“It sounds awesome. Thank you.” Miki’s heart pounded, overfull at the gift’s sentiment. Then it hitched in time with the laugh building up inside of him. Grinning widely at Kane, he said, “Heh. We gave each other wood.”
“Sometimes you are like a five-year-old. Everything’s a sex or fart joke with you. Go pee. And for your information, I love the wood you gave me.” Kane let him go, smacking him on the ass as he slid off the bed. From the look on his lover’s face, maybe the tree carcass wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Come back, and I’ll be happy to give you more.”
“Hey!” It was more of an outraged yelp than anything else, although the slight sting Kane left on his ass aroused him as much as his kiss had. “Don’t do that. You’re gonna get me all hard, and I won’t be able to pee.”
“Hurry back.” Kane slapped him again, lighter this time, but the spot already tingled, and the second smack only reminded his dick of Kane’s mouth and hands.
“Fucker,” Miki muttered, rubbing at the spot as he walked to the door.
“Planning on it,” his cop called out to him. “When you come back, leave Dude out there. And you might want to unplug the tree so he doesn’t get a perm when he pisses on it.”
“Dude’s never pissed in the house. Ever.” Miki made a face at Kane before hooking his fingers into the cord to jerk it out of the socket. Of course, he thought, Dude’d never had a tree in the house before either.
Frowning, he moved the crate sides and leaned them against the wood column, blocking it from any chance of Dude deciding to use it as a urinal. The dog lay on his back, cradled in the couch cushions, and snored loudly. When Miki passed by, Dude’s legs twitched, and he gave a light, inquisitive woof, chasing something in his dreams.
Leaning over the back of the couch, he whispered at the mutt when he came back from the bathroom. “Do not whizz on that. He’ll fucking kill you. And I might even help him this time.”
He closed the door behind him, shutting the dog and most of the light out of the bedroom. Miki’d left the candles where they were when he’d come to bed, and while he’d been gone, Kane had lit most of them, and the soft glimmer of flames covered the room in a warm amber, the flickering lights draping soft shadows over the unmade bed. The guitar was back in its place, a dark shape wedged behind a table covered in Miki’s notebooks and music notes.
Kane turned to face him, standing in slight profile in front of a bank of tall candles.
The sight of his lover, nude and ready for him, leeched the moisture from Miki’s mouth. And he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to drop to his knees and take Kane’s cock between his lips until Kane filled him.
Except perhaps to have the man’s fat cock spearing him into the mattress.
Kane’s Irish blood had to have a drop of Frost Giant in it, because the man was huge, a solid block of muscle and sinew. A soft cover of hair ran up his thighs and calves, leaving an expanse of bare skin over his hips and ass. Another thatch of coarser black hair cradled his penis, thinning out to a delicate trail stretching to his navel. The time he spent working out with his brother Connor showed in his sturdy, muscular frame, although Miki was partially convinced they lifted weights mostly so they could gossip about their parents and plot how they could manipulate their younger siblings to do what they wanted them to do.
“Get on the bed, mo shearc.” Kane’s low voice held dark promises, and Miki shivered. “Let me see how much you want me, Mick.”
The lube was already out and on the bed. Giving his lover a wicked grin, Miki grabbed the bottle and popped the lid, catching the dribble bubbling out of the bottle’s opening. Closing the lube with a snap, he kneeled down on the bed, keeping his back mostly to Kane. His knee argued a bit at the position, but Miki ignored it. Valentine’s Day came once a year, and he was going to make the most of it.
Even if he still needed CliffsNotes to get the damned holiday right.
Arching his back, Miki reached around and slid his lubed fingers down the crack of his ass. He fell forward a bit but caught himself with his other hand, steadying himself on the bed with his palm and spreading his knees. Tilting his ass up, his cheeks parted slightly, ensuring Kane a good view.
He knew he’d gotten to Kane once he slid his fingers into his opening because he could hear the man growl from across the room.
His fingers weren’t going to be enough. Miki got two in and twisted them apart, feeling the burn cresting up from his hole and into the base of his spine. His cock was more than interested in the sensations ticking Miki’s nerves, thickening up and smearing damp pearls on Miki’s belly.
Kane was there before Miki could tease him with another withdrawal. Miki’s fingers were crushed against the soft tissue of his rim when Kane’s joined his, and he mewled at being stretched so wide. There wasn’t enough lube or perhaps too much—he couldn’t tell which—just that he needed more of something.