Page 57 of Companion Required
Much to Kieran’s delight, Kennedy rolled Kieran onto his back and took the lead, sucking the head of his shaft into his mouth, slowly working his already hardened cock with his tongue. After a few moments, Kieran felt a lube-coated finger touch his entrance. At first he froze, but Kennedy worked him with his slow and skilful fingers, moving in a circular motion, allowing him to relax before repeatedly dipping inside. When Kennedy raised his head from Kieran’s cock and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, Kieran barely noticed the digit push all the way inside him. This time when Kennedy returned to sucking him, his finger twisted, working him until he touched a sensitive spot deep inside. A bolt of electricity sizzled through Kieran, and he hiked in a breath before muttering an expletive.
“Ah. The ‘on’ switch,” said Kennedy, after releasing Kieran’s cock from his mouth and grinning up at him.
“Fuck. Do that again.”
This time Kennedy pushed in a second finger and started to loosen Kieran up while sucking him relentlessly. When both fingers scooped over the spot, Kieran almost blew his load.
“Kennedy,” he breathed, barely audible, grabbing Kennedy’s hair and pulling his head away.
“I’m here.”
“You need to fuck me. Soon.”
But instead Kennedy worked another finger and more lube into him until the hot pain, the stretch, had begun to subside. By now, Kieran started to push back onto his fingers, hungry for the sensation. A moan of abandonment burst from Kieran when Kennedy withdrew his talented mouth and fingers simultaneously. But Kennedy appeared over him, and kissed him before bringing Kieran’s knees up towards his chest.
“Condom?” asked Kieran.
“Already on. With plenty of lube, too,” said Kennedy, smiling and lining himself up with Kieran’s body. “I’m pretty good at multitasking. Look, this might feel a little strange and uncomfortable at first, so I’ll go easy. If it does, take a deep breath and hold on for ten seconds.”
“Two miles,” said Kieran softly, feeling Kennedy’s cock nudge his entrance.
“How’s that?” asked Kennedy, a cute, quizzical furrow between his eyebrows.
“Ten seconds. The time between the lightning and the clap of thunder, which means the storm’s two miles away.”
Kennedy chuckled. “Whatever works for you. Ready?”
“Give it to me, old man.”
Kennedy had been right. Even after he had been loosened up, the first breach of Kennedy’s cock past Kieran’s anal muscles burned. Kennedy’s mouth covered one of Kieran’s stiff nipples and he bit firmly, before returning to attack his neck and mouth. The distraction worked, and with each tiny diversion, he pushed a little farther inside.
Kennedy stopped, his eyes hovering over Kieran’s.
“I’m in. All the way.”
Kieran held his gaze, taking a handful of deep breaths, adjusting to the sensation, before replying. “So what are you waiting for?”
Kennedy chuckled and started pulling out slowly, just a little, before sinking back inside. For what seemed like an eternity he continued, until Kieran almost begged for more. But Kennedy must have read the signs in his face, as he began longer strokes, this time plunging in and hitting Kieran right on target. When Kennedy not only brought their mouths together, but also pinched Kieran’s left nipple, Kieran almost fell to pieces. Panting heavily now, he began to reach for his cock, needing to speed his release, only to have Kennedy swat his hand away and begin pumping his shaft in time with his own rhythm. Kieran didn’t stand a chance. Already the orgasm had begun to form, causing his toes to scrunch up, and when Kennedy began thrusting harder, erratically, Kieran exploded in Kennedy’s hand, spraying semen all the way to their chins, the nerve endings in his body going off like a New Year’s firework display. Distantly, he felt Kennedy filling him with warmth in the condom, gradually stilling and collapsing on top of him.
Kieran’s body glistened with sweat, vibrating from head to toe, with Kennedy’s body covering his, claiming him. They both remained unmoving, Kennedy’s head buried in the side of Kieran’s neck, both breathing heavily, both unable to speak. Kieran didn’t want to move, wanted their bodies to remain glued together forever. Eventually one muffled word escaped Kennedy like a soda bottle opening.
“Fuck.”
Slowly and carefully, Kennedy withdrew from Kieran. Even so, Kieran experienced the loss of heat and substance from inside him like an amputation. Kennedy rolled off and lay next to him, both of them staring at the ceiling while Kieran waited for his thoughts and sensations to settle.
“Is it always this intense?” he whispered.
“Not for me. Not in the past, anyway. Maybe this is simply what it’s like between you and me.”
Kieran thought about that remark for a minute.
“In which case, I am well and truly fucked.”
Beside him, Kennedy chuckled.
“I think we can both safely agree to that.”
Kieran watched Kennedy stand, remove the condom and head for the bathroom. Still Kieran felt unable to move. Fortunately, Kennedy came back and settled next to him again. Once more they lay in companionable silence, each with their own thoughts. The soreness in Kieran already began to feel interesting, but something else was on his mind.
