When Gage was close enough, he slipped his arms around Aaron’s neck and leaned forward slowly until they were chest to chest, the pearls pushed between their bodies. Aaron’s body acted of its own accord, his mind too far gone to supervise it. His arms tucked themselves around Gage’s waist, and his hands cupped Gage’s ass loosely. He couldn’t help himself.
“And thank you for cooking dinner,” Gage murmured, speaking against Aaron’s lips in little more than a whisper. Aaron wanted to pluck those words from the space between them—kiss them straight from Gage’s mouth and take them all into himself. “It smells delicious.”
What smelled delicious? Aaron’s head fogged. The sultry lilt of Gage’s voice was every bit as distracting as the outfit he’d chosen to wear to dinner. It stripped Aaron down to basic instincts and inhibited higher thought. A single, monosyllabic compulsion pounded against his skull, unwilling to be silenced.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
By the look on Gage’s face, Aaron was sure he was waiting for a reply, but Aaron had already forgotten what had been said. Without a clue on how to proceed, he let his hands do the talking—they squeezed Gage’s cheeks until Gage made a small, needy noise and rested more of his weight against Aaron’s chest.
“Aaron,” Gage murmured, but the sound of his name on Gage’s lips wasn’t what Aaron needed. In that moment, words were secondary to sensation—he needed to taste, to touch, and to stimulate. There were better uses for Gage’s lips than language, and so Aaron kissed him, devouring the utterance, too aroused to stop himself. With a hum, Gage kissed him back, then turned his head to the side and broke contact between them. “D-Dinner?”
There was enough humanity left in him to conquer a single sentence. “I’m not hungry for dinner anymore.”
Then, craving more, Aaron tugged Gage back into a scorching kiss that sent him careening back into brain-numbing arousal. The same thought beat against his skull, disallowing him to focus on anything else.
Mine. Mine. Mine!
Gage gasped against his lips. His arms tightened around Aaron’s neck, and before Aaron knew it, the back of his thighs had hit the edge of the table. Gage, pushed against his chest, pearls pressed between their bodies, kissed him with fervor. The taste of his lips satisfied in a way that Aaron had almost forgotten existed.
Tonight, he’d sate the need long ignored inside himself.
He’d make Gage his.
Aaron flipped their position, and when Gage broke the kiss to gasp as the back of his thighs bumped the table, Aaron took action. With a tug, he freed Gage’s legs from beneath him. Gage cried out in shock, but the fear was short-lived—Aaron’s other arm supported him, preventing him from falling.
Then, not caring what happened to the impressive dinner he’d prepared or the fine cutlery he’d set, Aaron pushed Gage onto the table and sent porcelain and silverware flying. A fork clattered to the ground. The plate bumped a candle, and it was only Aaron’s quick reflexes that kept it from falling over and spilling its wax across the table’s surface. Gage, with a gasp, hooked his thighs over Aaron’s hips and lifted himself up. The added weight and the proximity of their bodies fueled Aaron further. He shoved the candles and the dinner plate back, then climbed up on the table after Gage and crushed their lips together.
Details lost their importance. Aaron knew that Gage gripped him with his thighs and pushed his hips up against him, but only because he rolled his hips downward in response, pushing Gage against the table. Their kiss was frantic and scattered, interrupted by the needy, shuddering breaths they both drew around it. A tug at his hair told him that Gage’s hands had latched there—at least one of them—because soon enough, Aaron’s shirt loosened and opened at the front. He let go of Gage long enough to tear it off and toss it aside, then returned to Gage’s body.
Mine.
A sharp spike of arousal flooded Aaron’s gut and brought his focus to his groin—the front of his pants had been opened and the button on his boxer-briefs had been undone. Gage’s hand wrapped itself around his cock and stroked, and given a hole to fill, Aaron went wild. He pumped into Gage’s hand and kissed him until his jaw ached. Then, when it wasn’t enough anymore, he broke the kiss and lifted himself on his palms to look down at Gage in full.
Gage’s eyes were partially lidded with arousal, and his kiss-glossed lips were pink and full, slightly parted. He breathed heavily, the pearls on his chest glinting as their angle changed with the rise and fall of his chest. It was captivating.
And it was all his.
Aaron turned Gage around so he was on his stomach, then introduced his cock to the curves of Gage’s ass. A cursory pass over Gage’s cheeks left him wanting more, so he slipped his cock between Gage’s curves to find something unexpected concealed flush with Gage’s body.
Silicone.
Gage looked over his shoulder, the tips of his ears bright red. Without a word, he held out his hand, producing a remote barely bigger than a book of matches. Aaron took it, then looked from the remote to Gage, and noticed that the look in his eyes had darkened. When he studied the remote in greater detail, he thought he understood why.
There were three buttons on the remote. Three simple buttons that would dictate Gage’s pleasure.
On/Off.
+.
-.
As Gage presented his ass to Aaron, lifting his hips and thighs from the table, he increased the pressure between their bodies, pushing Aaron’s cock closer to the silicone. It was a silent plea.
Aaron answered it in the only way he could.
He turned the power on.
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