Page 12 of Killing Me Softly

Aaron kissed him, tangling his hands in his hair, gripping the strands just enough to cause pain. Kenny drew back. Grabbed Aaron’s wrists again, this time pressing them by Aaron’s head, pinning him down into submission.

“Still just staring at me.”

“For now.”

“Move, doc.” Aaron rotated his hips, eliciting a delightful gasp from his parted lips as Kenny hit the spot inside him. “Ohh, fuckGod…” Aaron arched his back, rolling his hips to get more. “Yeah. Fuck,yeah. Fuckingmove. Need it. Need you.”

Kenny nuzzled into his neck, staking his claim, waiting it out a little longer. “Like you like this.”

“Like youfuckingme.”

Kenny rose. Said nothing.

Aaron blinked. Swallowed. “Please.” He teetered on the edge of his restraint, his fight replaced with a whispering plea. “Please, just fuck me.”

Kenny couldn’t bear the fragile vulnerability any longer. Though he craved the words, the explicit surrender, the need to give, to satisfy, burned hotter. And so he did. He eased out of Aaron, then thrust back in with languid care. Slowly fucking him into silence. Releasing Aaron’s wrists to grab his waist, he dragged him closer, and Aaron scrambled back to the headboard behind, clinging onto it for leverage as he raised his hips and slammed down onto Kenny’s cock. A spark of defiance, a desperate grasp for control. Kenny let him have his power bottom moment, beforehe’dreclaim the reins.

Sort of.

Because, even though Kenny wore the mask of control, the truth was Aaron made him far too weak for it to ever be real.

But he played the part anyway.

With a deft twist of Aaron’s leg, he tumbled him onto his front, dragging his hands over the smooth expanse of his back—a canvas of taut muscle and flushed skin, begging to be claimed. Kenny drank him in, relishing the quiet surrender, the way Aaron yielded beneath him. And as he thrust, slow and possessive, he felt it in every shudder, every arch of Aaron’s body. That he was his. Entirelyhis.

Aaron pushed up onto his hands and knees, an offering Kenny couldn’t resist, and Kenny fucked him from behind, primal and brutal, skin slapping skin in feverish delirium.

“Wanted this all fucking day,” Kenny growled, digging his fingers into Aaron’s hips.

“Just have to say the word, lover. I’ll let you fuck me over your podium.”

Kenny hauled him up, back flush against his chest, and wrapped one hand around Aaron’s throat, scratching his beard along the sensitive skin on Aaron’s neck. Just the merethoughtof doing what Aaron had said had Kenny gluttonous and transfixed, fisting Aaron’s leaking cock to stroke in time with his rabid thrusts.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” Kenny nibbled his ear. “Everyone watching me fuck you.”

“Least then they’ll all know I’m yours.”

Kenny tightened his grip on Aaron’s throat just enough to add pressure, to let the stars blurring his vision sharpen so he could focus on the pure, unadulterated hedonism. There, he forced Aaron into a delicious dance, bucking back and forth between the indulgence of Kenny’s intrusion and the exquisite torment of his hand.

“Youaremine,” he growled, pounding into him harder.

“Kenny…fuck,Kenny, fuck, fuck,fuck…” Aaron slurred each curse as if he were unsure which sensation gave the most pleasure, the rhythmic pounding of Kenny’s cock inside him or the erratic strokes Kenny gave to his aching length.

“Good boy.Sogood.” Kenny felt the sharp swallow in Aaron’s throat beneath his fingers and he kissed his jaw, his neck, sucking the skin until he was red raw. Marking him. “Can feel you’re near.”

“Oh, fuck, Kenny. Yeah. I’m near. Need to come.”

“Not yet, baby. I’m enjoying this way too fucking much.”

Kenny relaxed his strokes on Aaron’s cock, letting the waves of his own pleasure build and match Aaron’s.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Kenny,please.”

The pressure hit, and finally Kenny’s guttural groan swallowed Aaron’s muffled cry as they came together with thick ropes of Aaron’s cum splattering across the sheets and over Kenny’s hand. But Kenny kept himself buried deep insidehim, releasing everything he had to Aaron and savouring the aftershocks of erratic trembles and loud curses. Then, swiping the spilled cum from his fingers, he lifted them to Aaron’s lips, watching as he licked them clean with gluttony. Kenny took the rest for himself, not wasting any part of Aaron to satisfy his unrelenting hunger for him.

“So good,” he rumbled into Aaron’s ear. “You’re always so fucking good to come home to.”

Aaron collapsed onto the bed, and Kenny fell with him, spooning him close, holding him tight as the tremors subsided. And as he held him, relaxed and undone, with Aaron’s face hidden in the pillows, working through his come down, he opened his mouth. Maybe he should say it now. Let him know. While Aaron’s body still tingled and glowed. But the words were stuck. Lodged in his throat. Because he knew once they were out, he couldn’t take them back.

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