CHAPTER 79: PLAYTIME MAGIC WAND

Chapter Seventy Nine

**OLIVER WEST**

I was on Kieran’s bed!!!

And he was looming above me. My breath was entirely constricted when he yanked my jeans further down. And his hand formed a glove around me again. I bit my lip, fighting back a moan.

My eyes shut close, wanting to hide from Kieran’s too penetrating stare. The pleasure was intensifying and I clenched my teeth on my lip even harder.

"You like this Ollie?" Kieran’s whisper was hot in my ears as his fingers scratched the base of my penis.

A bit of blood was protruding from my lip now because I could taste metal, my eyes tightened even more when I felt Kieran’s lip clenched around my earlobe.

"Moan for me, you know you want to,"

My hips buckled and I felt more precum ooze from my cock. My breath was coming out faster now. My chest was rising and falling rapidly.

His slick fingers travelled up and down my length, nearly sending me over to the edge, but I didn’t moan. And just as I felt the first wave starting to form, Kieran paused mid-stroke.

"Oops. No cheat code, moan for me first,"

My eyes snapped open to meet his grey ones.

Why must he make this cruelly embarrassing for me? "Bastard," I cursed under my breath. If he doesn’t continue what he started...!

"You are so fucking adorable like this." Kieran chuckled and then he leaned down, "Let’s play your game Ollie, I’ll make you moan, let’s see how much longer until you break" His words spoken so lowly should feel like a threat, but I felt my body tensing in excitement.

A game

??

He sure as hell was going to lose, because my mouth belongs to me, and there was no fucking way I’d let any embarrassing sound escape!!!

Kieran’s mouth fell against my neck, and I felt his tongue hot and wet, just before his wet tongue slowly trailed to my ear. And then, he sucks.

A muffled breath escaped before I could stop it.

He totally wasn’t being fair!

My ears had always been very ticklish and right now, as Kieran’s teeth grazed the lobe of one, I could barely think—only feel, my body arching up into him as his fingers wrapped more firmly around my cock in very firm strokes.

I gasped before I could stop myself, my hips jerking on instinct—God, his touch was electric.

He shifted his position so that our hips were almost touching, and then, his gaze met mine

I barely had time to process the sound of him undoing his own belt before the heat of something pressed against mine.

My throat made a strangled sound. He was throbbing against my arousal.

"K-Kieran," His name trembled out of me. Now it wasn’t just his fingers stroking me. The difference was impossible to ignore—his was thicker, heavier, already wet at the tip as he dragged his fingers up both our lengths.

"Look."His grip tightened, forcing me to watch his hand work us together.

I whimpered, my cock twitching against his as slick heat built between us. Every slow stroke sent sparks through me, my thighs trembling. I was moaning loudly now, something I swore never to do. But at this moment, watching Kieran’s precum making my own penis wetter, I didn’t care what I sounded like. Or that Kieran had won, or the fact that he might tease me later.

The pressure pushing through my groin was too much.

"Kieran, I think I’m going to..." My breath caught when Kieran grabbed my hand, enclosing my fingers on both our dicks, so that we were both stroking ourselves.

His velvet smoothness against my hand felt both wrong. Right. Strange but almost familiar.

His own breath came out in a harsh pant as he began to thrust into my fingers and rub more aggressively on my cock. My eyes rolled backwards, and my toes began to curl.

"Kieran I..."

"Keep saying my name like that, if you want to cum, then moan my name louder, baby"

My ears brightened at the nickname, but it was too late.

"Fuck—K-Kieran—" The words shattered as pleasure coiled tight in my gut, then burst—I came with a choked cry, my release spilling over our fingers. But Kieran didn’t stop.

His strokes turned rougher, faster, until his hips jerked against mine and his cum painted my abdomen where he had ridden my shirt up.

I was still in the aftermath of my own release when his lips crashed into mine again, claiming, hungry. "All mine. I knew you would be this perfect."

As the pleasure faded, so did my brain cells begin to slowly regain function. I stared at the stickiness on my stomach and the white slimy stain around my fingers.

The post-nut clarity was hitting harder than ever.

Kieran fell on the bed to lie down beside me, but not before I caught his smirk. I turned my flushed face away, hiding against the sheets. Now, I wish I had teleportation powers. I wanted to delete myself from his room!

"Cute," Kieran murmured, dragging a finger lazily through the mess cooling on my stomach and I flinched.

I realised how badly I needed to wash up. I sat up like a puppet on a string, my gaze roaming his dresser nearby for any tissue, there was none.

"What are you looking for?"

My neck snapped towards Kieran and only an inch of space prevented our faces from colliding. Didn’t he know that I was intentionally avoiding him?

God, this was too shammmmmeeeful?

Since we just jerked off together, should there be a difference in how I speak to him?

"Your tissue and...mmmph!" I yelped as Kieran’s wet fingers pressed against my lips.

I spluttered in disgust the second the weird taste hit my tongue.

"Gross! Fuck—" I swatted at Kieran’s wrist, but the bastard just laughed, catching my chin and stealing another filthy kiss, forcing me to share the bitter salt between us.

"Not gross," Kieran growled against my mouth. "You taste perfect "

I shuddered, torn between protest, dismay and the way Kieran’s thumb stroked his jaw—gentle now, possessive still.

Can one survive without a tongue? Was it possible to get a mouth transplant?!!! Because I need a new oral cavity!!! And maybe a new hand as well, because... YUCK!

Without another word, I pushed myself from the bed and raced into Kieran’s bathroom.

Don’t think!!

Just clean!

Don’t think!!!!

At this moment, I wished I could turn off my brain, I was just starting to get rid of my clothes when the bathroom door pushed open.

Shit.

I hadn’t locked it.

Well, it was his room, but I didn’t think he would come in.

"What do you want?" I held my shirt in front of me protectively as my eyes narrowed at Kieran.

"I thought you were behaving. . . weird, Ollie, are you okay?" Kieran took a step inside.

I was the weird one??

"Then, how should I behave? This might mean nothing to you, after all, you are quite experienced, but for me..." I paused, would I only be embarrassing myself further?

It might be a simple jerk off for him. But for me, I had never masturbated on my own, not to mention doing it with someone else!

Sure, I read erotic comics sometimes, but when it came down to actually doing it? I’ve never brought myself to a completion because I always ended up feeling guilty and embarrassed halfway.

Kieran had moved closer, and when I blinked again, he was in front of me.

"For you... What’s it like for you?"