Kirk must have realized that, because he straightened, looking at him tenderly. “I’ll slow down,” he murmured, getting an emphatic shake of Tony’s head in reply. “You’re a glutton for punishment,” he said, chuckling as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Tony’s cock. Slowly, he kissed his way down to it, only to stop, glancing up at Tony, one eyebrow arched in question, saying “Condoms?”
Dazed with desire, that didn’t compute for a second. Then Tony got it and reached out to open the nightstand drawer. He found one, handing it to Kirk.
Kirk sheathed him, then took Tony’s cock into his mouth. The heat, the sucking, Kirk’s tongue stroking his cock, was almost more than Tony could bear. Never in his life had anyone caused such fiery need in him. Still…“I want to touch, to feel, to…to know you the way you know me,” he whispered.