Brannigan kissed the top of his head. “I’m relieved to be here. I was afraid it wouldn’t ever happen.”
“Fortunately, Remi betrayed me.”
Brannigan snorted a laugh. “I knew I liked her for a reason. She was the one who texted me, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. Then she blabbed your name and number to Ari. I’d spank her for it, but I want to hug her at the same time, so I’m rather conflicted.”
“I’m rewarding her. She did us both a favor.” Brannigan drew his head up and kissed him lightly, teasingly. “I want today with you. With nothing hanging over our heads. I want good Chinese and bad TV and way too much sex.”
That sounded like the best offer of Kyou’s life. “We can always unload the car later, I guess….”
“Much later,” Brannigan purred. He kept one hand planted on the small of Kyou’s back even as the other came up to card his fingers through Kyou’s thick hair. He kissed Kyou with promise and heat, and it sent tingles of pleasure dancing lightly under Kyou’s skin.
Kyou urgently kissed him back, pulling their hips together so he could grind into the man. They’d now had sex precisely thrice, and that seemed such a sacrilege right now. Why hadn’t they been fucking like bunnies? He was half-hard from the kiss alone, and he could feel Brannigan steadily hardening even as he ground into the man. It felt good but unsatisfying. This contact through two layers of clothes wasn’t what either of them really wanted.
Tearing his mouth away, Brannigan asked desperately, “Bed?”
“Too far,” Kyou growled, already impatient at the idea of going all the way to the other end of the apartment. Never mind that was only twelve or so steps away, it was far too much distance to cross. He turned and shoved the monitors to the far side, giving him enough room on the surface of the desk.
Brannigan stayed planted, watching him, those clear green eyes slowly widening. “You’re not suggesting…”
“You seem to have this opinion about me”—Kyou stripped his shirt off without fanfare, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He liked the look on his lover’s face, and it brought out his own sense of mischief—“that I’m shy about sex. Not the case. I’m bad at flirting, so I don’t normally have sex. There’s a difference, Bran. And right now, I really want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me.”
Brannigan’s mouth moved, but no words emerged. He gave up trying to speak and wordlessly dug his wallet out, including the packet of lube and a condom, slapping them on the desk next to Kyou’s hip. Then he tackled Kyou’s jeans.
Kyou enjoyed immensely that he’d turned the man’s brain off so thoroughly with lust he couldn’t even form words. He tugged and pulled at Brannigan’s clothes too, until they were both naked. Kyou thoroughly appreciated getting his hands all over that warm, taut skin, stroking Brannigan up to full hardness. He leaned in to bite at a nipple, gently, and Brannigan huffed out a sound of pleasure. He was still learning how Brannigan liked to be touched, and where, but he’d discovered Brannigan was a bit more sensitive there than Kyou himself was. Brannigan made the best sounds, earthy and guttural with his pleasure, and his eyes turned stormy green, like an ocean during a storm.
They were that color now, filled with lust and need as they looked down at Kyou. With both hands spanning Kyou’s waist, Brannigan lifted him up onto the desk, planting his ass on the edge. Kyou went without protest, happy with this position too even though it wasn’t what he had in mind.
Brannigan slid both hands underneath his thighs and pushed, shifting Kyou fully onto his back. He went easily, pillowing his head on both hands, fully on display for his lover and not at all shy about it. Well, maybe a touch. His head turned, and he looked at Brannigan under his lashes, a trace of heat in his cheeks. He’d shortly find the little surprise Kyou had slipped in after his shower this morning.
Lowering his head, Brannigan licked him from root to tip. The wet heat of that tongue felt delicious. Kyou shivered a little under it, eyes falling completely shut so he could focus on the sensation. Brannigan had such a sinful tongue, and he knew precisely what to do with it. As he moved lower, Kyou wanted to spread his legs a little further, give the man more room to work with. He definitely wanted Brannigan to linger there for a few minutes as he enjoyed the attention far too much.
However, Brannigan had a firm grip on both of his legs, and he wasn’t budging. Kyou liked his dominance and chose not to argue, just lying back and enjoying for now. He’d pay back the attention later. At length.
Then those hands pushed his thighs up, shifting him, and Kyou’s eyes popped open. Oh. Was he planning to…?
A deep, delighted chuckle poured from Brannigan’s mouth. “Oh-ho. What have we here?”
“A little gift for you,” Kyou panted, lifting his head so he could see Brannigan’s expression. His lover was entirely too pleased, his expression naughty. The embarrassment of discovering Ivan had put Kyou’s butt plug in his evac bag had just become totally worth it. “I wanted you to just bend me over and fuck me without the prep.”
Shifting one of Kyou’s legs over his shoulder, he freed up a hand so that he could trace around the rim of the butt plug. The soft touch made pleasurable tingles dance up and down Kyou’s spine, a whisper of promise of what was to come. “I like my present very much. Definitely feel free to wear it more often.”
Kyou had some witty response flirting on the tip of his tongue when Brannigan pulled the butt plug free with a soft pop. He lost it entirely when the man lowered his head and gave a lingering swipe over the hole he’d just emptied. Kyou flopped back down, neck arching at the sensation. He’d never, ever been rimmed before. Ivan had talked about it, Ari had admitted he loved it when Carter did it, but the secondhand accounts were as much as Kyou really knew.
Now he understood precisely why both men spoke of it with such lecherous smiles. This was fabulous, truly amazing. Kyou’s hands clenched and unclenched in his hair under the force of pleasure singing along his nerves. Then Brannigan slid his tongue in and started fucking him with it, a hot, wet glide in and out, and Kyou about lost his mind. His hand found the edge of the desk and latched on there with a white-knuckled grip. He had to hold onto something. He felt like he was flying.
Some part of his brain heard and catalogued the sound of wrappers being opened proceeding the removal of Brannigan’s mouth. He whined in the back of his throat, not willing for it to end yet. Two fingers slid into him—a sharp, prodding motion—spreading lube. Kyou understood then that his lover was on the edge as well, that he needed to connect them. His mouth worked for a second before he could articulate words. “Bran—Bran, come on.”
Brannigan was on his feet in a second, pressing in, steady and without resistance. Kyou’s legs were over his shoulders, both of Brannigan’s hands wrapped around his knees as he drew back and thrust in again, hard. He was a little wild, breath coming in pants. Kyou locked eyes with him as the man snapped in and out of his body. Stormy green eyes stared back at him; lust shone there, but shining even more brightly? Overwhelming affection. Kyou had to close his eyes to keep from being swept away by it all.
Feeling that hard, firm length thrusting into him was blissful. Kyou’s own cock was demanding attention, but he didn’t drop a hand to it, yet. He was far too heated up as it was. Even a touch might send him over the edge.