gasped for air, Kane broke free and began to run his tongue over Miki’s bare skin.
Kane spending time licking at his body was far more than Miki ever dreamed about, much less hoped for.
His nipples were as hard as his cock, maybe even harder once Kane’s mouth closed over his left nub. The man’s tongue flicked over the dense bit. Pinched lightly between Kane’s front teeth, his nipple throbbed, and his body responded to the wet, sweet pain of the man’s bite. Kane’s fingers stroked first at his other nipple. Then, when he moved over to lave at Miki’s unattended nub, that same hand traveled downward, snagging the drawstring loop of Miki’s pants. Kane’s nimble fingertips made quick work of Miki’s waistband bow. Plucking the ends loose, he dove in slowly, the back of his hand scraping across the slender down trail below Miki’s navel until he reached what he was searching for.
“Kane…,” Miki growled, torn between wanting the man’s touch and the crawl of tingling nerves as his dick responded to the whisper of fingertips at its root.
“Just hold it in, babe.” The tantalizing hand withdrew, and Kane rose up onto his knees, straddling Miki’s thighs. Hooking his fingers into Miki’s waistband, he slowly drew the cotton fabric down, taking extra care not to jostle his right knee. Kissing the trail of barbed-wire scar around the joint, Kane traced it up until its end, a faint starburst on the inside of Miki’s thigh.
Sprung free from its prison, Miki’s cock jostled for attention, a glistening curve of ivory tipped with pink. Kane leaned forward to kiss its tip, and Miki gasped, jerking his hips back. Grinning at the sensitive response, Kane clasped Miki’s hips and held him steady, adjusting his stance until he was kneeling between Miki’s legs. The man parted his thighs and panted out a guttural moan when Kane moved his right knee over a pillow.
“You okay?” Kane reached up with one hand and cupped Miki’s cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No…,” Miki groaned, digging his shoulders back into the mattress. “I just needed it up on a pillow. It’s okay. God, don’t stop. I’ll kill you in your sleep if you stop right now.”
“Now, if that isn’t incentive,” Kane murmured. “Hold on to me, babe. Hold and just… let go.”
Miki didn’t know how long he could last. Certainly not longer than they’d already been kissing, and when Kane’s hot mouth closed over the tip of his cock, he almost exploded into Kane’s throat. The man pulled back, coaxing a low, groaning keen out of Miki’s throat when he laid a skim of butterfly kisses down Miki’s hard shaft. Gripping the base of Miki’s sex, Kane gently stroked the slick skin and sparse hair with his thumb.
“Kane,” Miki gasped and pushed at the man’s shoulders lightly.
“What, Mick?” He didn’t stop long enough to do more than whisper those words before he dropped back down to lick at Miki’s cock tip, parting the slit with his tongue.
“Can you….” Miki shut his eyes. Something inside of him lingered dark and heavy in his chest, and he reached for Kane’s hard arms, anchoring himself in the moment with the feel of the man straddling him. “Can you take off your clothes? Please? I… I’ve never had anyone with me long enough to…. It would be like you’re staying, you know?”
Kane stopped and drew himself up, staring down at the man he’d brought to a frenzied need. For a moment, Miki wondered if he’d go insane waiting for Kane’s answer, but then the cop slid off of the bed and began pulling his clothes off. As he stepped out of his jeans, Kane’s erection drew Miki’s attention first. He stood at the end of the bed, letting Miki get a good look at the man who battered down the walls he’d put up around himself.
“Take a good look, Miki love.” Kane’s voice was a rough pour of Irish over sex. “Because I’m staying.”
Years of working with wood and training for the force sculpted Kane’s body. His arms bulged as he tossed his shirt aside, and as he twisted, his ass muscles tightened into dips before relaxing into firm rounds. The cut of his abdominal muscles was framed by his hips, and a thick black pelt surrounded the heavy weight of his stiff, long sex. He held his arms out, giving Miki a cocky smile, and turned around, laughing when the singer blew an off-key wolf whistle at him.