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“I know.” Patrick stared at the floggers. “How about this? Let’s try the deer leather next time we do this and go from there.”
“Okay.” Kieren became distracted by Patrick’s mouth because when he was that close, he could see the excitement in his expression, the quirk of his lips as he explained. He couldn’t resist lifting a hand to his jaw, the stubble scratching his palm. Patrick froze, eyes locking with his, and Kieren closed the distance between them. Whatever was happening between them was a force he couldn’t resist.
As their lips touched, Patrick groaned and pressed closer. Kieren deepened the kiss, and Patrick wrapped his arms around his neck but hissed. Kieren moved back.
“I can see I’m going to have to be careful with you,” he murmured. He stood, pulling on Patrick’s good hand to help him stand. He dipped and swept his arms under Patrick’s back and legs and carried him to the bed. “I think it’s time I looked after you.”
Patrick grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
Kieren paused. “Are you only a top, or do you bottom sometimes?” He hadn’t thought to ask before.
“I’m vers.”
Kieren’s smile grew. “Me, too. How about that?” He winked, feeling more confident now that he was in charge.
“Hmm. Fate.” Patrick lowered his hand to the button of his trousers, flicking it open until his cock sprang free. “But if you think you’re in charge, you’re wrong.”
“Am I now? We’ll see about that.”
Kieren grabbed the waistband of Patrick’s trousers and tugged them off. He needed them both naked because he wanted to be inside him. They had yet to have intercourse, and Kieren was out of patience.
Let him just hope he could keep his libido in check and give Patrick an experience to remember.
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Chapter 14
Patrick
As he watched Kieren get naked, Patrick’s mouth dried up. The man was a god. Muscles that went on for miles, tanned skin from time out in the sun or just his genes, Patrick wasn’t sure. He wanted nothing more than to spend hours worshipping every inch of him, but until his wrist was better, he wouldn’t be able to do everything he needed to. Allowing Kieren to have his way with him—or at least thinking he was in charge of the situation—was a suitable compromise.
“You’re a work of art,” Kieren whispered, skimming his fingers up Patrick’s legs and stomach.
“Look who’s talking.” They were both naked, and Patrick needed to feel Kieren on top of him. “Lay on me. I want to feel you,” he said.
Kieren carefully lowered his hips, then chest, bracing his forearms on either side of Patrick’s body. The feeling was exquisite. The warmth of him bled into Patrick, sending a sense of contentment through him. No matter how much Kieren protested, Patrick needed to get him to see what he saw for their future. Because he did see a future for them, and one he was reluctant to let go of.
Lifting his good arm, he slid it around Kieren’s neck, pulling him down for a blistering kiss. The longer the kiss continued, the more they rubbed against each other. Patrick could feel their precome leaking enough to wet his skin.
“More,” Patrick panted. “Wrap your hand around us.”
Kieren smirked. “Topping from the bottom?”
“Of course.”
Kieren ignored him and kissed his way down his neck and chest, lapping against his nipples. Patrick arched towards him and hissed as his bad hand tried to copy his good hand and grip the covers. Kieren peered up at him, then across to his hand. Sliding his own hand across, he stretched out Patrick’s arm.
“Keep it there, or I’ll find some way to restrain you, so you don’t hurt yourself further. If you do, we stop,” Kieren growled.
Patrick’s breathing increased. “Yes…sir.”
It was the first time he’d submitted to someone else, other than in his initial training, and he never realised how much of a relief it was to let go and give control to another person because, although he’d done it, he had never felt comfortable with it. He doubted he could’ve done it with someone other than Kieren, but his body and mind were in total agreement with the plan.
Kieren’s eyes widened, and he inhaled through his nose, his nostrils flaring with the move. He lowered his head back to Patrick’s chest, licking and nipping at his nipples and sending shocks of electricity down to Patrick’s groin. His cock hardened further, and he thrust his hips up, pressing against Kieren.
Kieren pushed his hips back down with his hands but lowered his head to lap at the fluid collecting on Patrick’s stomach. The groan that met his ears was full of desire, and Patrick wished he could taste it. As if Kieren had heard his thoughts, the man swiped a couple of fingers through it and lifted them to Patrick’s mouth. He happily sucked them in, closing his eyes at the decadent taste. His eyes flew open when Kieren’s mouth descended on his cock. His eyes rolled back as he lowered to the root, swallowing Patrick into the back of his throat.
Patrick slammed his head back into the pillow and moaned. It had been a long time since he’d had someone throat-fuck him. Kieren pulled off, breathing heavily, and lowered again, returning to his position. He kept Patrick in his throat for far longer than Patrick thought he’d be able to—when he could think clearly enough—and lifted clear again. He licked and laved the length of him, paying special attention to his frenulum—the nerves beneath the head of his cock. They were extremely sensitive and sent shooting arcs through his body every time they were touched.
