(R18)
Lucan seems frozen for a second before snapping back to reality.
"No, it's okay, you are sick. I was being really inconsiderate," he says, voice thick with guilt. "Besides, it's not just about sex. I really want to mark you. And yes... I want to make love to you. Really bad. But only when you are rea..."
Only when I'm ready?
I'll never be ready.
The thought slams into Kyle so hard he acts without thinking. He leans in, grabbing Lucan's face, silencing him the only way he knows, by pressing his lips against Lucan's.
Lucan stiffens for just a breath of a second, like he's been struck by lightning, before he growls low in his throat and kisses him back.
His lips crash against Kyle's.
Heat floods through Kyle, his body reacting before his mind can catch up. He feels the urgency, the pressure, the weight of Lucan's touch.
Lucan's lips demand, claiming him in a way Kyle can't deny. Each breath comes faster, deeper, a fire building inside him.
Lucan presses closer, and Kyle can feel every inch of him, as if the world around them fades away, leaving only the heat and the craving.
Kyle's heart races.
Panic claws up his spine because he knows, if Lucan touches him too deeply, if his hands explore too much, he'll discover the truth Kyle has buried under layers of lies.
So before Lucan's hands can roam further, Kyle pulls away.
He stares back at the hungry alpha. His fingers tremble as he moves them, slow and almost torturous, from Lucan's neck down his chest.
It trails down, over Lucan's taut stomach, every ripple of muscle tense beneath his touch, until finally... he wraps his hand around Lucan's cock.
It barely fits in his palm.
Lucan's breath catches audibly. His whole body jerks, muscles locking, a harsh groan tearing from his chest.
Kyle can feel the way Lucan's body trembles under his fingers, the way his cock throbs painfully in his hand, hot and heavy and unbearably hard.
"I want to," Kyle answers, voice raw, his own desire thick in the air between them. "But if you don't want me to, then it's fine," he adds quickly, almost as if begging Lucan to stop him before he loses himself completely.
Lucan's eyes are dark, wild, almost pained. "It's fine," he rasps. "Do whatever you want to with me..."
And that's all it takes.
Kyle doesn't think. His body moves without permission, driven by the storm of emotions tearing him apart inside.
He lowers his mouth to Lucan's chest, pressing trembling lips against the hot skin. His kisses are messy, uncoordinated, desperate, because he doesn't know what he's doing, he just feels.
Lucan's hand fists the sheets beneath him, a strangled sound breaking from his throat as Kyle trails kisses down his body. Every brush of Kyle's lips leaves Lucan shuddering, raw nerves exposed.
Kyle kisses lower, down Lucan's ribs, his stomach. The muscles twitch under each touch like he's torturing him, dragging out every ounce of restraint Lucan has left.
When Kyle finally reaches Lucan's cock, he hesitates. He's never done this. He doesn't even know how. But desire and a bone-deep need to give Lucan something, anything, drives him forward.
He presses a shaky kiss to the tip, tasting the salty pre-come already leaking out. Lucan chokes out a harsh, broken sound, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"Kyler," Lucan breathes, voice wrecked.
Kyle wraps his lips around him, awkward at first, unsure, but Lucan's groans guide him.
He takes more of him, feeling the thick weight fill his mouth, stretch his jaw.
His hand wraps around the base, working him with clumsy, desperate strokes while his mouth sucks and licks.
Lucan's hand tangles in the sheets, muscles straining, like he's holding back from grabbing Kyle, from thrusting into the heat of his mouth.
"You're..." Lucan grits out, voice almost a growl, "You're gonna make me..."
Kyle doesn't stop. His hands, his mouth, his whole body is lost to the need burning through him.
Lucan's body tightens. A low, guttural moan escapes him pure, primal, Kyle moves away when he feels Lucan almost coming.
He strokes him with his hand until all the cum is out.
Lucan's heart pounds against Kyle's cheek, a wild, broken rhythm that doesn't slow. His breath is still ragged, chest heaving.
His cock becomes flaccid.
But after just a minute, his cock stirs again, pressing hot and thick against Kyle's stomach, throbbing with need.
Kyle feels it. He feels everything. The heat, the desperation, the helpless hunger rolling off Lucan's body like waves. The first release was not enough. Nowhere near.
Kyle chuckles, making Lucan's face burn in embarrassment.
Lucan shifts under him, restless, tortured, pressing his forehead to Kyle's shoulder.
His whole body shudders with restraint, with the ache that refuses to die down. His hand slides down Kyle's back, fingertips trembling, but he doesn't go lower.
He just clutches him like an anchor, grounding himself against the urge tearing him apart.
Kyle's own hands move before he can stop them. He pushes Lucan back gently, guiding him to lie flat again.
Lucan obeys without a word, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, his body glistening faintly with sweat.
Vulnerable.
His muscles twitch under Kyle's gaze, like even the air against his skin is too much.
Kyle trails his fingers over Lucan's chest, feeling the way his skin jumps under the lightest touch.
Down his abdomen, tracing every line, every dip, until he wraps his hand around Lucan's cock once more.
Lucan groans low, deep from his chest, a sound that vibrates through Kyle's bones.
He leans down again, dragging his lips over Lucan's sensitive skin. Every kiss leaves Lucan gasping, his hands fisting the sheets again, his body taut like a bowstring ready to snap.
Kyle mouths at his stomach, his hipbones, then moves lower, kissing the heavy weight of Lucan's balls, earning a sharp, desperate intake of breath.
Lucan's thighs quiver. His whole body bucks uncontrollably when Kyle's tongue flicks out, teasing him, wetting him, marking him in the only way he can.
Kyle takes him into his mouth again, slower, deeper this time, sinking until he feels Lucan trembling violently under him.
Lucan's moans now are raw, half-choked, helpless. His body rocks gently, hips moving in shallow, desperate thrusts he can't stop. Every muscle in him shakes, straining against the need to thrust harder, to take more, but he holds back like he's terrified of hurting Kyle.
He comes again with a strangled groan, hands flying to grip the sheets so hard Kyle hears fabric tear.
Even then, Lucan doesn't soften much. His chest rises and falls in ragged bursts. His eyes are glazed, feverish, but his body thrums with insatiable need.
He reaches blindly for Kyle, his hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him up. His lips find Kyle's jaw, desperate kisses smeared against his skin like he can't bear the distance even for a second.
His cock, still flushed and angry red, presses against Kyle's stomach, twitching.
He wants more.
Kyle feels it, how badly, how deeply.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it myself now," Lucan murmurs, his hand gripping his member.
Kyle watches with eager anticipation, unable to hide his desire to see Lucan pleasure himself, especially knowing that Lucan is doing this because he can't have him.
But as Lucan strokes it, the frustration is all too visible on his face, because no matter what he does, he feels nothing. The only thing his body craves is Kyle's touch.
His body is yearning for Kyle's touch, Kyle's soft, warm hand, his lips, his tongue.
Frustration swells in Lucan. He needs it so badly, but he won't make "Kyler" do more than what *she* already has, no matter how much he craves it.