Miki’s shocked yelp was well worth the slap Kane got when he sank his teeth into the man’s side.
“Shit, we didn’t eat. I might be a little hungry….” Miki began to crawl off the bed, but Kane grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back.
Kane sent a mental thank you to the designer who stocked Miki’s home. The bed linens were luxurious, a satiny cotton that made it easy to slide his lover over. He swallowed Miki’s laughing protest in a fierce kiss and worked the man’s fingers off of the bottle of lube, letting it drop onto the mattress.
“We’ll eat later,” Kane promised. “Right now, I’ve got other things for you to do.”
It took delicate maneuvering, but Kane’s hands were insistent, and he edged Miki over onto his lap. The singer’s long legs wrapped around Kane’s hips, and he caressed the man’s injured leg, working a gentle massage over the scars running a hopscotch around his knee.
“You okay?” Kane asked softly, returning his mouth to the column of Miki’s throat.
“Yeah, it feels more stretchy than hurting,” Miki murmured. “It’s… not bad.”
He was learning to love the blushing pink marks his teeth made on the man’s pale skin. The tender area on his throat was an erotic zone for Miki, and with every bite and rake, the man squirmed and moaned. Suckling at the crease between Miki’s throat and shoulder, Kane drew up a welt, scoring the spot with his bite as he rolled the skin with his teeth.
Miki’s cock was hard again, leaking a clear dribble of need when Kane’s fingers danced over its head. Smoothing the liquid into the velvety skin, Kane slid his hand slowly down the man’s shaft, tightening his grip when he reached Miki’s balls. Cupping the delicate sac, Kane played with their weight, tugging gently until he felt the bite of Miki’s fingernails digging into his arms. He dropped his hand further down, teasing the opening hidden between Miki’s cheeks. The furl gave slightly under the pressure of his fingers, and he lightly circled the man’s entrance.
“You like that?” Kane whispered against Miki’s parted lips. “Want more?”
“Yeah,” Miki rasped. “God, yeah.”
The lube was scented, a sweet almond aroma that spread to fill the room when it hit Miki’s hot skin. Kane’s fingers were coated with the slick, and it ran down into his palm as he parted Miki’s opening with a delicate pressure. Miki took the foil packet from and bit into its corner to open it. Then spat out the dribble of lubricant he got on his tongue from tearing open the wrapper. Scraping at his tongue with his front teeth, he made a face at its taste.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Miki grumbled at his smirking lover. “That shit’s nasty.”
His cock eagerly stood for the condom, and Kane fitted the tip over his head quickly, shoving it down until it caught on his root. A stroke down seated the latex tightly on his shaft. Then Miki gasped when Kane’s fingers dipped into him, spreading him apart.
“Shit, warn a guy,” Miki growled into Kane’s shoulder.
“Okay, hold on,” Kane warned. “I’m going to be fucking you. Hard.”
Miki shuddered in anticipation from the heavy promise in Kane’s words. He wiggled against Kane’s hips, his shins taking most of his weight as he balanced on the mattress. Angling his ass up, he fell slightly forward, rubbing his chest against Kane’s with a slow, erotic burn of sweaty skin on skin.
Kane pushed deeper into his lover’s heat, pulling out a rumbling groan from Miki’s open mouth. With the singer pressed against him, Kane had a good view of the man’s pretty face, softened with arousal. His full lips were dappled from being bitten, and a long trail of slightly raised welts danced down Miki’s throat and across his collarbone. The man’s rich brown hair cascaded across his cheekbones, dusting over Kane’s chest, and Miki’s hands were clenched into fists, resting on Kane’s shoulders.
Kneading his hands against Kane’s body, Miki held as still as he could while Kane worked his fingers in until his palm lay flush against the underside of Miki’s ass. Once entrenched, Kane let Miki rest before he parted his fingers to work his lover’s tension free. The muscles in Miki’s body responded to Kane’s touch, and the singer relaxed, taking in more of Kane’s fingers with a sighing murmur.