Page 34 of Summer Catch

It was quick and it was slow. Jon needed him badly, his cock pressing hard and insistent against his zipper, but they had all the time in the world, no need to rush, no need to not enjoy every blessed second, so he didn’t rush.

Kissed Kieran over and over again, sliding his hands over his T-shirt, under it, feeling every inch of his skin, loving every inch of it.

Kieran gave as good as he got, restlessly pressing his body against Jon’s, like he couldn’t get close enough.

When they finally broke apart, Jon was panting, the sound harsh in the quiet of Kieran’s place. “I love you,” he said, because now that he’d said, he couldn’t stop saying it. Because he did, so fucking much.

Kieran leaned in, resting his forehead against Jon’s. He could practically taste his lips again. “I love you, too,” he said. “And God, I want you.”

“Yeah?” Jon slid a hand down, gripping the irresistible curve of Kieran’s ass.

“God, yeah.” Kieran exhaled sharply. “Please.”

Jon tucked a hand down his shorts, the muscles underneath his touch tensing and then releasing. Ghosted just a finger down his crack, to his hole. Felt it flex as Kieran’s head dropped to his shoulder and he mouthed at his neck.

“Shit,” Jon groaned.

“Come on, babe, I gotta have something,” Kieran said. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the drawer next to the couch, handing it off to Jon as he wiggled his shorts off.

“You’re too good at that,” Jon chuckled, slipping his finger, wet with lube, back down, Kieran groaning right into his ear as he began to work it in slowly.

“And you’re too good at that,” Kieran retorted, his voice full of sexual heat.

“Had a good teacher.”

“Ugh, just like that.” Kieran’s voice stuttered as Jon found the spot inside him that always made him breathless, always made him lose it.

Because it didn’t matter how many times he’d made Kieran moan, he wanted a hundred more. A thousand.

Wanted to hear his breath catch every day for the rest of his life.

“I know how you like it, babe,” Jon murmured. “Just like that. Oh yeah. Yeah.” Felt his cock twitch at the thought of all this tight heat wrapped around it.

“Give me another then,” Kieran begged.

He had every intention of giving Kieran everything he wanted—everything he needed—but he wasn’t going to rush anything.

“Just enjoy it,” he said, thrusting deeper, twisting his finger around. Taking his time. Glorying in that heat, before he slipped another in.

“Fuck,” Kieran muttered.

Jon pressed in slowly, feeling every inch of Kieran’s body as it sucked him in. His cock was wet against his shirt, catching on the fabric.

Kieran reached down and wrenched his T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Began to ride Jon’s fingers as his cock pushed, damp and rock-hard, against his stomach.

He knew Kieran could come just like this, two or three fingers in his ass, his cock pressed against his skin.

But he wanted more than that. Wanted to be buried so deep he didn’t know where he ended and Kieran began. Craved that closeness.

“One more,” Jon insisted, finally tucking his third finger in. “Come on. Work for it, babe. Let me know how much you want it.”

“Want you,” Kieran panted. His fingers tightened on Jon’s shoulders. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Gonna have me,” Jon said, his own breath not so even.

Wishing that he’d had the forethought to shed his pants before they’d gotten in this position.

“I got you,” Kieran said and moved enough to dislodge Jon’s fingers, sliding down to the floor, gorgeous and boneless as he reached up for the belt holding his cock back.

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