Page 85 of Killing Me Softly

Aaron stared at him, mouth agape, processing. Then, “Did you—”

“Aaron, baby, would you like me telling everyone how you like to be overpowered? How you like to be at my mercy? How you like me to threaten to strangle you while you come?”

Aaron shut up. Then after a moment, fell back down, resting his head on Kenny’s chest again.

Silence stretched.

Until Aaron broke it, sounding as though he was making excuses for himself.

“The strangle thing…that’s just…I like your hand on me. The feel of your fingers digging in. It’s possessive, right?”

Kenny hummed, dragging those fingers down Aaron’s spine. “Yes. And that, my love, borders ever so slightly into masochistic realms.” He kept his voice calm, assured, the profiler in him slipping through. “You like it because you relinquish all control to me. It means you can pass the responsibility of your orgasm to me. Which means you can let go.”

Aaron drummed his fingers against Kenny’s chest, restless, as if mulling all that over in his mind. Then, after a moment of his internal soul searching, he let out a soft, reluctant sigh. “Fuck you.”

Kenny chuckled, kissing the top of Aaron’s head. “No, baby. You like it when I fuckyou.”

Aaron lifted his head, eyes flashing. Sharp. Untamed. Dangerous. That look, feral in its defiance, didn’t just steal the breath from Kenny’s lungs—it ignited something deeper. A slow, smouldering need to break him down, to strip away that wildness until Aaron was trembling beneath him. To prove him right.

To have Aaron begging for surrender.

“So…” Aaron bit his lip. “You do whatever your partner in bed wants?”

“Within reason, yes.”

“What about whatyouwant?”

“What I want is for you to love every fucking second of it.”

Aaron was quiet for a long moment, then finally, “And the… daddy thing. Did you like that?”

Kenny stroked his nails down Aaron’s back to the bump of his arse, revelling in his skin erupting in goose pimples. “I liked what it did to Jack. It made him soft. Pliable. Feel safe. It was a joy—anhonour—to be the person he gave that trust to. But it also came with consequences. And huge responsibility I wasn’t ready for.”

“In what way?”

Kenny traced gentle circles over Aaron’s shoulder with his fingertips. “He needed the caregiving to continue outside the bedroom. I wasn’t… very good at that back then.”

“Do you think Fraser…?”

“Fraser is a natural caregiver. They’re a perfect match.”

“And us?”

Kenny held his gaze. “We’re still working it out. Or, well, I’m still workingyouout.”

Aaron arched a brow. “And?”

Kenny hummed again, then rolled them both over to pin Aaron beneath him. “Ienjoyworking you out.” He dipped down, pressing his lips to Aaron’s throat, his favourite place to leavemarks, and he licked a line over his tattoo. “Enjoy learning what gets you into that gooey, messy thing I crave.”

“Gooey, messy thing, huh? I ain’t a fucking Crème Egg.”

Kenny chuckled. “You are just us delicious.” He kissed him. “And you’ve been a gooey mess for me several times now. And I love it.You.”

Aaron let his knees fall apart, welcoming Kenny between his spread legs, already shifting into instinctive surrender. Kenny was hard, Aaron nearly there, and when Kenny nudged the swollen tip of his cock beneath Aaron’s balls, a sharp breath hitched between them.

Any other time, any other place, he’d already be inside him. And he wouldn’t rush. He’d sink deep, stay there, fully seated, locked inside Aaron’s heat, gazing into those wrecking, guarded eyes, pouring every unspoken word into him. Begging without a sound.

Let me in.

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