Okay. I can do that. I pull back so I’m almost completely out. We stare at each other for a moment of perfect stillness, and then I shove forward.
He whimpers, and it’s the hottest noise I’ve ever heard. It reminds me of the sounds he used to make in the storeroom, except more intense. “Th-that’s…” he begins, clenching his thighs around my waist.
“Was that good?” My voice is throaty.
“Yeah. Again.”
I thrust in and out, and the sensation is so overwhelming I have to concentrate hard so I don’t come immediately. Aaron presses the back of his hand against his mouth, biting down on a finger so he’s not too loud, and the sight is so erotic that I have to look away.
After a few minutes, though, the pleasure is overshadowed by my tiredness. I slow down and pause. Aaron’s eyelashes flutter as if waking up from a daze.
“I, uh.” I inhale deeply. “I wasn’t expecting this to be so exhausting.”
There’s a thin sheen of sweat on Aaron’s forehead, and his cheeks are still pink, but I’d bet he looks nowhere near asdishevelled as me. “Sorry. I’ve been making you do all the work,” he whispers.
I look at his legs wrapped around me and his that have been holding onto my arms with an iron grip. “Not necessarily.”
“Take a break if you need to,” he says.
“But I don’t want to stop.” I lower my head and kiss him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer,” I admit.
Aaron’s lips curl. “I heard a friend say he does seven times tables in his head to distract himself.”
“Seven times tables? Amateur.”
“Right, I forgot you were a nerd. You can recite the numbers of pi, then.”
I give him a look. Aaron sighs dramatically but can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. “Don’t tell me that’s amateur, too.”
“I had a lot of free time as a kid. It’s okay. I’ll do the square root of 2 instead.”
Aaron rolls his eyes. “Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”
I laugh, then realise that, for a moment, I forgot we were in the middle of having sex. It seems like an impossible thing to forget, especially when my dick’s in someone else, but talking to him is so easy. Things aren’t different just because we’re naked and on his bed with the lamp on. We haven’t suddenly changed into serious, silent people. He’s still Aaron. And I like him so, so much.
I straighten up and ready myself with a deep breath. “Next time, you’re on top,” I tell him.
“Sure,” he says with an easy smile.
I get back to work, thrusting in and out with renewed energy, and it’s satisfying watching Aaron’s grin slip away, replaced by a tight expression. His cock, which started to deflate when we were talking, becomes fully erect again, tapping lightly against his stomach, which each of my thrusts.
“Jude?” he manages.
“Yeah?”
“You can come if you want.”
“Now? But you haven’t —”
“I don’t care,” he says. “I want to see you.”
“You want to see me come?”
“Mm-hmm,” he replies. “I feel good for you, don’t I?”
My dick throbs at his words.
“You do. Fuck, Aaron, you do.”
