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spread a little. Afraid that Kieran wouldn’t let him do what he wanted to do next, he attempted to distract him with a kiss as he shifted his stance lower, just as he slid his hand under Kieran’s thigh and hiked it up against his hip.
    He kissed him deep as he took that first good rub. He didn’t know if Kieran wanted it; he didn’t know if Kieran would be embarrassed to be the one against the wall with his thighs pressed apart. He didn’t know if it made Kieran feel like a girl to have him rubbing his groin between his open legs and against Kieran’s erection, but it made him feel like he never had before.
    He felt completely and utterly male . He felt alpha. And for those first few inexperienced rubs, Kieran was his, like he belonged to him, like Drew owned him and Kieran was his for fucking. He’d take the time to feel embarrassed by such caveman thoughts later, because right then, Kieran was gripping his shoulders, trying to move against him.
    Feeling reassured that Kieran was okay with what he was doing, he slid his free hand down Kieran’s other side. They broke the kiss for a millisecond, their eyes meeting.
    Kieran’s lips were open, plump and glistening. He just nodded quickly. Drew didn’t hesitate; he shifted and then lifted Kieran by the backs of his thighs, making him gasp as he pushed him up to equal height against the wall. The feeling of being between Kieran’s thighs, of those legs being spread for him and wrapped around his waist, was sublime.
    “I fucking love this,” he growled as he began to dry hump against Kieran. “Oh my God.”
Kieran grunted and then pulled Drew close for a kiss that was as messy as it was desperate. Drew’s arms began to shake despite using mostly his own weight to press Kieran against the wall. Unable to keep on kissing Kieran when his groin was tightening as it was, he broke the kiss, pressed his brow to Kieran’s as he ground against him, and then moved his mouth against Kieran’s neck.
Kieran gasped and clutched at his shoulders, and Drew’s hands tightened their grip on Kieran’s thighs as a result. Drew mouthed Kieran’s neck, his breath coming hot and fast against warm skin as his hips began to lose rhythm.
He barely registered Kieran’s hands trying to squeeze between them, pressing at his chest, and his breathless voice trying to get his attention.
“Wait, stop— stop or I’m gonna come!”
    “Then come.” He growled, trying to crane his neck forward to kiss him, but Kieran’s hands were pressing him back again.
“What, just… just come in my fucking pants?” He gasped, managing a shaky smile. “I have to walk home in these pants.”
    Drew groaned as if in pain and crowded Kieran flat against the wall again. “I don’t care.” His breath caught on a particularly good rub, and he moaned, enjoying Kieran’s hands against his chest. “ Fuck , please! Please ?” he begged, so desperate to finish, but needing Kieran to let him.
    Kieran’s cheeks were flushed, and there wasn’t one thing that didn’t scream that he was as desperate to come as Drew was, but he could tell Kieran was enjoying making him wait. There was a certain level of power there, and though it might drive him insane, he had to give those few seconds of control to him. Finally, Kieran nodded ever so slightly.
    With a groan of relief, he shifted Kieran higher against the wall with shaking arms. He touched his brow to Kieran’s, enjoying the tight grip in his hair from Kieran’s fist when their eyes locked, and he began the slow grind once more.
    There was something utterly heady about watching Kieran’s expression as Drew rubbed his throbbing groin between his spread legs. It made him feel in control and in charge; it made what they were doing feel wicked. It made Kieran look kind of… slutty .
    He groaned. Just that word in his head, with Kieran in the position he was in, was enough to begin the irrevocable slide that was gearing up to be the best orgasm of his life.