Chapter 1:Me and Kieran

And what exactly do you tell the guy who has just asked you that annoying burning question: Are you sure? What am I supposed to say to that? I want him, that's obvious enough, but there must be fear in my eyes or he wouldn't have asked at all. He'd have just done it. Kieran's outline is familiar above me, his long hair plaited back, long loose strands still falling around us, like spider silk on my hot skin. His touch is cool, he is dark against my skin, his soft black fur velvet. His breathing is slow and heavy, mine is quick and gasping and rough. My heart is hammering in my chest and I'm nervous. He's knows it's my first time.

Blue eyes are intense with lust as he leans in, his short rounded muzzle nuzzling against my neck and his tongue paints the hollow above my collarbone. He kisses a path up my neck and whispers in my ear, his voice as soft as the falls of his padded feet when he walks.

"Are you sure?" Everything he doesn't say is obvious, the inference that if I want to stop he won't mind. After all, it's not like we haven't been like this before, both hot and horny, all gasping, my pupils blown and with a raging hard on. But every time I stop him from fully undressing me, every time. I don't know why exactly but I know he finds it hard, frustrating, damaging on the ego. I know he thinks about me when he's jacking off.

This time it's different, the sound of his voice almost makes me lose control. I said that I wanted to, I said those words. I want you to fuck me. Crude phrase sounding strange in my usually soft voice as his growl grates in want. His tail switches from side to side, flicking like a whip. His hold on me is strange, strong fingers, corded muscle all over him, tension like steel in his arms as he holds me, one hand on my hip, the other on the front of my trousers. He's shaking, forcing himself to hold back, even though I can see his erection, alarmingly big, lurking in the dark shadows of his groin. He kisses me, hot and hard and hungry, his flexible tongue overpowering mine, delving into my mouth. I offer myself up to him, all my secrets his. The knowledge that I love him is no stranger to either of us.

"Are you sure?" He's asking me for the third time, and I know that twist in his voice, a kind of resigned impatience, his thinks I'm going to push him away, again. I'm scared, but not of the creature above me, my Kieran, half man half cat and none of either. Purely himself. His ears are flat back against his skull, the blue sheen of his hair and fur highlighting his muscles, the shape of his abs, the tension in him.

"Yes!" I can barely get the word out, my throat is closed, my oxygen starved body shaking, "Yes! I want it. I want you. Kieran..." He kisses me again, and his hands move on the front of my jeans, undoing the buckle and the fly, drawing them off my hips. He's still shaking, trying not to scare me, trying to be gentle, although I know that it's not his nature to be.

He pulls me completely from my clothes and looks at me, this pale skinned boy spread out on his bed. I'm hard as I can ever remember being. The sensations are new and strange as he lowers himself over me. His fur on my thighs, the sweep of his tail, the end winding around my left knee, almost ticklish. His erection rests against my hip, right next to my own, a point of shared passion and heat. His kisses me and I kiss him back, ignoring the threat of his sharp fangs, wanting to devour him and have him devour me at the same time. He kisses my chest and strokes my hair with one hand.

On his knees he lifts my shaking legs up over his shoulders, sliding a pillow beneath my hips. I can see the strain in every movement, the shuddering of his chest. His fingers are wet and cold when they come into contact with my skin. I swear I'm on fire, but I wasn't paying enough attention and the shock of the cold makes me flinch. He smoothes his hand against my entrance and then I hear his hands slicking his own cock. His breathing is ragged. My breathing has almost stopped. I feel him nudge me and freeze. He leans in his face close to mine, one hand on my leg, the other caressing the side of my jaw.