Page 23 of Beautifully Complicated

His cock is slightly flushed now, the urge to hold it too great to ignore. So, I take it in hand, pumping it with exaggerated care as his fingers flex against the sheets.

“Kier,” he whispers breathlessly.

“Yes?”

“More.”

“Flip over,” I murmur next to his ear.

His plump lip turns down in a pout that nearly has me relenting, but there’s so much more of him to explore.

“It’ll feel good. I promise.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, give his shaft a firm stroke, and help him roll to his stomach.

Aiden’s back is just as beautiful as his front. Lean. Smooth. Sinewy. Sitting on the back of his thighs, I run my hands over his shoulders, along his spine, admiring how his shoulders taper to his waist.

The back is one area I’d never really considered erogenous, but the subtle way Aiden squirms under my touch has me thinking twice. I’m pretty sure he’s rubbing his dick into the bed, which I find insanely hot.

I’d intended to begin my exploration much lower, but I’m curious what sort of anticipation I can build before getting to that point. So, I let my fingers draw random lines over his velvety skin, dropping kisses everywhere my touch makes him whimper.

When Aiden’s hips move with more purpose, I move my focus lower, cupping his lush cheeks. He moans carnally as I work those globes, pulling them slightly apart, and for reasons I can’t explain that gives me the urge to explore them with my mouth.

I’ve never kissed anyone here before, and once my lips meet his skin, I wonder why that is. Not only is it silky soft, it pulls the most erotic groan from deep in his chest. One that causes his whole body to vibrate. So, I do it again. And again. Even daring to lick a stripe up the center of his crack, which makes him cry out in surprise.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“Good?” I press the tip of my forefinger against his little star, not enough to breach it, just to gauge his reaction.

“Hell, yes.” He pushes his ass up, increasing the pressure on his virgin hole, and I relax considerably with the confirmation that he really does want this.

Gently circling that spot, I feather kisses at the base of his spine, loving the way it makes him arch closer to me, seeking more. He’s so responsive, and even though I have no right to think it, a significant part of me hopes that’s less because of how his body is made and more because ofme.

“I didn’t know that could feel so good,” Aiden mumbles into the mattress.

“It gets better.” I reach for the lube, squirting a healthy drop onto my fingers. “But it might be a little uncomfortable before it does.”

“I know. I’m ready.”

Pausing to warm the liquid between my fingers, I admire the curves on display before me. His ass is magnificently round. Plush. As a bottom, that’s not usually something I notice about my partners, but on Aiden, it’s hard to look away.

Parting his cheeks, I press the tip of a single finger against his rim. That little pucker clenches as if trying to ask for more, and my dick gives its own little twitch in response. “Remember to breathe,” I say as I press forward.

Ignoring my own advice, I hold the air in my lungs as my finger sinks into Aiden’s hole. The resistance is more intense than I expected, squeezing the digit to the point I briefly wonder if it’s possible to cut off circulation. But the slickness of the lube renders that a moot point.

“Fuck,” Aiden grunts when I stop at the first knuckle.

“Okay Leanbh?” The Irish name for baby rolls off my tongue so easily I suspect it’s not the first time I’ve used it tonight, which oddly enough doesn’t set off a panic. I’m sure I’ll overthink it later, but right now, if it calms him, I’ll say it.

“Yeah.” He exhales heavily. “Feels better now.”

We’ve still got a long way to go, though I see no need to point that out. Instead, I do my best to probe while keeping my finger mostly still, pressing forward in miniscule increments.

Aiden’s channel is even softer than his skin, warmer too. And tight. So incredibly tight I worry I might not be able to stretch him enough, especially when he groans with what sounds like strain instead of pleasure as I get to the second knuckle.

Holding my finger in place, I lean down to pepper more kisses along his spine and feel him start to relax beneath me. “Beautiful,” I murmur, and he relaxes further.

It takes another few minutes of cautious movement, but eventually we get to the point where I can slide my finger freely, and I pump the digit faster, deeper, giving him a glimpse of what it will feel like to have my cock inside him. What he made me feel not thirty minutes earlier.

The way he writhes under my touch suggests he’s ready for another finger, but before I add it, I curl the tip in search of his prostate.

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