His eyes cut to Aiden’s and his lips lifted up on one side. He looked gorgeous and disheveled and ready to feast on Aiden. Shivers raced down from the base of Aiden’s neck, spreading liquid fire all over him. He stepped in and found the curve of Darren’s shoulder, tracing it with his teeth. Darren’s free hand found his ass, groping it with greed as a finger rubbed his hole.
Aiden pressed against it, wanting more. Needing it, his body high on pleasure and seeking more.
“Darren,” Aiden moaned, shaking his hips as he tried to get Darren’s finger inside.
In a fluid spin, Darren repositioned them. “Face the wall,” he said and reached for the sink drawer, producing a bottle of lube.
Aiden swallowed, the ball of need in his stomach growing. He did as told and pushed his hips out, craning his head to the side so they could retain eye contact. Darren licked his lips and let his tongue linger on his piercing, then stepped back in, nestling himself between Aiden’s legs. The tip of his slicked cock brushed against Aiden’s hole, ripping a needy whimper out of him.He needed Darren to fuck him right now or he was going to lose his mind.
Unfortunately, Darren seemed to have something else in mind. He grabbed Aiden’s ass and squeezed it, pressing his cock against Aiden’s crease but not giving him what he wanted.
“Darren,” Aiden growled in demand, trying to grind against Darren.
But Darren ignored him, instead stepping back and running hands all over him, tracing every inch of him as if he was worshipping a god. He touched Aiden’s back, his chest, his thighs, kissed his shoulders and bit lightly on that spot he’d marked. He rolled Aiden’s balls as he teased his entrance, rubbed his nipples and pulled them until they too were just as hard as his dick.
Everything Darren did was more intimate than sex, an exploration of Aiden’s body and what it liked even if he already seemed to possess most of that knowledge. It made Aiden want Darren even more, it made him burn with the need to drive Darren just as crazy, to unravel him. This was about both of them. It was a mutual dance of pleasure where they took turns leading, where they both took and gave and chased the end together.
“Darren,” Aiden tried again, his voice cracking. “Need you to feel good with me.”
Darren groaned, pressing his forehead into Aiden’s back. Aiden opened his mouth to protest and demand Darren’s dick, but then Darren shoved two fingers inside him and the snappy remark died in his throat. Aiden fucked himself on them, but soon they weren’t enough. He craved more, needed it, to feel that fullness both with his body and his heart.
As if reading his mind, Darren pulled out and lined up his dick. He rubbed the head around Aiden’s hole and Aiden pushed his ass back, only to have Darren step away and pick him up. Yelping, Aiden held on tight as he was carried to bed and tossed on top of the silk sheets. They’d left the bathrobes there as well, but Darren didn’t bother to wipe them dry. He loomed over Aiden and kissed him, then positioned himself between Aiden’slegs. Pausing, he simply looked at Aiden, his indigo eyes reverent and mesmerizing.
In that moment, Aiden felt it with his entire being that right now Darren existed only to be with him. Nothing else mattered to him, just them, just Aiden. His heart could barely tolerate it, that kind of devotion. It was too much and yet it was perfect, his and his alone. It lit him up in that same way the sun lit up the sky after a storm, and it was so fitting, reflecting that dark rain-like taste and scent that characterized the man in his arms.
Darren leaned in and captured Aiden’s mouth in a sensual kiss. His warm but damp skin was heaven against Aiden’s, and his solid weight was grounding, bringing another a level of closeness that Aiden knew he’d get addicted to. Perhaps it should’ve worried him; yet it didn’t. Because this man was his. He too was drowning willingly, his darkness familiar and soothing and his light irresistibly uplifting.
Wrapping arms around Darren, Aiden traced the peaks of his spine. When he reached Darren’s waist, he clasped it tightly and rolled his hips at the same time. Their dicks glided along together and they both moaned, breaking the kiss. They gazed at each other, and then Darren adjusted his position and lined up his cock. He pushed inside Aiden slowly but deliberately and Aiden gasped, finally feeling that fullness and stretch. They added to the pleasure, intensified it and scrambled his brain, leaving him a panting mess that couldn’t think anymore.
Everything narrowed down to Darren, to the feel of him on top and around Aiden, to the noises and the praises leaving his mouth as he sped up his thrusts and gave Aiden what he needed. All of Darren came to the surface then, just like it had the first time they’d made love together, and again it robbed Aiden of his everything. It was raw and selfish, it was breathtaking and enthralling. Yet it was also unimposing. It did not demand, it didnot take what Aiden wasn’t willing to give, and in exchange it offered just as much.
Everything for everything, an equal trade between two broken men who’d found each other and weren’t willing to let go anymore.
It hit Aiden in the chest. In the stomach. That realization and the peacefulness that came with it. The contentment, the excitement. He’d found it, in the unlikeliest person, the meaning to his world. The equilibrium. Darren was that for him, and he was it for Darren.
Aiden buried his face in Darren’s neck and breathed in the sweat and summer rain. He clamped his teeth on Darren’s shoulder and made him grunt, skewing his pace. His hips stuttered and his breathing hitched, matching Aiden’s desperation.
“Aiden, I—”
“Harder,” Aiden cut him off, biting hard on Darren’s shoulder.
An animal-like howl left Darren and he shifted for a better angle. The change made it so he hit Aiden’s prostate with every thrust, and Aiden truly lost his mind then, moaning and chanting Darren’s name until electricity rushed down to his balls and undid him. He came as he attacked Darren’s mouth and Darren fucked him through it, his own orgasm not far behind. It shattered him and Aiden witnessed it all, holding Darren through it and then as they came down from the high.
For a while, they lay in a tangle of limbs, bathrobes, sheets and sweat, but eventually Darren seemed to regain enough strength to get up. Aiden felt boneless though and started to drift off, his body humming with contentment he’d not known before Darren. As tired and sated as he was, he couldn’t quite fall asleep however, as something was missing.
The something, or rather,someone, returned just as Aiden’s slight frustration was about to turn into annoyance. Darren sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped Aiden’s body with a lukewarm washcloth.
“Come to bed,” Aiden murmured, reaching out to caress any part he could reach.
Darren’s eyes smiled as did his lips, fondness and affection rolling off him. The extent of them was kind of novel, so pure and unguarded they made Aiden’s stomach fill with hundreds of butterflies.
“I was planning to,” he said and tugged on the bathrobe under Aiden.
With more effort than it should’ve taken, Aiden lifted his body just enough so Darren could pull the robe out. He had Darren in his arms a minute later, the two of them snuggling as he traced feather-light kisses along Darren’s neck and shoulder just because he felt like it.
“Aiden,” Darren said, turning around. His finger drew a path from Aiden’s lips to the area behind his ear.
“We got a matching pair of tattoos when I proposed to her. I…” Aiden smiled, feeling a strange lightness in his chest as he gazed into Darren’s eyes. “I kept it as a reminder at first. A memento of her that would always stay with me, so I would feel less alone.”
