He dragged Aiden down the mattress until he was where he wanted him, watching as he pressed inside Aiden’s body. Thomas could have come just from that alone. It should be illegal for anything to feel as good as sliding into him felt. It was better than any drug.
When he was all the way inside, he pulled free, then slammed home again. Fuck, he took it so well. He caught Aiden’s knees over his elbows, leaning forward, practically bending him in half so he could kiss him as he drove into him. Aiden’s hands found his ass, spurring him on, like he needed even more.
“Oh, fuck.”
“That what you wanted?” Thomas managed.
“Mm, for most of my life,” Aiden admitted in a gasp.
Fuck. Thomas kissed him again, his tongue spearing into his mouth with every thrust. Aiden’s blunt nails were all but clawing at his skin. Thomas would wear every fucking mark like a badge of honor. He’d spent so much of his life fantasizing about what it would be like to have Aiden in his bed, underneath him, letting him use his body.
Fuck. He was already so close. Aiden just did it for him. Would there ever come a time when this seemed mundane? He didn’t think so. He sat back a bit so he could reach for Aiden’s cock, but he batted his hand away. “Uh-uh,” he said, dragging Thomas back to him and locking his legs around his waist. “I’m going to finish inside you. Once you come, it’s my turn.”
Jesus. Had Aiden always been so fucking blunt? Probably, yeah. Thomas had just never given him the opportunity. Still, there they were. Aiden contented himself with licking and sucking at whatever skin he could reach. It would leave marks, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t care what anybody thought about them anymore. Maybe it was his impending orgasm talking? Maybe he was drunk off the tight squeeze of Aiden’s hole milking his cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” Aiden panted against his ear. “Fill me up. I want to be inside you with your cum still painting my insides.”
Thomas flushed. What a dirty mouth he had. But he was too far gone to give it much thought, driving inside Aiden a few more times before his hips stuttered, his release slamming into him like a truck as he emptied himself inside.
He was still panting when Aiden gently pushed him off of him. “On your stomach.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. Thomas did as Aiden asked, perfectly compliant. Aiden kissed his neck even as he worked wet fingers into Thomas’s hole. He hissed at the slight intrusion, but more from instinct than actual discomfort. Aiden’s exploration was perfunctory, more making sure Thomas could take it than attempting to pleasure him with his hand. Almost as quickly as they arrived, they were gone, replaced with the blunt head of Aiden’s cock.
His body had a much more visceral reaction to that invasion. He hissed at the slight burn of it, tensing before remembering that would only make it worse. Besides, he wanted this invasion, liked the way his body made accommodation for Aiden, like he belonged there.
Aiden didn’t stop until he was buried as deep as he could go. His fingers found Thomas’s hair once more, tugging his head to the side to mouth at his cheek, his ear, his throat, as he rocked lazily in and out of Thomas’s body.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” Thomas said.
And it was true. He wasn’t able to get hard again, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. There was something soothing about Aiden’s weight on top of him, using him for his own pleasure. Aiden deserved to use Thomas after the years he’d made him wait. He deserved everything.
Aiden’s breath was panting in his ear, his fingers twisting in his hair, his cock filling him just right. If Thomas could have gotten hard again, he absolutely would have. It was all too perfect, it felt too fucking good.
“I love fucking you,” Aiden growled into his ear.
Thomas’s cock did stir at Aiden’s words. How could it not? “I like when you fuck me,” he said, breathless.
Aiden’s weight lifted, disorienting Thomas for a moment, before strong hands gripped his hips, pulling him back until he was where Aiden wanted him. His breath left him as Aiden pulled almost all the way free before driving home again in a way that had Thomas’s toes curling.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Aiden was strong—strong enough that Thomas was certain he’d have finger-shaped bruises on his hips in the morning. The thought stirred something deep inside. Aiden used him hard and well until Thomas was half-hard again. Then Aiden cried out, dragging Thomas back against him one last time before collapsing on top of him, the heavy weight of him pressing Thomas back down into the mattress.
Aiden’s dead weight should have been too much, but it wasn’t. It was perfect. So perfect that Thomas started to doze off.
“I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the day we met,” Aiden said out of nowhere.
Thomas closed his eyes, still able to perfectly picture Aiden when he was younger. Hair bleached blond, hoodie up, feet on the table, mad at the world.
Thomas gave a low chuckle. “You were so hostile towards me.”
“I was hostile towards everybody, but you were different. It killed me when you sent me away,” Aiden admitted.
Was that what Aiden thought? That Thomas had banished him? It wasn’t like that. It had never been like that. This was a conversation they should have had a long time ago.
Thomas sighed. “I didn’t send you away to punish you. I wanted you to find someone your own age. I wanted you to see that it was just a crush. That you were just going through some kind of…transference. Hero worship, maybe.”
