Kane’s fingers stabbed up into him, and Miki hissed, pushing himself to take the rough skin sliding into his core. He mewled, shoving further down until he seated himself on Kane’s hand, snarling when his cop tried to pull free to tease him. He knew Kane’s tricks and was in no mood for them. Not now. Not when he’d make love to the first man he actually wanted deep inside of him.
Not when he could finally breathe freely without the taint of his past chasing his every waking thought.
It still went too slow for Miki’s liking. Kane liked slow. The gentle intrusion of Miki’s entrance was a torture, especially when his fingers hooked inward and slid over the sizzling core of Miki’s body.
When he screamed, Kane caught it, closing his lips over Miki’s gasping mouth. Another stroke brought Miki’s ass up off the bed, straining his angled legs, but he threw the pain away as it crept closer in on his pleasure. Stuffed full, he squirmed, scrambling to grab hold of Kane… of anything to steady the world as it shifted and tilted on him. Fisting his hands into the duvet, Miki rode out the thundering shudders being pulled up out of him, quaking when Kane’s fingers withdrew.
Shivering from the cold emptiness he was left with, Miki barely felt Kane when the man lifted him up by his hips, then carefully slid a pillow under him. Another slosh of iced oil on his entrance broke Miki from the tumbling pleasures wrapping around him. Lifting his head up from the mattress, Miki watched Kane fit a latex sheath over his thick, bulbous head and roll the condom down over his shaft until it snugged in tight on the root.
Carefully, Kane positioned himself between Miki’s parted legs and hooked his large hands under the singer’s thighs. The desire in Kane’s eyes was for him, something Miki still had trouble accepting, but the sight of the powerful man kneeling in front of him made his cock writhe for attention.
Kane gripped his heft, circling the head with his fingers, and pressed it against Miki’s slick entrance. With his head bowed, the man’s black hair fell forward, brushing his lashes, but Miki could still see the sweet, liquid heat in Kane’s startlingly blue eyes.
“Do you want this, Miki love?” Kane whispered, casually dragging the head of his cock over Miki’s pout.
He couldn’t speak. His tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth, and any moisture he had left inside of him seemed to pool down to his cock as it dripped in anticipation of Kane’s incursion. With his hands firmly on Kane’s muscled forearms, Miki gripped Kane and lifted himself up to meet his lover’s thrust.
Chapter 17
Sin, you’re off key. Pull it in.
You wanna try singing this shit? I’m fucking tired. I can’t do it.
Dude, if I could make your life easier I would but I can’t so we’ve just got to deal with this shit together, okay? Sin? Miki? I’m here, man. Right with you to the end, okay?
… Yeah. I know. It’s just… fucked. I just need… to breathe, you know?
Yeah, I know. Take a deep breath, Sin. I’m not going anywhere.
—Recording Shattered Lies EP, 3 a.m. session.
IT CAME hot and fast. One moment Miki was cursing the loss of Kane’s palm against his ass with his fingers spreading him apart and then he was stretched nearly impossibly wide by his lover’s heavy cock. The odd, sweet smell of the lubricant faded, replaced by the coiled musk scent of Kane’s sweat, and Miki arched up, using his tongue to lap at the hollow of his lover’s throat.
“Keep that up….” Kane grunted. “Won’t be able to hold it in.”
They fought to find their beat, and Miki shifted his hips, raising himself up as Kane drove into him. He clenched around the man filling him, hissing when Kane dragged himself slowly out only to push down hard again. It burned, hotter than Miki thought he could bear. When the ache of being filled became too much, and Miki was nearly out of his mind from the heat building up inside of him, Kane dipped in and slid down Miki’s pleasure spot, easing away the tightness at his entrance.
His world spiraled out, and Miki followed, drawn along the electric starbursts streaming from his center. It started small, a tiny tingle, then Kane found him again, and Miki was carried away by the raging tide of sensations boiling up from inside of him. He couldn’t do anything, not consciously. He might have spoken words of encouragement or damnation. He wasn’t sure what was pouring from his mouth other than the guttural need to have Kane drive into him deeper and harder.
Just more, his mind whispered before it surrendered to the sparkling darkness Kane drew up from inside him.
He surfaced, gasping for air and clutching at Kane’s broad shoulders. The man… his cop… loomed over him, black hair damp with sweat and sharp white teeth made for biting Miki senseless. Their bodies slapped together, a steady beat that made Miki’s heart skip. Kane’s arms bulged with the effort of holding him up. His shoulders hunched forward to keep the strain off of Miki’s knees. Lifted up and spread open, Miki could only moan and clench tightly down on the cock piercing him, inhaling sharply when Kane lit his nerves on fire with every other stroke.