Luck of the Irish by Cindy Sutherland Page B

abs. Cian followed it with his fingers, wondering idly if it went all the way down.
“Yeah, love, you are.”
    Quinn ducked his head, but Cian sat up and lifted Quinn’s face with his fingers so he could look him in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with being beautiful, Quinn. It doesn’t make you less of a man, and part of what makes it true is what’s on the inside.” He held Quinn’s head still by cupping his cheek while he slid his other hand down to rest on Quinn’s hip.
    “I don’t know how I ever looked at you in the pub that day and missed it. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your honesty and goodness just shine out of you.” He leaned in and kissed Quinn, trying to convey his feelings that way because he was worried his words were failing.
“Of course, the outside is nice too.”
     
Quinn smiled shyly at the words and snaked his arms around Cian’s neck, pressing himself against the other man.
     
Cian nuzzled into Quinn’s neck. “Damn, you smell good.”
    His hands never stopped moving, and when they tentatively slipped down over Quinn’s boxers to caress the perfect globes of his ass, Quinn ground down instinctively against Cian, causing him to groan again.
    “God, Cian, love you touching me! Feels so good. Please.” He pushed back against Cian’s hands, and Cian couldn’t help himself. Unable to resist the tender skin, he slid his hands back up only to move them down again, this time under the thin cotton of Quinn’s boxers.
He gripped Quinn’s ass and heard Quinn’s breath hitch when he slid his fingers through his crease.
    Quinn pulled back, and Cian thought maybe he had gone too far, but Quinn just caught his eye and reluctantly slid off Cian’s lap to remove his boxers completely. He stood there, smiling shyly before crawling back up, and whined when his cock rubbed against Cian’s stomach.
    He threaded both hands in Cian’s hair and kissed him like his life depended on it, and at that exact second, it might have. Quinn kissed him like he needed Cian to touch him or he’d die.
    Cian felt very much the same way. He grabbed Quinn’s hips and flipped them both again so Quinn was below him, spread out on the dark-blue sheets. Cian couldn’t help but stare. “Beautiful.” He couldn’t stop the word falling from his lips again, but this time Quinn smiled like maybe he believed him.
Quinn reached for Cian’s sleep pants, pushed them down as far as he could, and used his feet to get them off the rest of the way. It was Quinn’s turn to look.
    Cian was holding himself over Quinn, making the muscles in his arms and chest stand out, and Quinn had to touch everywhere he could reach. He ran his hands up Cian’s arms and then down his chest, then mapped his abs with gentle fingers before slipping down to curl his hand around Cian’s cock and stroke softly, watching his face the whole time.
    Cian was having a hard time holding himself up, the touch of Quinn’s hands making him feel weak. When Quinn spread his legs a little wider and then brought his ankles up to hook behind Cian’s thighs, trying to pull him closer, Cian didn’t even think about resisting.
    He settled down, sliding his arms under Quinn’s pliant body to curl around his shoulders, their bodies touching all the way down and the first heavenly slide of cock against cock sending showers of sparks through both their bodies.
Quinn threw his head back, and Cian couldn’t help but kiss and suck on his neck, leaving red marks that would bruise later. “God, you taste so good.”
    Cian pulled Quinn’s hands off him and pushed them up over his head, sliding their hot, sweat-slicked bodies together. They slotted together perfectly, cocks rubbing against each other, both men so lost in pleasure they weren’t even kissing anymore, just looking into each other’s eyes, sharing the same breath.
“Cian… oh God… please….” Quinn looked desperate for release, the feeling of being restrained adding to the