Thomas’s blood rushed from his head to his dick so fast it made him dizzy. He’d barely been able to resist Aiden just existing in a room, but now that he was no longer bound by Thomas’s rules, he was lethal. “Nobody who mattered.”
Aiden looked at him hungrily. “Good.”
“Good?” Thomas asked, amused.
“Mm,” Aiden said, pitching forward to slowly lick from his chin to his lips. “I don’t want anybody to matter but me. Not when it comes to this body anyway.”
Thomas ran his hands up under Aiden’s ass, dragging him against him until they both groaned, a finger playing at his entrance. “And what about your body?”
“What about it?” Aiden teased, sliding his tongue into Thomas’s mouth, retreating just as quickly.
“Who does it belong to?” Thomas asked, gripping the back of Aiden’s head with his other hand and dragging him back in to plunder his mouth thoroughly.
“Like you don’t know?” Aiden said, pulling away to continue his exploration, biting at Thomas’s chin, his earlobe, whatever skin he seemed to find enticing enough to risk the taste of soap.
“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”
“It’s yours,” Aiden said, rolling his hips again, sending jolts of electricity along Thomas’s spine. “It’s always been yours.”
“If you keep talking like that, we’re never going to get anything done for the rest of our lives,” Thomas said, pushing a finger inside.
Aiden sank back on it, lids going half-mast. “I’m good with that. Noah can take over and you can just live out the rest of your days as my sex slave.”
“I think I’m a little past my prime,” Thomas said.
Aiden looked down at Thomas’s cock, gripping it in a tight squeeze and stroking him in a way that made him groan. “I don’t know. It’s been working just fine so far.”
Fuck, this felt good. Not just Aiden’s hands or his body, but the lack of tension between them. The ease of it all. It felt surreal. Never had Thomas allowed himself to imagine a time when this could be his reality. Where Aiden was his—fully his—without having to push him away.
Aiden gripped his face hard. “Hey, where’d you go? Don’t do that thing where you start thinking too much.”
Thomas shook his head. Aiden knew him so well. “Yeah, okay.”
“Let’s go to bed,” Aiden said, giving him another hungry kiss, before hastily rinsing the soap from Thomas’s chest.
He didn’t argue. When Aiden exited the tub, he followed. They didn’t even towel off, just fell onto the mattress still wet. Thomas rolled Aiden beneath him, coming up on his forearms to look down at him.
Thomas wanted to say something, something big and profound, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Aiden smiled, lifting just enough to capture his mouth in a kiss. “I know,” he said.
Thomas nodded, hoping it was true. But he didn’t want to have any big conversations right now, conversations that were probably long overdue. So, he distracted himself, dipping his head to lick over Aiden’s nipple, tugging it with his teeth until he hissed, bucking up against him.
Thomas smiled, giving the other nipple the same treatment, before sliding lower between Aiden’s legs, burying his face in the crease of his leg, inhaling deeply. Was it weird how much he fucking craved that scent? He sucked at Aiden’s balls before running his tongue over the underside of his heavy cock.
Aiden was breathing heavily. He tangled his fingers in Thomas’s hair, trying to drag his mouth where he wanted it, but Thomas ignored him until he growled in frustration. Only then did he swallow him down, sucking him from root to tip, teasing at the crown, before making his way down once more.
“Christ,” Aiden muttered, writhing beneath him like he was trying to stop himself from fucking up into his mouth.
Thomas took him deeper, letting him cut off his air supply as he swallowed around him. Who needed air? Thomas would gladly go without just to hear Aiden panting his name.
Thomas pulled off as something hit his arm. The lube. Aiden certainly hadn’t gained any subtlety. Thomas laughed, slicking up two fingers, positioning them at Aiden’s entrance, taking him back in his mouth as he worked his fingers inside.
Aiden’s hands once more found Thomas’s hair and twisted. But he wouldn’t be swayed. He sucked him slowly, worked his fingers in and out slowly, finding that spot inside Aiden that made him fucking whimper—actually whimper.
God, that sound was addictive.
“Enough, Tommy,” Aiden said, tugging at Thomas’s hair hard enough to make his point. “Fuck me already.”
Thomas sat up on his knees between Aiden’s legs, using the lube to slick himself, swiping some over Aiden’s hole. Thomas knew, the minute he slid inside, he was going to lack the patience to go slow.
