“Hello, Kurgan.”
Círan put down his belongings and Kurgan rushed him, wrapping his arms around
the only man he’d ever loved. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“It’s good to see you again,” Círan replied.
Hearing Círan’s voice was a soothing balm to his soul. How long had he been
hoping and praying to see the man again? Their relationship had been a secret
that lasted years. Whenever they were in the same territory the heat and
attraction between them was instantly sparked and Kurgan found himself falling
back into bed with the handsome man. No promises were ever made, but Kurgan
wanted the other man to know how much he meant even if the two of them
couldn’t be together.
Kurgan reluctantly let go of Círan.
Stepping back, he allowed himself the pleasure of looking the other man up and
down, inspecting his form. Círan stood at six foot four inches with golden
eyes and black hair. He looked exactly the same, even after years of
separation. In his mind, Kurgan had always been able to conjure up Círan’s
image. But over time, it seemed that his memory hadn’t been able to do the man
justice.
Círan was breathtaking.
“Gods…” Kurgan breathed out. He shook his head still unable to believe that
the man was really standing before him.
Círan grinned, flashing a line of straight white teeth. “I’ve missed you.”
Kurgan cupped Círan’s face with his hand. He knew that he should stop and have
a conversation, but he couldn’t control himself. Lifting the man’s face,
Kurgan leaned down and connected their lips. Nothing else mattered. Kurgan
needed to taste Círan more than he needed his next breath. Círan seemed to
melt into Kurgan as their bodies connected. His chest met Círan’s and Kurgan
cursed, wishing they were naked.
Kurgan moved his hands, caressing and touching, as he moved his fingers. He
gripped the bottom of Círan’s tunic and pulled up. He disconnected their lips
for only a moment, long enough to remove the tunic and toss it to the ground,
before reconnecting their lips in a passionate kiss. Kurgan tilted Círan’s
head back, giving him better access to the man’s mouth, before pushing his
tongue between Círan’s lips.
Kurgan groaned when Círan’s tongue met his, dancing and swirling. Moving one
hand to the back of Círan’s head, he dropped the other to the man’s ass,
gripping the muscled flesh still hidden behind the material of his pants. He
pulled Círan closer, forcing their straining erections to touch. When Círan
moaned and started moving his hips, Kurgan grinned. It was always the same
between them. Hot and erotic.
It didn’t seem to matter how much time passed, they easily fell into the same
routine as if there was no separation at all.
Kurgan dropped his hands and pulled the string that kept Círan’s pants up. One
hard tug and the material fell away.
“Gods above,” Círan whispered.
“Mmm…” Kurgan licked his lips, tasting Círan. “I want to feel you around my
cock.” Kurgan wrapped his palm around Círan’s hard dick and the man bucked,
fucking his hand in wild strokes. “Bed. Now.”
Kurgan needed space for what he hand planned. He didn’t want to abandon his
lover, but the two single beds wouldn’t be enough. Dropping his hand, Kurgan
immediately started pushing the beds together. When he was satisfied, Kurgan
turned back toward his lover. Círan stood gloriously naked, a big smile on his
face.
“Come here, baby.” Kurgan rarely used endearments, but with Círan he couldn’t
seem to help himself. He wanted to caress and love. He wanted an infinite
amount of time to taste and kiss. It always seemed like they were under some
sort of time limit before the next call of duty. Today though, Kurgan planned
to take his time. He didn’t give a damn about the mate challenge. They could
start without him.
Círan strode toward him and Kurgan sat down on the edge of the bed. He touched
Círan’s hips, moving his hands up, down, and around. The man’s skin was soft
and warm against his calloused hands. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You always say that.”
“That’s because it’s the truth.” Kurgan touched every inch of flesh he could
reach, purposely ignoring the cock begging for attention. When a pearly drop
of pre-cum bubbled from the head of Círan’s dick, Kurgan leaned forward and
licked it up.
“Please!” Círan shouted out, his hips rocking forward.
Kurgan understood the plea. It had been a long damn time since they had been
together. Not wanting to punish them both of another second, Kurgan gripped
Círan’s hips and wrapped his mouth around the man’s cock. Having Círan’s needy
cock in his mouth made Kurgan moan. He inhaled Círan’s masculine scent through
his nose and became light headed.
“Kurgan…Kurgan…Kurgan…” Círan chanted his name like a prayer. Kurgan wrapped
his forked tongue around Círan’s dick as he sucked. “Ah…ah…ah…” erotic,
nonsensical sounds spilled from Círan’s lips spurring him on.
Kurgan’s mouth was full. He swallowed, taking the entire length down his
throat. Círan shoved his fingers through Kurgan’s hair and gripped the strands
as he started moving his hips, fucking Kurgan’s mouth. Kurgan opened wide,
allowing Círan to do whatever he wanted.
“I’m gonna…” that was the only warning he received before Círan came down his
throat.
Pulling back, Kurgan licked and kissed Círan’s shaft. He stared at Círan. With
his mouth open and cheeks flushed, the man was entirely too sexy. He was
everything Kurgan had ever wanted in a lover. Having Círan back made Kurgan’s
heart yearn for something he couldn’t have, a long term relationship. They had
discussed it before, but each time came to the same conclusion. Their family
obligations were too great and stood in their way.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Círan said, breaking the silence.
Kurgan raised a brow and grinned wickedly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
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