Brannigan dove back in, sucking on that sensitive part of Kyou’s neck while his hand fell to one of Kyou’s nipples and tugged at it sharply. Kyou arched into the touch, a moan caught in the back of his throat. God, the man really did know what to do with his hands.
Kyou grasped the hot length of Brannigan’s dick in a firm grip. His hand stroked from base to tip, first exploring and getting the size of it down. Brannigan was perfectly proportioned, which meant that Kyou would have a lovely time getting fucked. Thank anything Kyou cared to name that Brannigan liked to top. May he be a dominant top, amen.
Brannigan liked the attention, clearly, but he pulled free enough to drop to his knees. He gave Kyou absolutely no warning before he sucked him into his mouth and slooowly eased his teeth across the head just to the ridge of the glans and back to the tip. It was incredibly erotic, bordering on the edge of painful, but caused Kyou’s dick to pulse in response.
Sparks of pleasure burst behind Kyou’s eyes. He found his hand in Brannigan’s hair with no memory of moving it there, loving every second of what his lover was doing. “Fucking shit, you’re a national treasure.”
Brannigan chuckled around him before repeating the motion.
Everything from that very talented mouth sent most of Kyou’s blood south. But there were still two brain cells in the back of his head functioning, and they rubbed together and got a thought out: Weren’t there supposed to be condoms and lube in the bathroom drawer?
Kyou’s hand fumbled one of the drawers open and he turned his head to look. Bingo. Two different sizes of condoms and a standard bottle of lube. Only in his imagination did the hallelujah chorus break out. “B-Bran—”
Brannigan pulled off with a pop. “What, caro?”
He pointed helpfully downwards. “Condoms and lube.”
Brannigan popped back up and the smile on his face was pure glee. “Thank fuck. Let’s get in the shower before I lose what’s left of my mind.”
Right. They were going to use the shower to cover sexy noises. Not to mention Kyou should probably have a shower before things continued much further. He stepped free of his clothes and went to the (thankfully wide) shower to start the water and get it heated. There was the snap of a condom as Brannigan slipped it on. He had no chance to turn around before Brannigan’s hands came around his waist.
Kyou loved the press of that masculine body against his back. He could feel how hard Brannigan was, how much he wanted him, and that was powerful, that feeling. Brannigan didn’t reach for him again to rile him up, though. He grabbed the detachable shower head and rinsed them both, then got the shower gel into play.
When Brannigan’s fingers slipped back in between his ass cheeks, Kyou let him stroke and play. Then he put both hands against the cool tile, tilting his hips up in clear invitation.
It was an invitation Brannigan was only too happy to take him up on.
Kyou took in the first finger with a sigh, the second with a whimper and a welcoming roll of the hips. He was tight, he could feel the resistance. It had been far too long since he’d had anything in there.
“Still good?”
“’s good,” Kyou sighed, eyes slipping closed for a second so he could concentrate on the feeling. “So good.”
A third finger, and that burned. Brannigan was using quite a bit of the lube, he could feel the slickness of it, and his fingers were still a little rough inside Kyou. He pressed back against them, wanting a fuller feeling and not getting it. Frustrated, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Now.”
Brannigan’s eyes were a little wild, breath coming fast. “You sure? I think I should stretch—”
“Take me,” Kyou demanded, breath harsh.
Whatever willpower Brannigan had left immediately, evaporating with the steam. He pressed in, the tip hard and blunt as it breached him. That momentary resistance, then Brannigan passed the ring of muscle and slid in. Kyou took him in, shuddering under it all, because that feeling was incredible. Why the hell had he been avoiding this man for six years? When they could have been doing this all that time.
Brannigan’s hands were back on his hips as he eased out an inch and then back in. All thought broke apart and spun free, and Kyou braced himself as his lover’s pace gradually picked up, then slammed into him. His body warmed under it all, and he found himself gasping against the tiles, grunting in time with the cock ramming against his prostate. It was too much—too much pleasure, too much heat, too much sensation. Sparks lit along his nerves, setting him on fire. Kyou needed relief, now. He needed it before he went mad.
A warm hand wrapped around him, stroking him, and that was better. That was more of what he needed to find relief. Kyou’s head tipped back, a garbled groan pouring out of his mouth. Almost. Almost, almost, almost—
Teeth set into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, biting down none too gently, and the pleasure and pain clashed perfectly. Kyou arched and came hard, a shout caught between his teeth.
Brannigan slammed into him, harder, faster, then hauled Kyou in tightly as his hips stilled. He panted against the bite mark, body shuddering as he came deep within Kyou’s body.
Kyou’s mind was gone. Synapses were not firing. Kyou.exe had stopped working. His knees wanted to give out, and he would have fallen to the floor if not for the hold Brannigan still had on him.
“Mmm,” Brannigan hummed against his skin, practically radiating satisfaction. “I knew we’d be good together. You could have warned me you were a sexy, sexy beast.”
Kyou tilted his head up so he could kiss the man’s jaw. “I think that’s you.”
They stayed cuddled like that for a few minutes. Eventually, it became too uncomfortable for Brannigan and he pulled free, tying off the condom and stepping out of the shower long enough to throw it away. He returned and reached for the shampoo this time.
Kyou could see how shower time needed to be a regular thing in their future. Kyou loved every second of this. He liked the hands in his hair, gently shampooing him, the way those strong hands washed his skin. He liked returning the favor and getting his hands all over Brannigan. It was intimate in its own way, different than the sex had been, but just as good. Sweeter. He felt somehow better connected to Brannigan. Which was strange. After six years and all that had passed between them, why did sex and showering together have that effect on him?
After a final rinse, Brannigan put his back to the wall and pulled Kyou into his arms. He came easily, putting his head on Brannigan’s chest and holding him loosely in return. Being pressed skin to skin like this was incredibly lovely. Definitely more showers in the future.
“Are you ever going to tell me just how my father saved your life?”
“I wondered when you’d ask me that. And yes, it has something to do with the scars on my chest, as you’re so obviously wondering.” Not bothered, Kyou stayed as he was. “I told you that I was found on the doorstep of a fire station?”
“Yes.”
“I was born with five holes in my heart.”
Brannigan startled, his body flinching. “What?!”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Kyou assured him with a smile. “Thanks to your father. The state wouldn’t cover all of my hospital bills, and the charities for orphans never have enough money to see to all of the kids. Not really. Your father stepped in and directly paid for all of the many surgeries I needed. My condition was such that if I could just survive until adulthood, my body would be healthy. The trick was keeping me alive for eighteen years. It took sixteen surgeries, some of them minor, but by the time I was eighteen, I was healthy. My heart’s strong. But if not for your dad, I probably wouldn’t have made it. My medical bills were close to half a million.”