Love Is Always Write Volume 4

felt like the right thing to do.
    Infinite minutes later, Kekoa chuckled, breaking their kiss. "How can you be so soft and so hard at the same time?" He moved his hand to caress the burning hardness covered by Darien's pants.
    Still dizzy, Darien was surprised when his snarky reflexes fired up. "It can get harder in tighter places."
    "Is that so?" Kekoa's cobalt flames bored into him. "Tempting offer."
    The white-haired man's breath caressed Darien's mouth, and a shiver ran through his whole body, aggravating him.
    "You're just a monumental tease," Darien spat out. "I'm sure if I took off all my clothes, right here right now, you would leave me hard and hanging." He pushed Kekoa away and straightened himself, dusting nonexistent specks from his clothes, a scowl firmly in place.
    "At risk of sounding ridiculous, I must tell you I want more than your body."
    "Pfft, yeah, you do," Darien blurted, his hands like talons gripping the rail in a lame attempt to keep them off Kekoa.
    "I do what, pretty one?" Kekoa looked believably clueless.
    "Sound like a ridiculous poser. You don't need to promise love to get into my pants; I'm willing."
    "That I see." Kekoa looked him up and down, zeroing in on his bulging crotch.
    Darien's hands flew to the snaps of his pants, ready to let it all out.
    Kekoa stopped him with an iron clasp on his left wrist. "Not right here, not right now. You're just upset because your crew departed. I don't want your first to be a hate fuck. As much as I enjoy it rough, that's not the way I envision it with you."
    "So it has to be on your terms, when you choose?" Darien growled, seriously wanting to maul Kekoa.
    "You can also choose the moment, but when you arrive at the appropriate mindset." Kekoa released his grip and held one of Darien's hands quietly, trying to intertwine their fingers.
    "My mind doesn't need to be there," Darien snatched his hand away abruptly. Their fingers laced like that felt too good to let it happen. He just wanted to become a man, not to find a lover.
    "What you're lacking is food." Kekoa nodded toward the living area. "Come on. Let's eat something."
    Darien managed to growl and blow a raspberry at the same time, nicely finishing by sticking out his tongue. Once his erection subsided, his grumpy stomach took the reins of his body. He didn't have any other option than to follow Kekoa's perky ass toward the wafting aromas of their breakfast. This removed his imploding head from all the things he wanted in his mouth that were not necessarily food.
    But those will give me nourishment nonetheless.
    CHAPTER 6
    For some reason I am not able to calculate, he wants me to feel something for him before he takes me. I don't want to feel anything. I've seen what relationships do to people. My parents were not happy. That's why Ben is a whore and I am an effing virgin. Even sappy Frederick and Jacques, I'm pretty sure all that honeyed façade is a monumental ruse, a candy-coated sham. I don't believe in Love.
    But Darien couldn't deny how good it felt to discover the day in Kekoa's arms, the way those tender yet demanding kisses awakened every pore of his body. How perfectly their symmetries aligned when they spooned. Already ten days, and twenty of the one hundred starships guarding his heart had succumbed to that effing, older-than-dirt, purple byotch guardian of the planet Kekoa. At this rate, before the end of these ominous sixty days, Darien would be pliant and complacent, thinking of pink nebulas and Kardashian sunsets.
    Alone in their bedroom— Did he just think of this place as theirs? Jamming asteroids. —learning Kekoa's language thanks to a linguistic helmet, Darien got distracted by the entrance of the head android coming to pick up their used garments. If they didn't all look exactly the same, he would have thought they were actual men. Beautiful naked men.
    Whoever designed these androids paid too much attention to detail regarding round buttocks and perfect torsos, with wide shoulders and defined muscles. However, this architect crudely shattered the illusion by depriving these technological jewels of a potent cock. They seemed like little boys' action figures with their smooth, convex crotches, most likely to prevent their owners from using them as sexual toys.
    Someone who didn't need external tools for sex was Kekoa. Darien had caught a video conference with two nice-looking, white-haired guys truly disappointed because Kekoa was not going to be able to let them visit to