It was a kiss Miki would always keep inside of him. Small things resonated with him. From the feel of the smooth duvet cover, slippery beneath their bodies, to the honeysuckle-perfumed evening air coming through the sliding glass door he’d left partially open for Dude to slip in and out of. Kane’s hands were familiar now, broad and inquisitive, delving into the dips of his body as if exploring him for the first time.
Their clothes became a barrier, and Miki peeled himself free of his prison until he finally had Kane’s soap-and-musk-scented skin against his body. Suddenly, there didn’t seem enough time left in his life to taste the man lingering over his shoulders. The press of Kane’s lips on his collarbone was followed by a teasing nip, and Miki’s cock strained to fill itself.
Pushing up on his cop’s chest, Miki murmured, “Get on your back. Please. I want….”
He couldn’t say exactly what he wanted. Not unless he wanted Kane to think he was crazy. How was he supposed to tell the man he wanted to slide his hands under Kane’s skin until there was enough space for Miki to slide under and burrow? The need to have Kane inside of him consumed him, driving all reason from his mind until the only thing Miki could think of was the heft of Kane’s sex stretching him open until his soul poured out of him.
The other man’s eyes were dark, the blue gone nearly black with want, and for a second, Miki wondered if Kane even heard him, but then the man shifted his hip and turned over to lie on the back.
Sitting on his haunches, Miki studied the man willing to stretch out for him. Kane’s eyes unnervingly followed his every movement, but Miki ignored the man’s face, not wanting to fall into the honeyed trap of Kane’s lips. The light fur on Kane’s legs was soft under his fingertips, and he traced through the hair, liking the springy feel of it on his palm. As his fingers trailed over the inside of Kane’s powerful thighs, the man parted his legs, giving Miki free access to the heavy, wrinkled sac and hardening cock nestled in a nest of silken black strands.
Like Kane’s face, Miki blatantly avoided touching Kane’s sex, concentrating instead on the hard planes of muscles on the man’s stomach. He discovered a tiny white scar on his lover’s hip, a leftover remembrance from a childhood spent with brothers. Miki bent over and kissed it, marveling at the smoothness of it. Kane’s growl gave him a happy thrill, and he spent the next minute laving the man’s hipbones, using his tongue to caress the dark line of hair trailing down from Kane’s belly button.
Near his cheek, Kane’s sex stood hot and ready, its slit already filled with precome. Drawn by the salty pearl poised at the tip of the man’s cock, Miki smeared his thumb through it. He wanted desperately to slide Kane’s seed into his mouth, to savor the spread of the man’s salt on his tongue, but Kane’s eyes narrowed as if he was reading Miki’s mind.
“Don’t,” he ordered, his voice Irish-bright and rough. “You don’t know. Hell, I don’t know. I held a man’s guts in my bare hands today, babe, and I can’t risk you.”
Kane sat up and cupped Miki’s face, stealing his breath with a savage kiss. They fought for air, stealing it back and forth from each other’s mouths until there was nothing left to sustain them and they broke apart, panting hard for another taste.
“I’m not going to let you go, Miki love.” Kane shuddered when Miki’s hand dipped down between his legs to stroke up his thigh until the back of his hand brushed against Kane’s sac.
“I don’t want to let you go either,” Miki whispered. “Just don’t walk away from me, Kane. Please. Just… don’t. Don’t make me want this… want you… make me think this is something real I can actually have then take it away from me. That’s what will kill me, Kane.”
“The last thing in the world that I want, babe….” Kane chuckled as he eased Miki on his back into the pillows. A stretch of Kane’s long arm snagged his bag from where he dropped it, and he grinned wickedly when he came up with a small bottle of lube and a string of condoms. “Is to kill you. Fuck you senseless until you wake up sore and wanting more? Now that is a definite possibility.”
The click of the bottle being opened made Miki’s ass clench, and he shivered violently at the touch of cold lube when Kane’s fingers played at his entrance. Pursing his mouth, he huffed his breath out and pushed back on Kane’s hands, but his fingers slid away before Miki could envelop them.
“Spread your legs, babe.” Kane cupped the back of Miki’s right thigh. “Can you do it this way?”
“Yeah, just… fuck me,” Miki grumbled. “Why the hell do you talk so much?”
“So impatient.” His lover tsked. “We’re going to have to slow this down sometime so I can show you how good it is when we take our time.”
“Less talking,” he growled, hooking his fingers into Kane’s hair and tugging the man’s face down so he could suckle on Kane’s mouth. “More fucking.”