“It was the same for me,” I murmur.
He presses a kiss on my forehead.
“I do want to stay with you when we move to Melbourne,” I tell him. Rationally, I know that graduation is months away and unexpected challenges can happen, but I can’t think of anything to change my feelings for him. “I’ll find a place with a queen bed. Just for you.”
“So romantic,” Aaron says, and this time, when he kisses me, it’s on the lips.
Making out is nice, but it’s been several days since we last had sex, and we’re both feeling desperate. I push myself up against Aaron, shifting my hips so my erection rubs up against his. He groans and kisses my neck.
“Don’t leave any marks,” I manage with heavy breaths when I feel his teeth dig into my skin. I wouldn’t mind if there weren’t a chance anyone else would see, but we have school in a few days.
He lets go and starts on my chest instead, pushing the hem of my shirt up to my collarbone and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Usually, my nipples don’t really do much for me, but with Aaron, they’re a thousand times more sensitive. Since his head is lowered, I have a perfect view of the crown of his head. I slide my fingers through his silky hair, then take an experimental handful. His body immediately buckles.
With my other hand, I push my shorts down, then reach for his underwear. He pauses and lifts himself up so he can pull them off, then flattens his body against mine, nestling hislegs between my spread ones, and returns to kissing my nipples again until they are pink and swollen.
“You’re topping this time,” I tell him.
He grins up at me. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It isn’t,” I insist. “It’s just exhausting and fine, I admit it, you’re probably fitter than me.” I pause. “You do want to, right?”
“Fuck you? Of course I do.”
My cock twitches, but I won’t let myself be outdone. Last time, he admitted that he liked it when I said dirty things. “You want to feel what it’s like inside me?” I say. “How tight —”
“Jude,” Aaron interrupts, burrowing his face in my neck. “I can’t believe the boy I’ve been sitting next to in maths class all year has such a filthy mouth.” He straightens up, reaching for his bag and pulling out a tube of lubricant.
“Come on, it’s not that filthy,” I say, watching him squeeze a glob of clear liquid into the palm of his hand. “It’d be more filthy to say something like…I can’t wait to feel you filling me up — mmph.” Aaron reaches down and wraps both of our cocks in his slick fist.
I squeeze my eyes closed while I get used to the sensation because the last thing I want is to come before Aaron has a chance to fuck me. When I open my eyes, Aaron’s looking at me intently.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say.
“Like what?” He blinks once, lashes framing his dark eyes, and if we had a feigning innocence competition, he’d definitely win.
“All smug and stuff,” I begin before gritting my teeth because Aaron has tightened his fingers around my tip.
Why am I clenching my mouth shut? Because I don’t want to make humiliating wanton noises. But why would that be humiliating? I love it when Aaron grunts and moans, sothere’s nothing to feel embarrassed about. I need to surrender completely to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Aaron,” I whimper.
“That’s your first swear word of the evening,” Aaron replies, and even though he sounds like he’s in control of himself, his chest is heaving with uneven breaths.
I look down between us at our cocks, rigid and flushed and leaking pre-come. “Do it now,” I tell him.
He doesn’t waste any time, sitting back on his knees, slicking up his fingers with lube and starting to stretch me out. I’m prepared for the discomfort, and while one finger isn’t bad at all, my erection wilts when Aaron pushes two fingers through the ring of muscle. He uses his other hand to stroke my dick, distracting me from the soreness.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
He pauses. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Hurry.”
The corners of his lips lift. “So impatient,” he says, kissing the side of my left knee. He pulls his fingers out and rolls the condom on himself, then covers his length with lube.
Like when I topped Aaron, it’s a slow process as he pushes himself inside. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t painful, but it’s not bad enough to want to stop, and watching Aaron’s face contort with pleasure makes it all worth it.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he exhales. “Really fucking tight.” He takes a deep breath to compose himself. “Is it okay for you?”
