“Not enough,” Miki pleaded. His head was down, so Kane couldn’t see the spark of emerald he wanted to flash in Miki’s eyes before he seated himself into Miki’s body. Cupping the man’s chin, Kane guided Miki’s head until he could see his face.
He was in love with Miki’s face. Kane could admit that easily without letting the rest of his heart murmur its pleasure at Miki’s presence in his life. The man’s thick black lashes and exotic features were dominated by his enormous green-gold eyes and sweet mouth. Framed by his rich mahogany-shot hair, Miki’s face could make angels weep and haunt a cop’s dreams. Somewhere, someone made the perfect beautiful male and tossed him away, letting Miki drift like flotsam until Kane found him. It broke a part of Kane’s heart open, and he wanted to kiss away the sadness lingering in the shadows of Miki’s gaze.
“There you are,” Kane whispered. Slanting his mouth over Miki’s open lips, Kane drew his hand away from Miki’s ass and licked the roof of his lover’s mouth when he began to protest. Murmuring softly about how good Miki felt straddling him, Kane shifted his legs and guided his cock to the slick, gaping pout waiting for him.
Slathered with lube, Kane slid into Miki as if he’d been created to fill the singer’s body. Parting Miki’s opening, Kane took a deep breath when Miki canted his body and took him in. As Kane inched further into Miki’s passage, Kane rubbed at his lover’s spine, stroking him gently while Miki struggled to find air. Gasping, Miki dropped his head down until his forehead rested on Kane’s muscular shoulder. He lifted his arms, wrapping them around Kane’s torso, and quivered, panting with the pleasure of being filled.
“I’ve got you, Miki love,” Kane’s fingers tangled into Miki’s hair, and he caressed the man’s nape, feeling Miki slowly relax around his erection. “We’ll take our time.”
Pulling himself up, Miki kept his head down as he pushed against Kane’s thighs. A change in the angle of his hips, and Kane’s cock nearly slipped free of his ass, but Miki ground his hips back, moving in a small circle to recapture Kane in his tight grip. Kane shivered from the sudden plunge of his cock into the cold air of the room, only to be engulfed by the simmering warmth of Miki’s slick hole. Another tilt, and Miki gave a whispering moan, filling himself again with Kane’s heft. Reaching forward, he palmed his own cock, only to have his hand pushed away.
“Let me,” Kane insisted. “I want to do that for you, baby. I want to make you explode.”
Kane’s fingers found him, stroking at his length until Miki’s hard cock jerked and twisted in his hand. Murmuring encouragement, Kane began to thrust up, piercing Miki’s core with a solid push of flesh. They began to move, finding the pulse between their bodies. In a few heartbeats, Kane found the right hook to follow, and he gripped Miki’s hip with his free hand, guiding the man into a steady rhythm.
Miki’s tight, velvet grip around his cock drove Kane wild as he plunged in and out of his lover’s body. Buried inside the man for the first time, he pushed himself deep to stroke against Miki’s pleasure. He struck the spot, and Miki’s body untangled around him in a sudden, frenetic squirm. Miki grunted for more, and Kane tried to time his strokes with the roll of his fingers. The lube on his hand turned Miki’s cock to a satiny-hard shaft, and he worked down its length, burnishing the head with his palm before fondling his way back down to the base.
Unable to hold himself back, Miki covered Kane’s fingers with his own hand. They slid up and down Miki’s sex with their tangled fingers, its lube-slick skin rolling over the shaft in time with the thrusts of Kane’s hips. Encouraged by Kane’s whispers, Miki drove down to meet his lover with each stroke.
“I can’t last, Miki. Gonna lose it.” Kane shuddered, trying to slow his own release.
The spiraled clench of Miki’s passage on him was nearly too much to handle, and he felt the rush of his seed beginning to boil up from his sac. Quickening, he flicked his thumb over Miki’s entrance, running the spread of lube around the rosette so he could pound Miki harder. The rough feel of his finger against Miki’s crinkled entrance drove Kane to lose himself in the feel of his lover’s skin sliding against him.
“Too much, Kane,” Miki gasped. “Going to come.”
Grasping himself firmly, Miki pulled his sex hard, jerking his palm over the head as he tried to match the thrusts pounding up inside of him. His shoulders and stomach trembled with the release building along his erection, and Kane began to rock faster, determined to drive Miki over the edge.