Keegan let out a soft, breathy sigh, the amusement in his dark eyes melting away into something infinitely tender.
He reached up, cupping Ashton’s burning cheek with a warm, calloused palm, forcing Ashton to meet his gaze.
“We can’t just take turns, Ash,” Keegan murmured, his voice dropping into a low, steady rumble that instantly quieted the frantic buzzing in Ashton’s head.
“Not for the first time.
Not when I’ve spent years wanting to worship every single inch of you.”
Ashton’s breath caught.
He looked away, his jaw tightening as a fresh wave of insecurity and raw, terrifying vulnerability rushed to the surface.
“It’s not about that…
it’s just…
it’s a lot, Keegs.
I’ve never…”
“Hey.
Look at me,” Keegan interrupted gently, his thumb brushing soothingly over Ashton’s cheekbone.
“Look at me, Ashton.”
Reluctantly, Ashton forced his dark eyes back up to meet Keegan’s unyielding, completely devoted stare.
“I want to take care of you,” Keegan whispered, his voice thick with an emotion so heavy it made the air in the room feel dense.
“I want to make you feel so good you forget every single doubt you’ve ever had.
I know you’re scared—hell, I’m terrified too.
But you have to trust me.
Please, Ash…
just trust me.”
Ashton’s chest heaved.
The defensive walls he was trying to build was beginning to crumble piece by piece under the sheer weight of Keegan’s sincerity.
Slowly, the tension left Ashton’s shoulders.
A quiet, shaky breath slipped past his lips as he gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
“Okay,” Ashton whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
“Just…
don’t be an asshole about it, Sterling.”
A triumphant, breathless laugh escaped Keegan’s throat.
“I could never.”
Before Ashton could overthink it another second, Keegan leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, reverent kiss that melted away every last shred of anxiety.
As their mouths moved together, Keegan’s hands slid gently back down, smoothing over Ashton’s hips and coaxing him backward until Ashton was lying flat against the mattress once again, completely open and entirely surrendered to him.
Keegan gently eased Ashton’s thighs apart, positioning himself comfortably between them.
His dark eyes tracked downward, taking in the full, unmasked view of Ashton’s flushed skin, his trembling muscles, and the undeniable vulnerability of being laid completely open beneath him.
Ashton immediately felt the heavy, scorching weight of Keegan’s gaze.
A burning flush rushed up his neck, turning his cheeks a deep, brilliant crimson.
He squeezed his eyes shut and stubbornly turned his head away toward the edge of the mattress, his voice a humiliated, breathless groan.
“Ah, fuck…
this is so embarrassing, Sterling.
Stop staring at me like that.”
A soft, fond chuckle vibrated in Keegan’s chest.
He leaned forward, pressing a warm, lingering kiss against the sensitive skin of Ashton’s inner thigh, making him hitch his breath.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ash,” Keegan murmured against his skin, his voice thick with a dark, intoxicating promise.
“Trust me…
soon you’ll be screaming for me not to stop.”
Before Ashton could come up with a sarcastic retort, Keegan shifted back up, assessing the immediate situation with a practical, albeit slightly dazed, expression.
“Well,” Keegan muttered, a crooked, self-aware smirk touching his lips.
“Since I obviously didn’t plan for this and don’t have any lube with me…
I’m going to have to use my saliva.”
“Wait, what—?”
Keegan didn’t give him a chance to argue.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, coating them thoroughly before shifting lower.
He parted Ashton gently, positioning himself right at the tight, trembling entrance of Ashton’s core.
As the first touch of wet warmth brushed against his sensitive skin, Ashton let out a sharp, involuntary gasp.
His entire body locked up, and he instinctively tried to jerk his hips away, his hands flying down to grab at Keegan’s forearms.
“F— fuck, Keegs, wait—” Ashton choked out, his chest heaving as a wave of intense, overwhelming sensation crashed over him.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Keegan soothed instantly, his large hand wrapping firmly around Ashton’s hip to keep him anchored in place.
He pressed a gentle kiss to Ashton’s knee, keeping his voice low and steady.
“Relax, Ash.
I’m not even in yet.
Just breathe for me.”
Ashton squeezed his eyes shut again, his knuckles turning white as he fought every instinct to pull away, forcing his lungs to draw in a shaky, uneven breath.
Sensing the tension in Ashton’s muscles, Keegan moved with agonizing slowness.
He pressed a single, slick finger against the tight ring of muscle, waiting patiently until he felt Ashton’s body shudder and give a microscopic, yielding twitch.
Slowly, carefully, Keegan pushed inside.
A wrecked, high-pitched gasp tore from Ashton’s throat, his back arching off the mattress as a completely foreign, intense pressure flooded his system.
“Fuuuck…” Ashton sobbed, his fingers digging frantically into the sheets beneath him.
“You’re doing so good, Ash,” Keegan praised breathlessly, watching every micro-expression on Ashton’s flushed face.
Once Ashton had adjusted to the first, Keegan didn’t waste any time introducing a second finger, curling them inside and beginning a slow, deliberate scissoring motion.
The wet, sliding sounds filled the quiet bedroom, mingling with Ashton’s heavy, ragged pants.
Keegan’s eyes darkened as he felt the tight heat wrapping around his fingers, stretching and accommodating him with a surprising, responsive ease.
A low, breathless laugh of disbelief slipped past Keegan’s lips.
“Damn…” Keegan murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with awe and pure heat.
“Wow…
I didn’t expect you’d get loose this easily, Montgomery.
Look at you…
taking me like a natural.”
“Shut up…” Ashton whimpered, though he couldn’t find the energy to defend his pride, his head thrashing against the pillow as Keegan began to hook his fingers upward, hitting a spot deep inside that sent a violent, electric shock straight down Ashton’s spine.
“Ah—fuck, Keegan—!” Ashton cried out, his hips twitching forward, chasing the friction as the initial shock melted into a dizzying, overwhelming ache of pure pleasure.
Keegan didn’t give him much time to adjust to the rolling ache before he changed his rhythm.
With a low, encouraging hum, he hooked his fingers deeper, bending them upward as he began to thrust in and out with a faster, more urgent pace.
The wet, sliding friction intensified instantly, filling the quiet bedroom with a sound that made Ashton’s head spin.
“Ah—wait, Keegs—stop, stop for a second,”
Ashton stammered, his hands sliding down to grip tightly around Keegan’s wrists.
His breath hitched sharply, his brow furrowing in a dazed mix of pleasure and sheer disorientation.
“It’s…
it’s feeling weird.
Like, really weird, Aahhh Fuckk—”
“Shh, I know,” Keegan murmured, his dark eyes locked onto Ashton’s flushed, overwhelmed face as he refused to slow down.
“You’re just feeling everything all at once.
Let me take care of you, Ash.”
Instead of pulling back, Keegan angled his hand slightly, pressing the pads of his fingers firmly upward against the sensitive wall inside.
As the movement brushed across a specific, hidden cluster of nerves, Ashton’s entire body violently flinched.
A sharp, breathless cry was choked right off his tongue, his back snapping off the mattress so hard he looked like he was trying to sit up.
Every single muscle in his long legs locked tight, his toes curling hard against the sheets as a blinding, electric shockwave ripped straight through his lower stomach.
“F— fuck!” Ashton shrieked, his fingers flying up to grab handfuls of Keegan’s dark hair as a wild, trembling shudder racked his frame.
“Keegan—what was that?
A triumphant, dark smile broke across Keegan’s face as he watched Ashton completely unravel beneath him.
He had found it.
“Found it, didn’t I?” Keegan rasped, his voice dropping into a thick, wicked purr of satisfaction as he curled his fingers against the spot again, driving a high, shattered moan straight out of Ashton’s throat.
Keegan slowly slid his fingers out, letting out a low, satisfied hiss as Ashton’s body collapsed back against the mattress with a boneless, shuddering sigh.
Keegan shifted back, sitting up on his heels as he looked down at Ashton.
He was completely undone—chest heaving, skin slicked with a fine layer of sweat, his dark hair plastered to his flushed forehead, and his glazed hazel eyes blinking up in a dazed, overstimulated haze.
Ashton stared at him for a second, trying to catch his breath, before his eyebrows knitted together in a sudden, indignant frown.
He blinked hard, his gaze dropping down past Keegan’s waist.
“Wait…
hang on,” Ashton mumbled, his voice thick and raspy.
He pointed a shaky, accusing finger straight at Keegan’s lap.
“I just noticed…
you haven’t even taken your trousers off.
Why am I the only one who’s completely naked here?!”
A rich, rumbling laugh shook Keegan’s broad chest.
“Well,” Keegan murmured, a wicked, unapologetic smirk curving his lips as he rested his hands on his own thighs.
“I was a little distracted by how incredible you were taking my hand.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Ashton scoffed, though the heat in his voice was completely undermined by the way his chest rose and fell.
Keegan didn’t waste any more time.
Moving with deliberate, unhurried confidence, he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of both his pants and boxers, and shoved them down in one smooth motion, kicking them off the edge of the bed.
He knelt fully exposed right between Ashton’s open thighs, a massive, imposing presence under the dim light.
Keegan reached down, wrapping his hand firmly around his own thick, rigid dick.
He gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, holding his heavy, hooded gaze fixed entirely on Ashton’s face.
Ashton’s eyes drifted downward, following the movement—and instantly his eyes flew wide open.
His jaw dropped so fast it practically hit his chest, the color completely draining from his face before rushing right back in a violent, scorching red.
“Kee—” Ashton choked out, his voice pitching up an octave in pure, unadulterated panic as he scrambled backward on the bed.
“What—what the hell is that?!”
Keegan just kept stroking himself, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat.
“What does it look like, Ash?”
“No, no, no, wait!” Ashton stammered, his hands flying up in front of him as if trying to ward off a freight train.
“I was touching you earlier through your trousers!
It—it didn’t feel that big!”
“You were a little preoccupied, in case you forgot,” Keegan pointed out smoothly, his thumb sweeping over the weeping tip.
“There is no fucking way that thing is going to fit inside me!” Ashton shrieked, his hazel eyes blown out with sudden, frantic terror.
He reached out, shoving weakly against Keegan’s solid chest.
“Are you insane?!
And how the hell am I only noticing it now?!
We’ve showered together in the locker rooms a thousand times, Sterling!”
“You never looked down, Montgomery,” Keegan purred, leaning forward and closing the distance between them.
Before Ashton could launch into another panicked, sputtering rant, Keegan reached across the nightstand.
His fingers brushed against a small foil packet—the exact box of condoms Ashton was supposed to be using with Chloe but now was going to be used by Keegan.
Keegan picked it up, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth in one swift motion before rolling the latex smoothly over himself.
“Keegs, wait, I’m serious—!” Ashton started, his hands grabbing frantically at Keegan’s shoulders as he realized the reality of what was happening.
“We need—we need lube, or a prayer, or—Aahhh!”
Keegan didn’t give him another second to talk himself out of it.
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