Nick wanted to place his hand over Kit’s. He wanted to squeeze gently, show that it was okay, he was forgiven, through touch. But that would have been the worst thing in the world Nick could do to Kit, who had trusted him enough to remove hisgloves in front of him. Who had rolled up his sleeves and had asked Nick not to touch.
Nick had figured out by now that touch had to come on Kit’s initiative; he needed to be the one in control of it.
“If you don’t want to, I can do it,” Nick added lightly, though that Kit wanted to do it was very plain in his heated gaze. Kit shuffled closer to Nick, and he ran the sponge up his shin, tickled his knee, slid down his thigh. His knuckles grazed Nick’s cock, and heat prickled up his spine.
Kit’s gaze bored into Nick’s, his jaw tight, his nostrils flaring. His lids fluttered and slid halfway down as he touched Nick’s length. The sponge pressed into the space behind his sack, nestled in so that Kit’s palm pressed apart his balls, and Nick’s length lay against his wrist. The pressure moved the piercings, sending bursts of warmth licking through Nick’s thighs.
Kit’s entire body leaned in. His musk mingled with the steam from the tub, filling Nick’s head with heady delight. His forehead pressed against Nick’s. Kit was careful. It was almost painful how delicate he was, how much care he took not to snag the rings in the sponge before he set it aside. It was his bare hand that slid up Nick’s shaft, and Kit groaned as the barbells grated against his fingers.
“I imagine that your partners get considerable delight?” Kit asked, breathless. Nick’s eyes were shut as he focused entirely on Kit’s hand, the feel of those lean fingers sliding across his length over and over. “What does it feel like to have these inside?”
“I’ve never been fucked by someone with piercings. I couldn’t tell you.”
“But those you have been with?”
Nick was far too hard to be thinking of anything but Kit’s fingers, which were growing more brave than delicate. He cast his mind back anyway. “I’ve never asked. The first time I had sexafter getting the Jacob’s ladder done, I checked in to make sure he was okay the whole time.”
Kit’s tail slapped against the tub, sloshing the water. His irritated growl tickled Nick’s lips, and his hand lost the last of its fearful delicacy; Kit began jacking Nick off in quick, purposeful pumps. Nick’s hands itched to sink into Kit’s hair; his mouth tingled to cover Kit’s. To stop himself from grabbing, Nick gripped his own thighs, fingers digging in.
“Who was it?” Kit demanded.
“Finley. I met him at a club, and we went back to his.” Nick moaned. “Kit.”
Kit was going too fast. It had been so long. It was going to be over far, far too soon. Nick’s fingernails dug into his skin, trying to hold it all back, but there was a build-up in his core, and he was already on the cusp. Kit’s hand wasn’t stopping.
“Finley enjoyed the piercings inside of him?”
“He seemed to.”
Kit’s growl was rumbling from deep in his chest.
“And –”
“I’m going to come,” Nick warned, breathless. “Stop if you don’t want that.”
“And did you enjoy how it felt too?” Kit continued as if Nick hadn’t spoken. He kept pumping, focusing on Nick’s head, tight heat that made him feel like he was fucking Kit’s hand.
Nick was already at the precipice, and Kit’s tail brushing against his arm sent him hurtling over the edge. His orgasm racked through him with a force that bowed him forward, crumpled his awareness beyond Kit’s moving hand and left him gasping as he struggled to catch his breath. Nick’s forehead pressed against his knee as he came down.
Kit backed off his touch at the first twitch of sensitivity from Nick, but he didn’t back away from him beyond that. Rather, he advanced, nuzzling Nick’s down-turned head.
“Did you enjoy how it felt too?” Kit repeated, while Nick’s mind was somewhere in the sky, outside his own body on a trip to the strange stars above.
“I enjoyed howthatfelt.”
“Finley,” Kit corrected. “Did you enjoy fucking Finley?”
“I met up with him a few times, so yeah, I did. But I wasn’t interested in a relationship, and he was, so I stopped seeing him.” As Nick spoke, awareness began to return to his body. He drew in a deep breath and straightened, though it felt like a momentous effort.
When he turned towards Kit, he saw his furiously lashing tail. His scowl. Nick blinked. “This was before I even met you.”
“I know.” Kit still seemed supremely bothered.
Nick studied his face, looking for any hint that the agitation was related to what they had just done. Nick had invited him. He’d read Kit’s cues as best he could to be sure that he was happy to engage and play along, and Nick didn’t think that he’d misread Kit at any point.
“What we just did felt better,” Nick said. It wasn’t a lie. The aftermath of Kit’s touch was still shivering through him, and unlike his past encounters where a climax was quickly followed by an urge to withdraw, Nick was content to remain in Kit’s company.
Kit’s tail stopped its angry sweeps. He stared brazenly into Nick’s eyes, his cheeks flushed as he slid his tongue over his plump lips. “Really?”
