Soul of the Night
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He turned off the bathroom light and padded back into the bedroom, letting his eyes adjust to the gray darkness, listening to Kir breathe. Kir jumped in his sleep. If Kir had been sleeping peacefully, Josh would have let him be.
He placed the oil and condom on the side table and climbed back into bed, crawling over to Kir’s side and looking down at him. He wanted to protect Kir from his past, an impossibility. They could only move forward.
He laid his hand on Kir’s shoulder, very little pressure, and Kir jerked awake.
“Hey,” Josh murmured. “It’s okay.”
“Josh?” Kir tried to turn, but Josh kept pressure on his shoulder.
“Lie on your stomach. Look away from me.”
“Um, okay.” Kir sounded confused, unsure. He paused for a moment, then rested his head on the back of his hands, facing away. Josh could feel the tension in his body. During their few weeks together last summer, they’d made love frequently. Too often, when foreplay began, Kir had been overanxious to please and only relaxed when Josh gave orders. Josh didn’t know if Kir had simply been worried about Josh and his sensitivity to touch, or if making love—at least its opening movements—stressed Kir.
Josh leaned over Kir, brushed his hair back from his face and kissed the salty corner of Kir’s eye.
“Dreaming?” Josh asked.
“I guess.”
“Bad dream?”
“I don’t remember.”
Josh stroked Kir’s upper arm and kissed his cheek. “You’ve been working out. Your muscles make me hot.” He kissed the corner of Kir’s mouth. “As does your mouth. Well, everything about you.”
Kir snorted in surprise. He always reacted to compliments as if they were embarrassing bolts out of the blue.
“You know I like everything about you, right?”
Kir’s lips parted. “I’m glad,” he declared with such feeling that Josh’s chest squeezed tight.
“Did you know?”
Kir gave a short shake of his head.
“Do you want me to touch you?” asked Josh.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’ve been dying to touch you for months. It hurt to think of you.” Josh bit Kir’s neck lightly and Kir gasped. “Did you ever think of me?”
“All the time.”
Josh smiled. He stroked under Kir’s arm while he licked the skin he’d nipped. “You taste like salt and Kir. Perfect. I remembered your taste, you know. I dreamed of it sometimes.”
A tear leaked out of Kir’s eye. He had always been emotional, as Josh had learned during their weeks together. He came back to catch the salty tear on his tongue, then laved Kir’s eye shut.
“You worry too much, just when you’re not supposed to,” said Josh.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to want me.”
“I want you, Josh.”
“I want to fuck you. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“You should check that I have condoms. God knows what Brad carried around with him.”
“I know you have condoms.”
Josh laughed, stroking Kir’s back, the shoulder blades, the muscles beneath skin, the dusting of dark hair. “You’re right, but you didn’t know. You just like to say yes, because I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
Kir raised his ass in invitation. Josh palmed Kir’s cheeks appreciatively, then stroked his legs before spreading them farther apart. “Stay like that, okay?”
“Okay,” said Kir thickly.
Josh smiled. “I love your voice.”
“My voice?”
“So sexy.”
Kir didn’t answer. Josh reached under to find Kir’s cock hard and dripping.
“Have you slowed down any?” asked Josh.
“I don’t know.” Kir sounded bewildered by all this talk. He always came quickly, at least with Josh, and Josh didn’t know if that was a personal quirk or anxiety or youth. Though Kir, no longer the boy of twenty-two he’d first met, was twenty-five to Josh’s thirty-one.
“If you don’t know, Kir, who does?” Josh held Kir’s cock, gently squeezing it, running his fingertips over Kir’s slick head. Kir became even harder.
“You,” Kir managed.
“Remember sometimes we’d come together?”
Kir rested on his elbows now. “I don’t know if I can wait, Josh,” he pleaded.
“What do you want?”
Kir didn’t answer, though he was noisily inarticulate as Josh stroked Kir’s length in a rhythm that would bring release.
“I’ll tell you what I want,” said Josh and Kir groaned. “Exactly that.” Kir came, pumping into Josh’s hand, shuddering while Josh palmed Kir’s back with his clean hand.
“At least, that’s what I wanted first. Now, don’t move.” Josh collected Kir’s cum. Kir stayed still, shivering a little, ass raised, elbows braced, pleasure noises coming from his throat. Josh couldn’t remember anyone enjoying his attentions as much as Kir did.
Josh slathered Kir’s cum up and down Kir’s crack, then reached for the condom and rolled it up his length.
“Are you relaxed?” Josh touched the tip of his cock to Kir’s perfect hole.
“Please.”
“Oh, I want it, babe, you don’t have to ask.” Josh pushed in and Kir welcomed him, muscles relaxing to take him, throat humming, yes.
“You amaze me, Kir. You just let me in. No resistance. As if we belong together.”
Josh rested there, savoring the heat and the feel of Kir, filling Kir to the hilt.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Josh.” Not an answer, but it sounded good.
Instead of moving, Josh stroked Kir’s legs and lightly touched his balls and the seam down their middle.
“Josh.” Not a plea, just a statement.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
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