Page 11 of Killing Me Softly

Kenny let him take the lead. He always did. For a while. Let himthinkhe had the upper hand. But the way Aaron’s breathscame quicker, the way he braced his hands on Kenny’s chest, told a different story. Kenny knew what he wanted. He’d played the game long enough now. Learned the truth beneath Aaron’s defiance and could read it in the tremor of Aaron’s breath right then. He wasn’t fighting for dominance. He was fighting to lose it.

So Kenny curved his lips beneath the bruising press of Aaron’s mouth on his, waiting for the moment to strike.

Then, like the snap of a chain pulled taut, his moment presented itself and he struck. He grabbed Aaron’s wrists and pinned them down beside his head, holding him there on top of him, face to face, so he couldn’t back away and held his gaze for that moment too long. Where he ripped away Aaron’s defences. Where he saw beyond the roleplay to the man beneath. The one Kenny needed.Wanted. Craved like a drug. And Aaron’s sharp inhale was a symphony, half relief, half surrender. A sound shattering in Kenny’s chest and stitching it back together with the pieces Aaron had stolen before all at once.

Aaron surrendered. Completely.

Andfuck, Kenny craved every fractured, defiant, beautiful part of him. The rough edges and the soft, hidden pieces Aaron didn’t even know how to show.

“You gonna just stare at me?” Aaron shifted his wrists in Kenny’s grip, testing without truly resisting. He could break free if he wanted. Kenny knew that. And the most intoxicating part? He didn’t want to.

“For now.” Kenny traced every detail of Aaron. The flushed cheeks, the wild gleam in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared with his shallow, urgent breaths.

Kenny could feel his restraint waning, along with the words trapped inside him, tangled in barbed wire. One day, if Kenny was patient enough, those truths might tumble free. Might fall from Aaron’s lips like shattered glass. Sharp and fragile. Andwhen they did, Kenny would be ready. He’d catch every jagged piece, hold them in his hands no matter how they cut, and whisper them back. Make Aaron believe he wasn’t broken.

Until then, he’d wait.

Aaron slammed his mouth onto Kenny’s, shying away from his impenetrable gaze. Kenny smirked beneath his lips, then lifted his head from the pillow, releasing Aaron’s wrists to roll him over and lay him down, exposing him to his every whim. Aaron’s body unfolded like a map, inviting Kenny to explore every inch, every curve, and he once again pinned Aaron’s wrists to the pillow so he could just stare at him. At how utterly stunning he was.

But Aaron knew there was more to Kenny’s delving gaze, and hehatedit. “Prick.”

Kenny slid his nose along Aaron’s, then leaned back to keep looking, keep gazing into Aaron’s hypnotic blue eyes.Waiting. Patiently hoping it might loosen Aaron’s tongue. But Aaron grappled to lift his head from the pillow, so Kenny dipped away just far enough so Aaron couldn’t reach him.

“Kiss me,” Aaron growled.

“Ask nicely.”

Aaron brought up his knee to Kenny’s bare arse in an empty threat. “Kiss me.”

Kenny chuckled, then clambered up Aaron, sweeping the head of his aching cock along Aaron’s lips. Aaron narrowed his eyes, but he threw out his tongue, licking around him, lapping up the leaking precum as if starved of it. He shouldn’t be. He’d sucked him dry that morning. Kenny could still recall how fucking incredible it’d been. So he eased his length inside Aaron’s mouth to relive it.

“Fuck,yeah…” He thrust in and out of Aaron’s mouth, reaching for the nearly empty lube on the bedside table andflicking open the cap. “So good, baby. Your beautiful filthy mouth is so fuckinggood.”

Aaron pulled off with a wet pop, wrapping his fingers around the base of Kenny’s cock to stroke while swirling his wicked tongue over his tip. Teasing, savouring, tasting him as if it was the sweetest treat he’d ever been given. It drove Kenny wild. But he needed so much more. So he fell to Aaron’s side on his knees and squeezed the last of their lube into his palm, claiming Aaron’s lips once more. He then grasped Aaron’s leg, pushing it up and back to reveal the tender flesh beneath, dancing his wet fingers across Aaron’s opening, the lube a silky whisper as he coaxed Aaron’s body to surrender.

Surrender, he did. With a drawn-out moan.

Kenny inserted the first finger with ease, the second with indulgence, then leaned back, eyes fixed on the sight beneath him, heart pounding with anticipation. He gathered the remains of the lube from Aaron, coating his own cock and Aaron’s and worked them both, spreading the mess, the heat, the need. Revelling in Aaron’s groans of, “More. There. Oh, fuck,there. Need more.”

Kenny removed his fingers, wriggling forward between Aaron’s spread legs, pushing them apart and forcing Aaron’s hips from the bed as he pointed his blunt tip to Aaron’s impatient hole, ready to give him what he cried out for.

“Fuck,” Kenny breathed out, glancing down at the man beneath him, body hotter than the sun. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“Not inside me yet, lover.”

Kenny countered that and, in a tangle of sweat and lube, he inched forward, easing his eager cock inside the exquisite devastation that was Aaron Jones. The most beautiful man he’d ever had the fortune to fuck. And Aaron’s face, twisting in pleasure as he welcomed Kenny into his body, into his secretsand lies, his chaos and mess, was a revelation Kenny still couldn’t quite believe.

Aaron gripped the headboard behind him to arch his back, lift his hips, forcing more of Kenny into him as if desperate to be consumed. Claimed.Controlled. For Kenny to take over what was inside him. It was more than anything Kenny had ever felt before. It was fragile and overwhelming all at once. And the tight, slick heat around his shaft gripped Kenny like a vice, drawing broken sounds from his throat.

Once all the way in, he paused. Waited.

Chest rising and falling, Aaron opened his eyes to lock them onto Kenny’s. Frustration. Annoyance. Desperation. It all oozed from every perspiring pore of Aaron’s body, and he put all that into his gaze. But he clenched his jaw tight. Locked. Preventing himself from speaking. From saying what Kenny knew was there. On the tip of his tongue.

Kenny lowered as far as he could, almost bending Aaron in half, and kissed him. Then waited some more.

Aaron exhaled, nostrils flaring. “Move.”

“Not yet.”

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