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the painfully hard length. Kieran took hold of Nolan’s cock in return, unable to fully close his hand around the impressive girth, and began to stroke. Agonizingly slow. He could tell Nolan wanted him fast and hard, a need having risen in him seemingly before he even got home. But Kieran had missed his lover that day and wanted to take things slow.
    He took control of the situation.
    With a quick-handed shift of power, Kieran used his large body to press Nolan down to the floor before caging Nolan’s hands over his head. Nolan moaned as their cocks touched, the heat from his lover’s body making Kieran sweat. As much as he wanted to, Kieran wouldn’t let the eager cry egg him on to speed up the proceedings. Not yet.
    “Kier,” Nolan begged, pressing his groin up into Kieran’s, grinding their cocks together. “Kier. You know what I want.”
    “I do.” Kieran nodded, unable to keep the grin off his face. “But you’re gonna wait for it.” He wrapped Nolan’s wrists in one hand and stuck three of his fingers past those pouty lips and into Nolan’s mouth. “Suck my fingers, Nolan. Get them wet.”
    Nolan whimpered before his eyes lit up and he began to suck with eagerness. The feel of his tongue slipping and sliding over Kieran’s fingers was almost enough to make Kieran shoot, but he held off, torturing them both by keeping up a steady grind. Their cocks were both so hard, and Kieran’s sac felt heavy enough to burst. He lived for these moments with Nolan, loved to see the pleasure-filled anticipation and agony on his face.
    He pulled his fingers out of Nolan’s mouth and replaced them with his lips, kissing him with slightly more intense pressure, their need for one another hitting a fever pitch, their lips grinding and teeth skimming one another’s. He quickly trailed his wet fingers over Nolan’s perfect body and down to his goal.
    Kieran rested his three fingers against Nolan’s rim, teasing and circling, dragging the wet digits up to his taint and back. After a minute Nolan was moaning, begging for Kieran to take his ass and fuck him hard, just as he needed. Nolan liked to be in charge a lot of the time, but when he needed to be fucked, he needed it hard and rough.
    It was easy for Kieran to press his fingers past those rings of muscles, as wet as they were and as familiar as Nolan’s body was with his. Nolan’s ass was made for taking cock, which was perfect as his cock was made for fucking Nolan’s ass. His ass cheeks were a flawless bubble, a pillow so firm and soft they cushioned Kieran’s hips dreamily whenever he fucked that tight chute, as he was about to do.
    “Ah, yes, baby.” Nolan gasped against Kieran’s lips, grinning as he dug his heels into the ground to fuck himself down on Kieran’s fingers. “I want more. I want your cock. Fuck me now; I need it.”
    “I know you do.” Kieran kissed him hard, removing his fingers and lining his cock up with that tight little hole. “I know you need”—a hard push past those muscles and Nolan’s moan echoed around the room—“a hard fucking to get you by.”
    “Yes, that’s what I want,” Nolan panted. “Right there.”
    Kieran pushed off his prone position on Nolan’s chest, releasing his man’s wrists. Nolan’s hands instantly began to pet and stroke Kieran’s paint-covered body. He loved touching Kieran all over when they made love. He always said the tactile connection made it more, brought them closer together and further in tune with one another. Kieran sat back on his heels, taking Nolan’s legs and wrapping them around his waist, knowing exactly what this man needed.
    He started to thrust, so unbearably slow that Nolan cursed him, pounded his hands against the floor, and splashed paint all around them as he hit the puddles. But Kieran didn’t want to give in just yet. He wanted to take it slower just to stretch out the torture.
    “Fuck me harder, Kier,” Nolan demanded, gripping Kieran’s waist with his legs even