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This was not in the plan.
Your breath stuttered, hands gripping the silken sheets below you.
Sylus would be back soon.
Your body jolted at the touch of his fingers over the plush of your thigh—
The two of you were not supposed to be doing this.
Your heartbeat quickened at the thought, a whine falling from your lips, yet the head between your legs remained unhurried in his ministrations. His hands pressed down against your hips to keep you from moving, insistent on taking his time, allowing his mouth to place wet, open-mouthed kisses around the clothing still covering your clit. The contact was there, but it was barely enough.
You squirmed in his grasp.
"Kieran...!"
His only response was a low chuckle, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You could really only let out another whimper; what else could you do? So easily would he have you at his mercy, his touch and his attention having now become something that you craved.
"Kieran, please..." You tried, with no avail, to buck your hips up into him. His grip on you was stronger than you"d anticipated—unrelenting in the pressure, and enough for him to let out a scoff.
"Hey, easy, pretty," he mumbled. You could hear in his voice the mocking roll of his eyes. "As nice as it is hearing you beg... You really need to stay still."
Merciless, for certain.
You didn"t know what else you should have expected from him.
Your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets as his tongue poked out against the crotch of your panties, leaving short, kitten licks that only made the damp spot on the fabric grow larger—
And you wished you could see him.
His mask, placed slanted over his head, covered enough to keep you in the dark. You could see tufts of his hair peeking out from behind it... but you couldn"t see his eyes. He would never let you see them. Not like this. Not when it was never supposed to be like this.
The limit imposed was always a reminder of that.
"Kieran..." you reached over to lay a hand atop of his, the only workaround you could find. And you felt his movements pause at the contact. By now, your underwear was thoroughly soaked through, the fabric clinging to your folds enough to outline the shape of your cunt. "Kieran, why won"t you just take it off...!"
You felt him smile.
He didn"t answer; it wasn"t as if you particularly expected him to. Instead, he settled for pressing his tongue flat against your entrance, slowly licking up a long stripe that lingered over your clit, parting your folds more obviously for him—and he did it again.
The thin fabric dipped slightly into your hole, only barely serving as any more of a barrier from the friction and heat of his tongue. Your hips struggled against his hold, thighs trembling over his shoulders—"W-wha—anh—! Kieran—!"
You felt his nails dig slightly into your skin almost as a warning, and the slight sting of pain had your moan clamping down into a sharp hiss.
"Why, huh?" he mumbled against you, and you could hear the laugh in his voice. He brought his teeth over to graze over your clit, the sensation making you shiver and gasp. "Mmm... "Cause I like it this way."
He spoke as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. As if you"d been stupid for asking such a question, as if he were reiterating the power he had over your body in this moment... Because he did. You could only submit to his ministrations as he took your clit lightly between his lips, only to let it go and do it again.
And again.
And then the slow movements became quicker, gliding his tongue up and down the sticky mess seeping through your panties, lapping at your slit as if to coax out more.
You could barely take it.
Your head threw back as his name fell from your lips in a litany—a breathless chant of "Kieran, Kieran, Kieran!" that had him grinning against you. You could feel it, the sheer delight with which his tongue moved against you. And despite his own words, it didn"t take long before he finally pushed your panties to the side, savoring the trail of slick that connected the fabric back to you, and reveling in the sight of your wetness.
You panted desperately at the exposure—waiting; anticipating. Though you couldn"t see him, you were nearly certain of the way he would lick his lips in approval of you.
And then—
"Shi—shit!" You cried out when he finally, finally buried himself into you, the direct contact of his tongue against your walls making your head spin.
"Mmmm. S"good."
It was a muffled moan you could barely register, but the vibrations against you had your body jolting. And as if to grant you a moment of reprieve, his hands slid down from your hips to push your thighs further apart.
"Ki- Kier—iera—n—! Kieran—!" Broken moans of his name left your lips in desperate cries, finally able to arch your back into him, lifting your hips to grind against his mouth.
"Mhm? "Most there, hm?"
Your eyes glazed over as your mouth fell open, feeling him knead at your thighs in encouragement. He didn"t stop. His tongue kept working you, dipping into your hole to have lewd, sticky noises resound in the bedroom.
"Close... close, Kieran, m"gonna...!"
You could hear a proud grin from him, as he pulled away from you and whispered a low command: "Yeah, cum for me, angel."
It was enough.
Your head fell back, a wave of pleasure tearing through your body as your thighs tensed around him. His hand moved to rub gentle circles over your clit to ease you through your orgasm, whispering soothing phrases into the plush of your thigh.
Your chest heaved, eyes drawing up to the ceiling in an attempt to ground yourself.
"Holy shit," you breathed. And it was all the words you could really bring yourself to say.
Your vision felt too hazy to process. You didn"t look as Kieran got up to adjust himself, leaving your side momentarily before running a damp cloth through your folds to clean you up. He was always nice enough, gentle enough, to be thorough with your aftercare. The faint sensation of your undergarments being changed didn"t feel unfamiliar to you anymore. Not with him. It was enough for you to get your breathing evened out again, and only when you felt the mattress shift beside you did you turn—
A warm hand was placed over your eyes.
Soft, almost coaxing.
And you knew the voice that spoke.
"Don"t look yet," he mumbled.
It was a softer tone than he had used with you earlier. It was a softer tone than what he would use with you, in general. A hint of desperation, a masked sort of regret laced into it...
But almost barely there.
In truth, you couldn"t have known if you were deluding yourself into it or not. As much as you were inclined to believe that there was more behind the way he said those words, more behind the gentle kiss that was placed upon your lips—you knew that it was likely not the case.
It couldn"t be the case.
In the same way that all of this was never supposed to happen in the first place.
"Just let me stay here for a second..."
He sighed against you, trailing fluttering kisses over your jaw, placing another against your lips. There was a silence, only the rise and fall of your chests moving nearly in sync, the faint ticking of the clock on the wall a reminder of the time that ran forward. Because no matter how time seemed to slow down for you in his arms like this, you knew that reality would prove otherwise.
A fickle illusion, just as all of this had become.
He pulled back.
You knew, and he knew, more than anyone, that the leisure of time was not available to you. And once the hand uncovered your eyes and you adjusted to the light, his mask was back on, his fingers reaching to pull his hood back over his head.
He looked at you.
You could have been imagining things, but you could have sworn that he was smiling. You"d seen his face before. All things considered, you could picture the way he looked at you—no more than a figment of your imagination seeing how adamant he was never to show himself to you like this, but it was the only solace that you had.
"Boss"s back," he tilted his head, "got a message from Luke, soooo... M"gonna go. He might want something."
You sat up quietly, drawing your knees up to your chest. You couldn"t help but pout.
"Kieran..."
He shook his head.
It was enough for you to swallow your words.
The empty feeling in your chest continued to thrum—unspoken words solidified the limit he"d insistently put between you. It always ended this way. You"d be fool to think otherwise.
So instead of speaking, instead of saying unnecessary things that you didn"t have to put out there, your eyes fell towards his hand as he reached over to give yours one last squeeze.
"Seeya later, Miss Hunter."
Kieran was cruel.
You were never sure what the nature of your relationship truly was, never sure of the feelings that swelled in your chest every time he so much as looked your way. You couldn"t even recall how things turned out like this at all, only that a single moment alone with him had thrown you into this spiral that you couldn"t get out of.
... But he was so nice to you.
His presence had become a comfort—as much of it as you could find in this god-forsaken place they"d made a home of. The N109 zone wasn"t your favorite place; it was far from that. And yet, every time you found find yourself going back, you owed as much to the twins to have yourself stay.
You owed it to him.
It hadn"t always been that way.
You always thought that if there would be one of them you"d grow more attached to, it would be Luke—Luke was always much sweeter with his words. He was quick to notice any discomfort, quick to offer words of reassurance that—on the surface—could easily have been dismissed, but they meant something to you. It was easy to relax around him. You knew that regardless of the situation that you found yourself in now, Luke had already become a friend that you treasured.
But Kieran was different.
Kieran was more... quiet, more subtle.
Equally as infuriating at his brother when they"d put their heads together just to get on your nerves, but—calmer. More bearable, in a sense.
And even if his words tended to be harsher in comparison, he was gentler in the way that he treated you. Especially when Sylus was absent. Because he did tend to speak less than his brother, seemingly content to let him do most of the talking, but his actions spoke volumes. He would help you with things—offers he would follow through with. The whole debacle with the brooch was an entirely different matter considering their intentions, but it the first that you"d felt a little appreciated on his part nonetheless.
Now, you knew, that whether it was as silly as getting things off of the shelf for you, or as bold as helping you sneak into Sylus" bedroom to borrow Mephisto for the day, he could help you. Because he would do things—rather than say things. And silence from him became less daunting; more welcomed, when you realized that he acted outside of it.
He"d swing the windows open whenever possible—because he knew that you hated feeling trapped in their base, despite multiple words of reassurance from Luke that you weren"t.
He"d throw an orange at your head so you didn"t have to peel one yourself—he"d seen you struggle once, taunted you to take the matter to the chef, but never seemed to offer you an unpeeled one ever since.
And he was quick to draw the lines where they needed to be drawn. Keen to notice when his brother had crossed it, bold enough to chastise him for it and offer you a moment of solace.
Most of all... the calmer tone in his voice, harshness aside, made it easy to fall under his spell.
Because that was what you would call it.
A spell.
He could get you to fall into his arms with such ease, but you were never quite sure if he would be there to catch you. It was always just enough to keep you guessing, always just enough to hold you close... Yet he would simultaneously keep you at a distance that nearly had you questioning if any of his behavior ever meant anything.
As if he were toying with you.
Your mind flitted back to the first time you"d gotten intimate, and it was he who had breached that boundary first, yet also he who"d kept the offer just out of your reach.
It was torturous. He was cruel.
Yet you had scarcely the courage to ask him about it.
"Arguably, it"s a lot quieter around here without Luke around."
It was a rare occasion to see the twins separated, but that night seemed to be as such. You recognized the figure in front of you with ease.
"Where"s your brother?"
The first question you asked had him letting out a laugh, absentmindedly tossing a coin into the air and catching it back into his palm. He didn"t get up from his seat on the couch, but he turned to you. The earring on his hood made a soft tinkling noise as he did so.
"Out on an errand. You know. Boss"s orders..."
You noticed him regard you for a moment, a contemplative silence you"d become familiar with from him, before he stood up.
It had been your instinct to immediately take a step back.
But that didn"t phase him.
It never truly did.
He was a little less difficult to shake up than his brother, especially when he was alone. Unfortunately for you, as you watched him close the distance between the two of you a little bit more— this was such a case.
"The boss told me to watch over you, you know. You"re here to see him, right? So... I guess you could say I"ve been expecting you."
It was your turn to look him over, folding your arms over your chest, and whether because of their influence—just as much as Sylus"—or not, you were pushed, a little bit, to be bolder. So with a smile, you decided to play coy."Kieran, are you trying to intimidate me? Is that something Sylus would approve of?"
It gave you an inkling of satisfaction to have him pause in thought, because there was one thing you"d noticed about him—
He was obedient.
Careful.
Dare you say it; a lot more calculating than whatever impulsive decisions Luke was more prone to making.
"Hmm... No, maybe you"re right."
He replied smoothly, but it seemed almost too easy. A pause ensued. Neither of you moved. It was a while before you realized that he wasn"t quite... finished.
"Boss isn"t here, though."
These were words you didn"t think you"d ever hear from his own mouth.
"Huh? Yeah, but... You..."
You could have sworn he was grinning under that mask of his, and the sharp laugh that fell from his lips was as close to seeing it as you could get. You were almost certain you were in for something—until you weren"t. He plopped back onto the couch with ease, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would gladly grab the slightest bit of mercy he would show you.
"Wasn"t trying to intimidate you, Miss Hunter," he waved it away. "Anyway, like I said. The boss isn"t back yet. So... Whatever business you have with him"s gotta wait."
"...Yeah." Your shoulders relaxed. Kieran would rarely ever do anything against Sylus" orders. This wasn"t one of those times. "Right. Of course. I"ll just, uh... I wanted to look through the books..."
You cleared your throat, and your gaze moved from the figure in front of you to the shelves that lined one side of the room. You, yourself, let out a contemplating hum.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kieran lift his head again.
It couldn"t hurt to ask.
"Kieran, could you—"
"Nope."
His answer made you blink.
When you turned to him, he had stopped fussing with the coin.
"You ask me every other week or so. Come on. You can learn to do it yourself too, right?"
"...But you"re right here."
"I"m sitting."
"You could—"
He shook his head, turning towards the shelves and away from you. It worked well to cut you off, and you had concluded to abandon your hope of convincing him—it was much more difficult with Kieran.
But he added, "Which one this time?"
Your eyes lit up, and you walked over to one of the shelves, pointedly raising a hand. "That one up there! Feel like I haven"t seen that anywhere in Linkon. You guys sure have a lot of—"
Your eyes widened.
His hands slotted themselves easily on your waist, but you had barely a second to process the heat of his body so close to you before he hoisted you in the air.
Your breath hitched. This was a first. You didn"t know Kieran to be the touchy one—that was Luke. Yet his grip on your waist was firm, nearly reminiscent of the way Sylus would hold you, and for a moment you couldn"t quite do anything but look back and stare at him.
He let out a scoff.
"Why"re you looking at me? I said I wouldn"t get it for you, but I didn"t say I wouldn"t help."
It took a while before you could turn away from him and back to the shelf, and you cleared your throat. "Um... A little to the left, then. I can"t reach it from here."
"...Seriously?"
He grumbled a complaint, yet did as you said, anyway. You reached a little further to grab the book, and—
Perhaps, seeing you struggle still made him shift to bring you closer to it, but the movement caught you off-guard enough to wobble slightly in his hold. His grip adjusted to keep you steady, the pads of his fingertips riding slightly up under your shirt, brushing against your skin. "Whoah, there," he clicked his tongue. "Easy, pretty. I"m sure you can handle heights just fine, so relax. It"s just a bookshelf."
The contact, combined with his casual use of a nickname you had never heard from him before, had you reeling. And though the book was then grasped safely in your hands, you couldn"t help but be hyperaware of the thrumming heartbeat in your chest as he slowly let you down.
"There we go. Not so hard, huh?"
You nearly jumped at the proximity of his voice. The coolness of his mask pressed against your cheek slightly; he could have well been whispering in your ear, his thumb having moved to rub gentle circles into your skin.
This was unnecessary.
You knew that it was.
And yet, something about it made you want to lean into it a little bit more.
His voice was so nice to listen to. His touches were so... gentle.
"Hm? What"s wrong, Miss Hunter?"
You could have sworn his voice dipped an octave lower when he spoke next, and subconsciously, you allowed yourself to fall back into his arms.
The quiet chuckle in your ears made your knees weak.
"You"re getting worked up over this? Huh? Funny... You never act like this when Luke touches you."
Your eyes closed.
He was mocking you.
"This... It"s just—Luke has never—Not even Sylus has—" You stumbled over your words, feeling your face heat up as one hand snaked over to your front to rest just below your navel.
"So what are you saying, Miss Hunter? Do you still want something of me? You have the book. I can let you go."
A choice.
He was giving you a choice.
You could feel him loosen his hold on you at the mere mention of Sylus, and you knew that he was aware he was treading on thin ice. Now, in this moment, the most logical option was clear to you. It was probably just as clear to him, too.
Yet—
Your words fell silent. Logic, as you knew it, didn"t seem to be at the forefront of your mind.
"Why so quiet?"
His voice became a whisper, and his hand dipped lower. With the other, he tilted your head back at him, and you could have sworn that he was smirking.
"Kieran..." you mumbled. "What are we... What are we doing?"
"What do you want to be doing?"
"...That"s..."
"I know what you want. But I"ll let you go if you don"t say it. On the other hand, if you do..."
Throw away all morality and compassion, and this place will become a paradise.
His words from before rung clear in your ears, and it was almost ironic to recall them in this moment. Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran... You should have known to expect that there was still a reason he stayed loyally at Sylus" side.
You closed your eyes.
"Touch me, please?"
Another low chuckle fell from his lips, and then he was quick—you were pressed up against the wall, palms flat against the concrete, the book in your hands falling to the floor with a little thud. His hands dipped underneath the waistband of your clothing—
"Don"t. Turn. Around."
His voice was more commanding than you"ve ever heard it, clearer-sounding than usual, and once his lips suckled on the exposed skin of your neck, you shivered with the realization that he"d taken off his mask.
"Kieran..."
His hand cupped your mound, a finger slowly sliding up your slit to gather your wetness.
"Mmm... So wet, angel."
Your eyes squeezed shut at the nickname, almost feeling as if none of this was even real.
Yet it was.
Kieran had you caged aginst the wall, his fingers rubbing slow, frustrating circles over your clit. He would slide his hand down to dip into your hole before moving back up, teasing, teasing, never quite giving you what he knew you craved. But he did it so... Well. He had the power to allow you to feel every second of pleasure he"d bestow upon you, that despite the teasing, despite the restrictions, despite the clothing he hadn"t bother to remove from you... It felt better than if you were doing it yourself.
"Five minutes, Miss Hunter," he whispered. You could feel one of his fingers prodding your entrance, and you sucked in a breath to hold. "So I"ll make this quick, and you have to cum. Got it?"
You barely nodded before his finger slid in, your face flushing at the wet sound of his intrusion. So warm, and long, and slender—you felt yourself clench around him, and he grinned, the laugh against the shell of your ear raising goosebumps all over your skin.
"K-Kiera—"
Your moan choked back when he curled his finger, and you knew that you were long gone. Faster. Quicker. He"d added a second finger to add to the sensations, pumping them in and out at a pace that had your legs trembling.
"Easy, easy."
He mumbled soft praises of encouragement into your ears, almost a stark contrast to the mockery and harshness you"d been exposed to just moments ago. It made your head spin—soft pads pressed up against that spongey spot in your walls with each thrust, and it truly didn"t take long for you to come undone.
You could have slid down the wall if Kieran wasn"t quick to hold you up, pulling his hands out of your panties to let you catch your breath.
His phone buzzed.
For a moment, a tense silence surrounded both of you.
"...Well, they"re back."
And that was it.
He sighed, leaning over to give you a soft kiss on the cheek, and then he let you go. He took a step back, leaving you to scramble for support against the wall. When you turned around again, Kieran was holding out your book—his mask was one again, and he pressed a finger to his lips.
"Shhh."
He leaned in slightly, and you could see in your head, just as well, the wink that he was giving you.
"Our little secret. Not a word about it to the boss."
It never felt as good without him after that.
Perhaps, he knew it too; perhaps, he felt it, too.
But even recalling that moment—recalling all the moments that followed soon after—often ended with your fingers between your legs, desperately trying to mimic those sensations, only to fall short.
So it was you, who would go to him often. You who would initiate, you who would ask—it was never the other way around. Kieran was adamant in acting nonchalant about it. There wasn"t a single moment that his mask would slip, in contrast to how you could barely keep up with how he carried carry himself. Because although his attitude towards you hadn"t changed in the slightest, it was still the little things that had caused the room you had for him in your heart to only expand.
It was more than just pleasure for you. It quickly became your excuse to spend time with him.
Despite a majority of your encounters being quick, sporadic—the times where you both would take your time pleasuring each other were different. Softer. They felt more real. From the way he would ensure your comfort, to the way he would always make sure to clean you up properly—you didn"t know what to think.
Because once the moment was done, you would go back to normal.
Friends.
Acquaintances.
It didn"t help that Kieran had rules for your arrangement: One, that you were never allowed to see his face; two, that neither of you would ever speak of it to anyone else; three, that you would be quiet if anyone else was home; four, that the line was drawn, he wouldn"t be inside you.
And, five, that you wouldn"t dare to fall in love.
Rules.
Limits.
He made it clear to the both of you—it wasn"t supposed to happen like this.
"I"m not one to be playing with the boss"s property like this." He admitted it to you one night, lying on your pillow. It was almost a silly thing to say; you wouldn"t have considered yourself to belong to Sylus, not when your relationship had been anything but strictly business.
But to Kieran, it meant something else.
You knew enough about him to conclude as such.
Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran...
Between him and his brother, he was always the one you"d seen closer to Sylus. There was never a question about it; his work came first. His duty came first. Rare were the moments he would ever put his loyalty anywhere but first priority.
"...You know, Miss Hunter, boss is really fond of you."
It made sense to you, then.
He"d broken just as many rules to be doing this with you. And his own rules, the limits he"d set, the boundary he"d built for the both of you—they were for him, just as much as they were for you. The reason this had all become a game, the reason he would never approach you of his own will, the reason he would only wait for you to ask him another favor, the reason he would torture himself for it—
"Don"t let me love you."
He"s never said it out loud, but he might as well have.
For to the both of you, this was only an illusion.
Reality was cruel.
Just as he was.
Because in this picture, it didn"t matter what you felt.
He would play with you to ruin you. And you would come back to him. He knew that.
He"s never truly stopped you.
"Kie- Kiera—nnmmf—!"
One hand pressed against your mouth, the other busy between your legs. In the tight space surrounding you, though your own hand was wrapped loosely around his cock, you could barely bring yourself to move. Your head was thrown against the wall, eyes rolling back into your head with pleasure.
"Gotta— be— quiet—" He grunted as his hips thrust into your hand, voice low and raspy as he chased his own pleasure. His fingers were unrelenting, driving you closer and closer to the edge in the way he knew exactly how to, and the movements of his hips seemed to match that pace eagerly.
The confines of the closet did nothing to hinder the state you were in, long gone and putty under the control he had over you.
It was dangerous.
You could hear the faint voices of Luke and Sylus conversing on the other end of the room, and this was the riskiest that the two of you had ever done with this arrangement.
You"d expected Kieran to stop.
You"d expected him to usher you out of the room, or to keep his distance from you until it was safe, but he didn"t.
Today seemed... different.
He rest his head on your shoulder, hot, panting breaths reverberating in his mask as he continued to rut into your hand.
His fingers curled, and the hand against your mouth tightened its hold—he knew the effect that he had on you. He always knew. Telltale signs of your knees giving out from beneath you, of your legs trembling... Your eyes prickes with tears as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of you, bringing you well past your high for the second time that day.
"Good. That"s a good girl," he breathed. His fingers pulled out of you with a wet schlick, but the hand on your mouth didn"t leave.
You shook your head, barely holding yourself upright—
"Move your hand, angel."
There was a certain desperation laced into his voice, hips stuttering against your hand. You barely had the energy to move, let alone the space. The closet was unforgiving.
And, yet...
"Please, Miss Hunter... Please..."
You had never heard him plead you like this before.
It was enough.
He struggled to keep his own grunts and moans in check as you gripped him tighter, pumping your hand up and down over his length. Now that you were focusing on it, you were able to feel every vein and ridge, the pad of your thumb gliding over his tip to spread down more of the precum that had been leaking. Hips undulating, the friction over his cock seemed to drive him insane—you felt his body weight fall against you, and the wall of the closet remained the only thing managing to hold both of you up.
There was something about this that gave you a rush of exhileration.
You heard footsteps, and the door, and silence, before—
A louder groan seemed to fall from his lips, and his hips stuttered, spilling over your hand. Thick, and warm, and sticky, your own breath fell out in pants as he pulled away from you and your eyes were drawn to the mess he"d just made.
"Kieran... We gotta—"
Your eyes widened.
He was quick to settle his clothing before promptly carrying you out, and you gasped.
"H-huh?! Hey, wait! Kie, we need to— the closet stil—mmf!"
"Later. Later. I"m not done with you. Just— shit. Just be quiet."
His hand was back on your mouth, barely minding the fact that your hand was gripping his clothing if only to steady yourself in his hold. You knew the steps he was taking, the carpet leading straight to your room. And suddenly, the plush of your bed felt welcome—
But this atmosphere was a lot thicker and heavier than you were used to.
You couldn"t help but crawl backwards until your head had bumped against the headboard, watching as Kieran"s figure loomed over you.
You could sense it.
He was fighting to keep himself under control.
He fisted your sheets,
"Shit. Fuck. It"s so hot."
Annoyed. He was annoyed.
You could only stare like a deer caught up in headlights, unsure of this atmosphere, unsure of what move he would make next.
And you should have expected it.
Immediately his hand whent to your eyes as you felt him shift to throw his mask elsewhere in the room, and then his lips were on yours.
You had kissed, a few times, here and there—but never like this.
You would doubt it, sometimes. What else could have been there behind all his kisses, what else he could have meant when he took your lips into his so gently, so lovingly, so... unlike him, in a sense, that you wished he meant something more.
It was more obvious this time.
His lips crashed against yours with a need to, and he was anything but gentle. Anything but composed.
It almost didn"t feel like him.
All tongue, and teeth, and desperate breaths of air—he would barely give you space to breathe before he was back on you, his other hand moving to hold your chin, deepening the kiss as much as he possibly could. He kissed you as if he couldn"t get enough. He kissed you as if he"d been deprived of it, all his life, that this was the culmination of the past several months of this game that you would play with yourselves.
"Kier—"
You couldn"t speak; he wouldn"t let you.
Your chest tightened with the overwhelming outpour of his passion, your legs tangling together enough for you to feel him press against you.
You couldn"t do this.
Not like this.
"Kieran!"
Every breath you"d take was only swallowed back into his lips, as if he wasn"t really listening to you.
"Kiera— Kieran!"
You felt him shake his head, his hips beginning to grind against yours.
"Kieran... Kie—Take off— Get your han—"
He spoke, this time.
"Can"t," he rasped. You could feel him panting against your lips, before he cupped your face and dived in once more. "Can"t."
This was stupid.
You couldn"t understand why he would put himself through so much, when he had obviously been keeping every little bit of his own feelings sealed behind whatever composure he carried himself.
"Don"t let me love you."
You could hear it in the way he kissed you, the way he moved against you, the way je almost seemed to have lost any control he had in his body and his only thought was to consume you.
"Don"t let me love you."
But it was too late.
You tugged at his hair, a feeble attempt at pushing him off of you—and when it didn"t work, you bit on his lip.
He was off of you in an instant, sitting up in the sheer shock of it all, his hands leaving yours to rub on his lips.
A mistake, perhaps.
A rule broken, perhaps.
His eyes met yours, and immediately, you sucked in a breath.
For all the times that you had seen him and his brother without the mask, this was the first time you"d seen him like... This.
Flushed cheeks, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving for the air he"d so gladly relinquised earlier just to keep himself attached to you.
His eyes were wide.
Yet he couldn"t seem to look away from you.
Slowly, you brought yourself back up on one of your elbows, your other hand reaching up to cup his cheek.
"Kieran..." you whispered, softly.
You didn"t say anything else as he gulped, didn"t say anything else as tears began to roll silently down his cheeks.
"Can"t..." he let out a slow, shaky breath. "I can"t... I can"t... Can"t—"
Your thumb moved to caress his cheek, wiping away his tears. With a gentle tug, you pulled him back down to you, and he didn"t resist.
His eyes never left yours.
"Touch me," you mumbled. The tips of your noses touched, and you gently nuzzeled against him, allowing yourself to lie back down on the bed.
"Take me."
You watched as he sucked in a breath.
And there was no going back. There never was any going back. It had been this way from the start; neither of you had cared enough to stop the dance that you"d began.
There was no going back.
Now that you"ve seen each other, now that you could take in the way his eyes could look so forlorn in love, for you; how his pretty features could transform into a need so blatantly displayed on his face like this...
There was no going back.
Not a word was shared between you any longer. And when he leaned forward, his lips melting back against yours was no longer overwhelming. Messy, lazy kisses were placed across your mouth, his hand moving back to rest upon your cheek as yours did his.
Soft. Careful. Gentle.
The kisses from him that you were used to, but now, able to look into his eyes like this, had your heart swelling with an emotion you simply couldn"t pinpoint. Your fingers moved to tangle in his hair. It brought him to a pause, leaving your lips, resting his forehead on yours.
And he whispered your name.
No pet names, no nicknames—
Your name.
Your name sounded so sweet on his lips, his voice cracking slightly with the intensity of which he would speak it.
And you smiled.
"Kieran."
It was slow, the way he leaned in next, the flutter of his eyelashes tickling your skin, before he pulled back.
Clothes discarded.
You wouldn"t have known where in the room he had tossed them to, when it only mattered that you could feel him. Warm, and soft... Heavy, and... Safe.
Skin to skin.
Finally.
You inhaled deeply as he dipped his head down to your neck, lips attaching to a particularly sensitive spot that he"d memorized, before he sucked. It drew a hiss from your lips, but that didn"t stop him—a trail of marks worked their way down from your neck to your collarbone, before he looked up again.
And his hips pressed against yours.
Your breath stuttered.
You could feel him pressing against your lower stomach, hard and warm, still a little sticky, and very well leaking wetness onto your skin. Just a little, little shift of movement—
Your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. His cock dipped between your folds, sliding against you with a tentative buck of his hips.
"Ah... Shit..."
The words fell not from your mouth, but his.
Hazy proved your vision as you opened your eyes once more to look at him.
His jaw was clenched. You could sense an inkling of self control sill dwindling in the back of his mind, a voice telling him not to.
You reached over to hold his hand.
"Kieran..." you pleaded, and the groan that left his lips as you moved against him sent shivers down your spine.
Inside. You wanted him inside you.
And so many rules were being broken, your arrangement having shattered into pieces the moment you laid your eyes on him—
But you couldn"t care less anymore.
You needed him.
"Kieran, please."
It was a flicker of doubt that you saw pass in his eyes that made you grasp his hand tighter.
"...Angel, I can"t—we can"t—"
You whimpered as he let go of your hand, only to press your hips down against the bed. You couldn"t fight against it; his grip was stronger than yours. Yet the feeling of his cock was heavy over your cunt. It was too close. It was almost there.
Your hips struggled against him, and he could only groan—it didn"t take long before it was he who started sliding against you, the friction having a mewl escape from your lips. You did everything in your power to get more of it—more of it. Your hips rolled with near pathetic desperation, and you could slowly feel him give in to your display of desire. His hand shifted, wrapping around his length, allowing himself to guide it through your folds—
"Shit... Fuck..."
His groans were like music to your ears.
You watched, panting, as his gaze moved downward—seemingly entranced at the way you were spread out for him, at the way you would force yourself to milk the friction of his tip against your slit... You could feel it nudge against your hole occasionally, but he wouldn"t let it slip inside you. Instead, he would deliberately guide it through, slipping back up to your clit, bringing it down—the process repeated.
As much as you wanted to fuck yourself onto him, he wouldn"t let you.
And you could barely take it.
"Kieran!" you cried out, still trying to lift your hips, trying to get more. "Please... please... Please, I"m so empty, just— Just a little, Kieran...!"
He hissed as he nudged once more over your hole—
And this time, he didn"t pull back.
You felt your pleas swallowed back, nearly choking you, as he pushed inside of you just a bit.
His eyes moved up to yours, teeth gritted.
"This? Like this, Miss Hunter?"
The nickname falling from his lips this time felt so undeniably wrong. Yet hearing it did nothing to quell your lust—if only to tighten it.
And he knew.
Of course he knew.
You saw the corner of his lips curl up into a slight smirk, as he pulled back ever so slightly before thrusting back in—drooling cockhead breaching your walls, giving you the slightest stimulation, stretching you the slightest bit.
"You like that, huh?" He leaned forward to croon into your ear, the deep rumble of his voice so close to you sending a jolt through your body. "Like how that feels, Miss Hunter? Taking the tip of my cock like that? S"that what you wanted?"
And he continued like that. Only fucking the fat tip of his cock into you again and again, just barely giving you what you wanted. All while he would watch you. Intently. His eyes would never leave yours, searching, taking in every ounce of your reavtions, knowing full well that you could finally do the same to him...
And then he pressed in deeper.
It was slow; you"d barely noticed it.
But having been so used to just the tip of him inside you, the feeling of being filled a little bit more had you gasping.
"...I"m sorry," he groaned.
And that was it.
It was then that his eyes shut, and he fell forward against you. Your cunt throbbed at the way he would retreat, followed by each and every thrust forward sinking him just a little deeper inside of you. He would pull out, and try again—deeper.
Deeper.
A little bit more.
Almost there.
And no amount of self control, no amount of self-restraint could have held him back any longer.
A mix between a cry and a moan left your lips as he pressed himself fully inside you, cock pulsing deep within your walls, hips pressed against yours as you took him wholly, fully, right down to the hilt.
Your eyes were wide.
Your chest heaved with the need to steady yourself, and you saw the flicker of conflict pass in his own gaze again once they landed back on you.
Shakily, you reached a hand back up to cup his cheek.
Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran.
Every move nearly always calculated, always weighing the pros and cons, always the more... responsible one.
But was different, today.
Today, he was yours. And you were his.
You nodded, caressing his cheek.
And it happened in an instant.
Lips crashed back into yours, mirroring that same hunger from earlier, cock driving in and out of you with a force that nearly had the bed rocking He was no longer careful. He had everything, he had all of you, and he made it clear with the way he fucked into you that he wasn"t about to let you go.
Your moans and cries were swallowed once more into his lips, but you didn"t dare push him away. You allowed his hands to roam over your body, allowed his hips to snap into you. You didn"t protest when he folded your legs back, allowing him to shove deeper, deeper, deeper into you, the sheer intensity of it all bringing tears to your eyes.
And when the kiss broke, he would pant against you, haphazardly wiping away at your tears, the sound of skin slapping against skin an echo in the room that mixed with your cries of pleasure.
He said it, then.
"I love you."
A shaky whisper.
He wouldn"t stop his thrusts, wouldn"t look away from you.
"I love you. Shit—I love you."
There was nothing he could do to stop it, then. Tears streamed down your face at the confession you"d waited so, so long to hear from him, a twisting in your heart accompanied that told you this was real.
You broke out into a sob, even as he leaned down to kiss it away, cries choked back into your throat as your arms qrapped around him tightly.
"I love you," you whimpered.
You felt him still inside you, groaning into your ear as his warmth filled you up.
"Kieran... Kieran... I love you."
He fell against you, your legs wrapping around his waist as his weight pressed you into the mattress. Your eyes closed, and you placed light kisses into his hair.
"Don"t hide from me," you murmured. "Not anymore."
And it wasn"t supposed to be like this.
It wasn"t as easy as just being like this.
You knew it.
He knew it.
You had always wondered how far the chains of loyalty and devotion could really take someone...
But now, with him so close to you, you figured it couldn"t matter so much anymore.
"Kieran?" you coaxed him up to look at you, reveling in the sight of his dazed eyes struggling to focus on yours.
You smiled, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Know that I choose you. And I always will."