Fuck. Aiden felt high. High off the feel of Thomas’s skin beneath his hands, the tang of his skin, the masculine scent of his shampoo. Aiden just wanted to drown in Thomas. He was already so fucking hard. There was no way Thomas could miss it. “No, something I’m going to rectify right now.”
“Here?” Thomas managed, glancing around the closet.
Aiden glanced around, then smiled, filthy fantasies suddenly filling his head. “Yeah. Why not? You can watch.”
Thomas’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip. “Watch what?”
Aiden bit Thomas’s shoulder, then dropped to his knees, his fingers catching in Thomas’s pajama bottoms on his way down, dragging them lower, then off. “This.”
He bit Thomas’s ass just hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Open your legs for me,” he coaxed, then tugged his hips back. He wished he could see what they looked like. How many times had he thought about this? Pictured it in his head? He spread him open, then gave a broad sweep of his tongue from his balls to his hole, smiling a bit when Thomas’s knees gave out.
“Fuck,” Thomas muttered.
“Oh, I’ll get there,” Aiden promised, then buried his face in the heart of him, spearing his tongue against his entrance, then licking over it once more. Thomas tasted like soap, and Aiden’s cock was already leaking, tenting his sweatpants. Thomas’s hands grasped at Aiden blindly, like he just needed something to hold onto.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Thomas muttered, pushing back on Aiden’s tongue like it just wasn’t enough.
Aiden curled his hands around Thomas’s hips, dragging him back until it felt like he might suffocate. He didn’t care. If this was how he died, it was totally worth it. Thomas’s blunt nails dug at his shoulders as he moaned and swore under his breath whenever Aiden did something he liked.
When Aiden finally relinquished his hold on him, it was only to wrap a hand around Thomas’s aching cock, stroking him slow enough to have him cursing his name. Aiden sat back, massaging a finger against Thomas’s hole before pushing inside to the second knuckle. Aiden groaned. Thomas was so hot and tight. He wanted to bury himself in that heat immediately.
“Christ,” Thomas muttered, pressing himself back on Aiden’s finger. “Enough. Just fuck me already.”
“You’re so fucking tight. This is why it was over so quickly last time,” Aiden said accusingly.
“Are you seriously complaining right now?” Thomas asked. “Lube’s in the top drawer of the bathroom. Are you going to get it or am I?”
Aiden slapped Thomas’s ass, then stood. “Always so bossy,” he muttered.
It took two tries before he found the right drawer, but when he returned, Thomas was facing him. That was fine with Aiden. He captured his mouth in a kiss, finding Thomas’s tongue and sucking it into his mouth as he pushed slick fingers into his crease, teasing only a moment before forcing them inside, relishing Thomas’s surprised grunt.
“What’s wrong?” Aiden murmured against his lips. “You were the one in such a hurry.”
Thomas bit Aiden’s lip hard, then sucked it. “Smartass.”
Aiden wanted to take his time, had planned to open him up slowly, fuck him lazily, but Thomas was refusing to play ball. He was shoving at Aiden’s sweatpants, using the lube to slick his hard cock. That alone was almost enough to have Aiden coming.
Fuck it. If this was how Thomas wanted it, why was he fighting it? They had plenty of time to take it slow. Aiden wasn’t letting Thomas go. Not ever. Never again. He picked him up, setting him on the low lip of the dresser. Thomas braced his hands against the top. It was the perfect angle.
He crashed their mouths together as he slid home, both of them moaning. Christ, he felt so good. So hot and tight and perfect. Had anything in the world ever felt as fucking good as this? Aiden didn’t think so. He caught Thomas’s knees over his elbows, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back home.
Thomas threw his head back, gripping the edge of the dresser for dear life as Aiden gave into his instincts, driving into him again and again. “Touch yourself,” Aiden begged.
Thomas looked at him, gaze hazy, lips parted, then took himself in hand, stroking himself in time with Aiden’s thrusts. Aiden stared, riveted, watching his hand move, addicted to the breathless gasps and the low moans. It was perfect. Thomas was perfect. This was everything Aiden had wanted last time.
He squeezed his eyes shut, certain if he kept watching he’d finish before Thomas. But that was worse. With his eyes closed, all he could do was focus on the perfect squeeze of Thomas’s body around his cock. And he was already so fucking close. He was reaching the point of no return, where his body wasn’t going to let him slow down and wouldn’t let him do anything but let him chase his own pleasure.
“Fuck,” Thomas muttered, then cried out, his nails once more digging into Aiden’s skin, his upper arms this time. Would it leave marks? Aiden fucking hoped so. He’d let Thomas maul him like a goddamn tiger and wear the scars proudly.
He opened his eyes just in time to watch Thomas spill over his hand, his expression shocky and blissed out. That was it. Aiden gripped him harder, his eyes finding the image of them in the mirror on the far wall. The picture they made was more than enough to finally push him over the edge.
He watched their reflection in the mirror, watching himself fuck Thomas, every thrust forcing another grunt from him until Aiden couldn’t hold back anymore, finally emptying himself inside, waves of pleasure literally throwing his whole brain offline.
He didn’t pull free, just clutched at Thomas, trying to drag breath into his lungs, praying he didn’t have a sudden change of heart and kick him out. “I’m sleeping with you tonight,” he said, making sure he knew it wasn’t a request.
Aiden’s stomach dropped when Thomas said nothing, but then lips brushed his forehead. “I know.”
“I’m sleeping with you every night from now on,” Aiden said, his body forcing him to slide free of Thomas’s.
