Page 33 of Cloverleaf Station

Kieron rolled his eyes. “Why, because it put me on the bottom? Like I couldn’t have killed either of them at any time.” Whoops, not the thing to bring up with the guy you were trying to talk into having sex with you. “I mean …”

“I think you meant exactly what you said.” Elenus arched an eyebrow. “And okay, I definitely don’t want to be killed tonight, so that makes me think we ought to come down on the ‘movie and cuddle’ side of things. Blowjobs are great, too, I’d never knock ’em. Fingering is amazing. Toys are the best—shit, I didn’t bring any of mine with me, I left in too much of a hurry, but maybe we could have Catalina fabricate some—”

“Absolutely not!” Kieron couldn’t have been more horrified if Elenus had asked to invite Deysan into bed with them. “You don’t avoid having the sex-and-baby talk with your child by asking her to fabricate sex toys. Fuck no, we’re not doing that.”

Elenus nodded. “That’s a very fair point. Okay, then, what about you fucking me?”

“Me fucking … you.” Kieron looked the lean, very long man over for a second. “Where the hell would I even put your legs?”

“Over your shoulders, around your waist, spread beneath you on the bed, or on the floor, for starters,” Elenus replied with a smirk. “There are so many places to put them. I know some positions are hard for short people like you to handle, but really, you don’t have to be as glorious as me to show me a good—”

The pillow Kieron threw hit him squarely in the face. When it fell, Elenus was laughing. After a second, Kieron joined him.

“Look, we’ll work it out,” Elenus promised. “We’ll go slow, all right? Make sure it’s all good, but I know I would really love to be fucked by you, so if you’re into that, I’m game.”

Kieron looked this tall, handsome, ridiculous man over one last time. “Yeah, I think I’m into that.”

***

Sex didn’t have to be good. Kieron knew that. He wanted it to be, though. He wasn’t bold enough to shoot for “great,” but he was pretty sure he could do better than outright “bad.” Elenus had already told him the grand scope of what he wanted. Now Kieron needed to suss out the details, to find the heart within the body of their mutual desire. He could try a dozen, a hundred things out, go slower than the atomic decay rate of uranium, or …

Or he could just ask for guidance. Elenus fucking loved to talk, so it stood to reason he loved to talk about fucking. And once Kieron had made it clear that he was into getting guidance, he wouldn’t shut up.

“Tighter with your hand,” Elenus said, sounding almost normal except for the little hitch of breath at the end of it when Kieron anticipated his direction. “Fuck, like that, that’s perfect. Feels so good.”

Elenus was laid out on Kieron’s bed, head on the pillow, knees bent—if he didn’t bend them, his feet would hang well over the bottom edge. Kieron knelt between those thin, knobby knees, bracketed by legs long enough to wrap him up two times over. He was naked, but he wasn’t concerned with his own body right now. He was watching Elenus—specifically his cock, which was as long and lean as the rest of his body. He stroked him from the tip all the way down to the base, the trip smoothed by lubricant and precum, especially once he began brushing his thumb over the head on every upstroke.

“That’s—yeah, and the thing with your other hand, when you—fuck yes!” Elenus shut his eyes, the muscles in his stomach going taut as Kieron stroked the smooth stretch of skin between the base of his testicles and his anus.

“Harder here?” he asked, pressing in against where he figured Elenus’s prostate was from the outside. He knew where it was on himself, but everything was longer on his lover’s body, and the rote motions Kieron was used to performing for himself couldn’t be replicated for Elenus. Not exactly. Yet another reason why guidance was so welcome.

“Mmm, a little farther forward … yeah, there, mmmmm.” His voice trailed off on a moan. “You need to get your hand inside me, like, now.”

“Why don’t we start with a finger and see how it goes?” Kieron asked as he slicked his hand with more lubricant.

“Your hands aren’t that big,” Elenus assured him. “I’ve had bigger. I could take it—I like it, I really like it.”

“I’d like to try it,” Kieron said, circling Elenus’s hole with the pad of his middle finger before sliding it inside of him. The glide was smooth, easy—there was barely any resistance. Elenus laughed when he saw Kieron’s surprised face.

“What, you think I haven’t been practicing a lot on my own lately? It’s stress relief,” he emphasized, “which I needed because I was plenty stressed, and that always makes me horny, and—fuck you, son of a—fuck!”

“You did just tell me where to find it,” Kieron said as he stroked his fingertip over the bump of Elenus’s prostate. His strokes along his lover’s cock suddenly became a lot smoother—he was leaking so much it was almost like he’d come already.

“So you could play with it, not send me over the edge before you’re even inside of me!” Elenus complained even as he lifted his hips off the bed a little to chase the sensation. “Oh, fuck, can I—another finger, I’m ready, I’m fine.”

Kieron added another finger as he kissed the inside of Elenus’s right knee. “You are,” he murmured, closing his own eyes for a moment as he focused on the sensations that threatened to swamp him. Smooth heat, wetness, tightness, the pulse of Elenus’s blood through his body—a pulse Kieron could read in three separate places now that his lips were on his lover’s skin as well.

He was so vital; he made Kieron feel more alive, just being next to him like this. It was as though he’d forgotten he could feel this much. “I want to be in you,” he said.

“Mmm, you are,” Elenus replied with a cheeky smile on his face. Kieron gave him two more fingers in retribution, and he moaned. “Be more in me, c’mon, I’m ready, and I want it, fuck me.”

Kieron could draw it out a bit more, but … why bother? When Elenus said it was what he wanted, and Kieron’s own body felt a need and urgency that he hadn’t experienced in … he couldn’t even remember. He released Elenus, who sighed with something that sounded like relief but was probably disappointment, then slicked himself up and slid Elenus’s legs over his shoulders.

Hmm. His legs were so long this didn’t do a thing to lift his body up.

“We could—whoa!” Kieron hauled Elenus’s ass up into his lap instead, one hand holding him in place as he used the other for support while he leaned forward. He pushed in, slow and steady, thicker than all four of his fingers and just the right length to nudge against Elenus’s prostate at the peak of his thrust.

“Oh … god …” Elenus’s eyes were hazy, his face almost as flushed as his cock. “That’s … really, um, good.”