Love is Blindness (2 page)

“Thank you for inviting me in,” Lucien said quietly.

“There’s no sofa or anything. Lots of cushions on the floor. Books all along the walls. How can I make it easier for you?”

Lucien pulled Kieran around and lowered his head, bringing their mouths together.

Oh.

Kieran opened his mouth, tongue lapping gently at Lucien’s lips. Lucien hummed, mouth opening for him. Hot. Wet. Sweet. Hungry. Lucien tasted good, and it made him press closer. Another sweet hum sounded, Lucien’s lips wrapping around his tongue, sucking. His hips started rocking in time with the suction, rubbing against Lucien’s surprisingly firm form.

Lucien’s hands slid down his back, settling on his ass. They were hot, even through his jeans.

“Mmm…” He pushed back into the touch, the material rasping on Lucien’s palms.

Lucien’s tongue slid into his mouth, moving over his teeth. Kieran nipped playfully, careful not to hurt or bite. Lucien moaned, hips pushing a large, hot bulge against him. He repeated the tease, enjoying Lucien’s passion. Lucien moaned for him again, lips curling back, teeth scrapping at his lips. The sensation tingled, exciting, and he shivered, stepping closer.

Lucien moved his hands over Kieran, slowly making their way to the bottom of his sweater, tugging it up. Kieran’s arms went up, letting Lucien pull the shirt free; their lips parted only long enough to be rid of the shirt. Lucien’s fingertips explored, seeing him. Fuck, it was… Kieran pushed into the touches, skin rejoicing at the sensations.

“You’re warm,” Lucien murmured. “Skin’s so soft.”

“Is it?” Kieran leaned in, licking Lucien’s throat, working the buttons of the silk shirt open. Lucien groaned, head going back and exposing his slender neck. “Beautiful.” Kieran whispered the word against Lucien’s skin. “So beautiful”

“You like what you see?” Lucien asked. “I like what I feel.”

“I do. You’re stunning. Have…have you always been blind?” Do you know how beautiful you are?

“For more than three quarters of my life.” Lucien’s long fingers were moving again over Kieran’s skin.

“Well, you’re a beautiful man. You steal my breath.” Lucien must have been a child… Kieran licked and nuzzled, fingers sliding around Lucien’s belly.

“Thank you, Kieran.” Lucien’s hands slid to his belt, tugging a little. “Could we sit? Or lie down?”

“Sure. Follow me.” He took four or five steps back to the biggest, softest of the futon mats littering the floor. “Here. Come down.”

Lucien dropped down gracefully, hands finding him again.

Pushing into the touches, Kieran let their bodies slide together. “Are you a dancer?”

“I’ve danced some.”

“You’re the most graceful man I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.” Lucien found Kieran’s belt buckle, slowly undoing it. Sucking in his stomach, Kieran gave Lucien’s hands room to work. “You have a lovely belly.” Lucien’s fingertips caressed him. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“Mmm… No. No, I never found something I would wear forever.” He arched and moaned, toes curling. “One day, I will.”

“I do, right here.” Lucien traced something around his own navel.

“Oh? What is it?” Kieran shivered. “God, your hands…”

“A cat climbing my belly. It is to warn people that I’m a danger,” Lucien said, hands still working on his stomach.

“Are you a danger, Lucien?” Kieran slid one hand through Lucien’s long, black hair, smiling.

Lucien nuzzled into his touch. “I am, Kieran.”

“Should I be frightened?” Because he wasn’t. Not even a bit.

“No. I’m dangerous, not scary.” Lucien nosed just above his face, as if scenting him.

“Do I smell good to you?” He tongued Lucien’s jaw, loving the flavor.

“Yes, Kieran. You do.”

“I’m glad.” Nuzzling, Kieran slid his lips in a long, lazy motion.

Lucien purred, licking his teeth, fingers sliding up to tease Kieran’s nipples. Kieran moaned, moving in slow undulations, cock hard as stone.

“You’re a very sensual man, Kieran. I like that.” Lucien’s fingers returned to Kieran’s jeans, popping the top button open.

“What else do you like, Lucien?” Lips finding Lucien’s ear, Kieran traced the outside lightly.

“Biting.” Lucien nibbled at his shoulder.

His skin tingled. “Do you leave marks?”

“If you like.” Gentle teeth grazed his collarbone.

“Mmm… Tingles.” He was having so much fun.

“You want more?” Lucien asked, slowly undoing Kieran’s zipper.

“Hmm? Yes, please.” Of course Kieran wanted more. He hadn’t invited Lucien here just to snuggle.

“Excellent. So do I.” Mouth moving to Kieran’s neck, Lucien slid the pants down. His teeth scraped harder now, up and down, making Kieran’s skin supersensitive.

Kieran shuddered, eyes rolling, throat working hard. His fingers were tangled in Lucien’s hair, caught in the silk of it.

“Undress me, Kieran.” Lucien stroked his cock.

“Sorry. You distracted me.” Kieran blushed and grinned a little. “You’re very seductive.” Embarrassed, he started working at Lucien’s clothes. He wasn’t a selfish lover, he wasn’t. He’d just gotten…distracted.

Lucien’s teeth were on his neck again. “You’re forgiven, Kieran.”

“Oh, good.” He slid his hands down to work Lucien’s pants open. “I’d hate to screw things up so soon.”

“You aren’t screwing anything up, Kieran.” Lucien slipped out of his pants.

Kieran reached out, tracing the dark tattoo in awe. “You’re stunning.”

Lucien’s belly rippled, the black cat moving on the pale skin. Leaning closer, Kieran licked the shape and breathed in the scent of male and want and need.

“Yes…” Lucien dropped back onto the futon, one hand on Kieran’s ass, pulling him in, the other sliding around, holding his head still for that wicked mouth at his neck. Stretching, Kieran moaned at the sensation of their skin sliding together. Lucien’s cock was hard, full, hot, pressing against his, moving like fire on his skin.

“You… You’re a flame.” Kieran curled his hand around Lucien’s ass, holding them tight together.

“Yes. Are you a moth, Kieran?”

“I hadn’t thought so.”

“No? I can feel your heart beating like wings against my lips.”

“Such a poet.” Shaking, he gasped and gripped Lucien.

Lucien moved against him, touches burning like flames against skin. The scraping was back, making his skin tingle in the wake of Lucien’s teeth. It made him ache; it made him gasp and twist; it made his cock weep.

“Yes,” Lucien muttered, teeth biting sharply, nearly breaking the skin.

“Careful…” Diseases and shit. You had to be careful.

But oh, God, the man was hot.

“Don’t worry, Kieran, I know what I’m doing.” Sliding them together, Lucien moved Kieran’s ass and the other hand continued to hold his head. He bit into Kieran’s neck again, hard and sharp, the pain bright.

“Fuck!” Kieran’s head slammed back against the pillows, hands going to push against Lucien’s shoulders.

Lucien purred, or maybe growled, the sound vibrating along Kieran’s neck, radiating from the bite. Hot lips stayed glued onto him, Lucien sucking from the bite. Kieran shook his head, pushing harder, heart pounding wildly. As much as he struggled to get away, though, his cock seemed fine just rubbing; he was still hard.

Fingers wrapping around his prick, Lucien tugged in time with the sucks to Kieran’s neck.

A low noise pushed from Kieran’s throat and his heels dug into the mattress. “Not being safe…”

“Let it go,” Lucien whispered, mouth returning to Kieran’s neck again as soon as the words were spoken.

“Sweet fuck.” Kieran bucked up, hips moving furiously as need slid down his spine.

“Come for me, Kieran, let me taste your pleasure.”

Eyes rolling along with his hips, Kieran came hard and his seed sprayed between them. Lucien sucked hard on his neck, more heat splashing between them.

Lucien licked at the wound on his neck, tongue hot, sliding. It made Kieran shiver, made his cock jerk, and he purposefully didn’t think about what he’d just done. Man, weed had never made him so stupid with a man before.

Heavy against him, Lucien nuzzled and licked, touch sliding along his skin. “I know you now, Kieran.”

Kieran frowned, distracted by the touches. “Hmm?”

“I know you from the inside out.” Lucien’s cock hardened against him, lean hips sliding them together.

Damn, that was an amazing recovery period.

Kieran stretched, moaning low. “You’re something else.”

“One of a kind.” Long fingers explored, sliding over Kieran. One leg lifting to slide up against Lucien’s, Kieran felt his own prick trying to fill. “You’re beautiful. Your skin is smooth and warm, the shape of you calls my fingers.”

“Flatterer.” The bite at Kieran’s throat throbbed, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

“Truth, Kieran. My fingers don’t lie to me.”

He blushed, unaccountably flushed and pleased. Christ. He was a grown man, a man who’d fucked a dozen lovers in the last year, and here he was, getting seduced.

Lucien’s nostril flared again. “I love the smell of you when you blush.”

“I… You can tell?” His breath hitched and he grew hotter.

“I can. Oh, delicious, Kieran. You tempt me so.”

“You’re the temptation, so seductive.” Trying to get himself on equal ground, he reached out and started touching.

That prompted more purrs, Lucien pushing gracefully into his touches. “Such gentle fingers.”

Beginning to relax, to feel more in control, Kieran smiled.

“Do you like my snake?” Lucien teased.

Chuckling, Kieran trailed his fingers around the dark shape inked into Lucien’s upper arm. “Yes. Quite…slinky.”

“That’s a nice word, Kieran. Slinky. Mmm…” Lucien’s fingers slid over his belly and his muscles jumped, twitching under the soft touch. “Mmm…you like that, Kieran. What else do you like?”

“I like touching, like fucking in the shower. Like slow morning sex.”

Lucien groaned. “Should I ask instead what don’t you like?”

Chuckling, Kieran thought about it. “I don’t like having my balls squeezed and my feet are ticklish, not erogenous.”

“Stay away from the feet, got it.” Lucien nuzzled his neck, nose stroking where the bite mark was. “Will you let me ‘see’ them at least, once so I know?”

“Of course. Yes, please.” The bite mark throbbed, aching.

“Will you let me touch you all over, Kieran? Let me discover what I already know in my blood?”

He nodded, then caught himself. “Yes. Surely. How would you like me?”

 “Let’s start with your back.”

Kieran stretched, then turned, offering Lucien his back and ass, cock snuggled into the sheets. Lucien’s fingers were long and warm, sliding up his arm to his head. His hair was pushed out off his shoulders, Lucien’s touch a little firmer as it traced his skull.

“That feels delicious.” Shivering, he moaned softly.

“Mmm, touching should.”

Lucien traced his neck and then the top of his shoulders, followed by his arms all the way down to his hands. Relaxing, Kieran briefly twined their fingers together; letting Lucien see him was incredibly intimate, erotic.

Kissing the backs of his knuckles, Lucien trailed his fingers back up, before starting the journey down again, along Kieran’s back. Sometimes butterfly-soft, sometimes with far more pressure, Lucien touched him. His spine was traced, revisited again and again, his shoulder blades tested, the small of his back had Lucien’s fingertips dragged across it.

Kieran’s toes curled at the touches to his lower back, his ass clenching and thighs parting a little as he blushed. Damned hot spot. Moaning, Lucien kept his fingers right there, trying different touches—hard, soft, scraping, pressing, lips kissing him there as well.

“Lucien…” Hips starting to shift, Kieran slid his cock on the sheets.

Lucien’s lips curved against his skin, the long fingered hands exploring his ass now, moving with him.

“I… You’re learning things about me lovers I had for months missed.”

“When you’re blind, you see things others don’t.”

“What do you see in me?”

“You’re a sensual one. Your erogenous zone is your skin, which can be enjoyed like a fine wine, played like a master’s instrument.” Lucien nipped at his ass. “You like to be touched gently, roughly, bitten, licked, fingernails used. Variety makes you hard.”

“I…” Kieran jerked. “You sound very sure.” He was going to die of advanced seduction. Lucien was such a beautiful, wicked man.

“I can smell how much you want me, Kieran. I can feel the way you move beneath my touch. I am sure.” Suddenly falling against him, Lucien’s hair slid over his back.

“Oh…” Kieran closed his eyes, knees drawing up beneath him. It was cool, slick, soft.

“You see? I’m right.” Lucien’s hair slid along his skin as those fingers continued exploring, cupping his ass before each finger slid along his crease.

“You’re very seductive.” Hips pressing back towards the touch, he spread his thighs.

“Isn’t that why you brought me here?” Lucien asked, hair trailing over the small of Kieran’s back and down off his buttocks as a wicked tongue teased his hole.

“I… Lucien!” Never. He’d never. It wasn’t safe and God it felt hot, good.

Lucien groaned, sending vibrations up through Kieran’s ass and into him. Then the teasing tongue pressed in.

“Lucien!” Voice ringing out, Kieran shifted forward, his eyes open wide. “You can’t—”

“Why not?” Words rich and heavy, Lucien’s chuckle was husky and then Kieran was being licked inside again.

“Sweet fuck. I… Safe sex. I’ve never. Fuck, it’s good.” Head spinning, he felt so stoned, like he was flying.

“Dangerous but safe, Kieran,” Lucien murmured. “That’s me.” His tongue kept working Kieran’s ass, making him wet, making him shake.

“I…” Sensation poured over him in a wave and he dropped his head into his hands.

Tracing the muscles, sliding over his skin as that hot tongue kept him flying, Lucien’s hands slid down his thighs. Kieran spread them, hips rocking, body begging obscenely and he was pleased for a heartbeat that Lucien couldn’t see it.

Fingers slid down over his calves, a harder touch that dug in until Lucien’s hands landed on his heels. The touches there weren’t firm, but not so gentle that they tickled, Lucien “looking” at all of him, even his toes. And still Lucien tongue-fucked him, the hums making him vibrate.