He swallowed around him, sliding all the way down his shaft and hollowing his cheeks on the withdrawal. He watched Aaron, enraptured by the look of helpless lust in his eyes and the harsh rasping breaths that told Ian he was on the right track.
He cupped Aaron’s balls in his palm, stroking over them with his thumb pad, as he fisted the base of Aaron’s cock with his other hand. He picked up his pace, hearing the wet sounds of sex. He fell a little more in love with the man staring down at him as Ian’s hips pushed his cock deeper still.
He could tell Aaron was trying to hold himself back, as each thrust was abbreviated. Ian made it his mission to break through the control. He pushed a finger into Aaron’s hole and unlocked the last of Aaron’s reserve.
Aaron cried out raggedly. He thrust hard, Ian sucked.
“I’m coming. Ian—coming.” He squirmed.
Ian wasn’t having it. He pushed hard, taking Aaron deep when the younger man meant to pull out. He swallowed several times and popped Aaron’s anal ring with the tip of his finger. Aaron bellowed. Cum shot down Ian’s throat, and he swallowed that too.
When Aaron finally relaxed, Ian cleaned off Aaron’s cock and sat back on his heels. “That’s what I should’ve done before the couch.”
“Holy shit.” Aaron shook his head dumbly several times. “No, no you did that perfectly. If you’d gotten on your knees before the couch, I might’ve raped you. Just sayin’.”
Ian laughed. “We can try that later. I had to taste you.”
“You will never have to ask my permission to do that.”
Ian slowly stood, placing a chaste kiss on Aaron’s lips. “Good to know.”
Chapter Five
Aaron rolled over and blinked at the clock. The alarm was set to go in two minutes. He switched it off and sighed. After the blow job, he and Ian had flipped on the television, sinking into comfortable mindless chatter until Aaron had to call it an early night. He’d had the best night sleep in months, and he smiled happily, until he remembered why. Ian was downstairs on the couch.
Aaron didn’t remember him coming up to tell him that Mike had come home. He got up and made his way to the bathroom, looking into Mike’s room on the way. The bed could’ve been slept in. It was hard to tell since Mike never made it.
He brushed his teeth and took care of his more pressing needs. Pulling on a pair of loosefitting pajama pants, Aaron wandered downstairs. Ian wasn’t on the couch and all the blankets had been folded.
The smell of hot coffee floated to him, guiding him to the kitchen.
“Ian?”
“In here.”
He found Ian in his jeans and snug, sleeved undershirt, leaning back against the counter
top with a mug at his lips. Ian’s eyes traveled over Aaron’s bare chest and slowly lifted. That look said all the same sexy things Aaron’s probably did.
“Did he come home?” Aaron asked focusing on his other competing thought.
Ian lowered the mug. “No. I think it’s time to call the girlfriend.”
“I’ve got her number.” Aaron went to get his cell.
“How do you take your coffee?” Ian called after him.
“Sweet and creamy,” he yelled back.
Of course he liked it sweet and creamy. Just the reference lifted Ian’s libido another notch. He tried to get his mind back on the matter at hand. Mike was still missing. That was a thousand times more immediate than wanting to cuddle Aaron against his chest and kiss his sleep-warmed neck.
He hadn’t been prepared for tussled brown hair and droopy golden eyes, or how much Aaron had filled out over the years. His lean build hid impressive muscular tone and trim hips that barely caught the waistband of his low-slung pajama bottoms. It wouldn’t have taken much to tug them down. He smiled at all the ways he could give Aaron a very good morning, indeed.
The retreating view had been pleasant too.
“Out of the gutter,” Ian muttered to himself under his breath. He refilled his mug, poured a cup for Aaron. He added milk and sugar until the
He cupped Aaron’s balls in his palm, stroking over them with his thumb pad, as he fisted the base of Aaron’s cock with his other hand. He picked up his pace, hearing the wet sounds of sex. He fell a little more in love with the man staring down at him as Ian’s hips pushed his cock deeper still.
He could tell Aaron was trying to hold himself back, as each thrust was abbreviated. Ian made it his mission to break through the control. He pushed a finger into Aaron’s hole and unlocked the last of Aaron’s reserve.
Aaron cried out raggedly. He thrust hard, Ian sucked.
“I’m coming. Ian—coming.” He squirmed.
Ian wasn’t having it. He pushed hard, taking Aaron deep when the younger man meant to pull out. He swallowed several times and popped Aaron’s anal ring with the tip of his finger. Aaron bellowed. Cum shot down Ian’s throat, and he swallowed that too.
When Aaron finally relaxed, Ian cleaned off Aaron’s cock and sat back on his heels. “That’s what I should’ve done before the couch.”
“Holy shit.” Aaron shook his head dumbly several times. “No, no you did that perfectly. If you’d gotten on your knees before the couch, I might’ve raped you. Just sayin’.”
Ian laughed. “We can try that later. I had to taste you.”
“You will never have to ask my permission to do that.”
Ian slowly stood, placing a chaste kiss on Aaron’s lips. “Good to know.”
Chapter Five
Aaron rolled over and blinked at the clock. The alarm was set to go in two minutes. He switched it off and sighed. After the blow job, he and Ian had flipped on the television, sinking into comfortable mindless chatter until Aaron had to call it an early night. He’d had the best night sleep in months, and he smiled happily, until he remembered why. Ian was downstairs on the couch.
Aaron didn’t remember him coming up to tell him that Mike had come home. He got up and made his way to the bathroom, looking into Mike’s room on the way. The bed could’ve been slept in. It was hard to tell since Mike never made it.
He brushed his teeth and took care of his more pressing needs. Pulling on a pair of loosefitting pajama pants, Aaron wandered downstairs. Ian wasn’t on the couch and all the blankets had been folded.
The smell of hot coffee floated to him, guiding him to the kitchen.
“Ian?”
“In here.”
He found Ian in his jeans and snug, sleeved undershirt, leaning back against the counter
top with a mug at his lips. Ian’s eyes traveled over Aaron’s bare chest and slowly lifted. That look said all the same sexy things Aaron’s probably did.
“Did he come home?” Aaron asked focusing on his other competing thought.
Ian lowered the mug. “No. I think it’s time to call the girlfriend.”
“I’ve got her number.” Aaron went to get his cell.
“How do you take your coffee?” Ian called after him.
“Sweet and creamy,” he yelled back.
Of course he liked it sweet and creamy. Just the reference lifted Ian’s libido another notch. He tried to get his mind back on the matter at hand. Mike was still missing. That was a thousand times more immediate than wanting to cuddle Aaron against his chest and kiss his sleep-warmed neck.
He hadn’t been prepared for tussled brown hair and droopy golden eyes, or how much Aaron had filled out over the years. His lean build hid impressive muscular tone and trim hips that barely caught the waistband of his low-slung pajama bottoms. It wouldn’t have taken much to tug them down. He smiled at all the ways he could give Aaron a very good morning, indeed.
The retreating view had been pleasant too.
“Out of the gutter,” Ian muttered to himself under his breath. He refilled his mug, poured a cup for Aaron. He added milk and sugar until the
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