Page 80 of Don't Shoot Me Santa
He then drew off to utter, “That’s it. Good boy. Taking everything I give you. No one else gets this.” He licked into Aaron’s slit, seizing the taste of him. “Only me.”
Kenny then flattened his palms along Aaron’s thighs, keeping him down, and Aaron’s broken, breathless plea of,“Fuck… Kenny…”lit something ravenous in him.
He worked him again, sucking hard, throat open, then pulled back just as Aaron’s body stuttered towards climax.
“Stay.” He pinned him down again. “Stay. Right here.That’s it. Good.” He then hovered, watching Aaron’s cock twitch and leak, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow, obedient gasps. “God, you’re so good when you listen to me. So fucking good. Breathe, baby.”
Aaron exhaled, forming his lips into anohto breathe through the trembles.
“Well done,” Kenny praised, soft but cutting deep. “Hold on. I’ll get you there.”
And after that torturous wait, he swallowed him whole, throat working, lips sealed. He took everything, savoured every ragged breath, every tremor, every helpless scrabble at the pillows as Aaron fought the need to touch. Kenny’s hunger sharpened. This was worship. Aaron’s body unravelling in his hands, trust laid bare in restraint.
Aaron broke with a guttural cry. “Kenny…fuck, Kenny!”
He came hard into Kenny’s mouth, body seizing, legs trembling, hips convulsing helplessly. Kenny eased off, letting him breathe, letting the edge peel away like fog, then lapped up every drop. He pressed a kiss to his thigh, before swallowing him down again.
Aaron lifted his head, dazed. “Ken… what—?”
Kenny didn’t answer. He sucked him back to life, eyes locked on Aaron’s, testing him, pushing him, worshipping him. Each kiss, each pull carried a truth Aaron couldn’t escape: Kenny would never stop. Not until Aaron gave him everything.
And Aaron whimpered, a half-sob caught in his throat. It was too much, Kenny knew that. But he didn’t want it to stop. He arched instead. Into the heat of Kenny’s mouth, into the drag of his tongue, the precision of his pressure. Let himself be led, again and again, back towards that unbearable edge. Overwrought. Overexposed. But pliant. Willing.
Raw in the way only trust could allow.
Exactly how Kenny needed him.
And as Kenny worked him, adding a finger inside him, then another, stroking that spot he knew had Aaron gasping, Aaron clawed at the sheets, incoherent, caught between the stretch and the suction, the build and the sudden, crushing need. It took longer. Obviously. But eventually, he trembled around him again, slick with sweat, flushed with exertion and something close to disbelief.
He whimpered. Kenny hummed around him.
And that…yeah,thatwas what shattered him.
Because he was going to come again. Quickly and perfectly.
“Fuck…God, fuck.Shit…”
And with a strangled cry, Kenny held him through the second explosion. Took all of it, too. Swallowing it down. Mouth still working him gently as the tremors ran their course, easing the pressure of his fingers but never leaving. Only when Aaron went limp, utterly wrung out, breath ragged, thighs trembling, did Kenny pull his fingers free and he kissed his way up his stomach, his chest, his neck.
“Beautiful. So beautiful. My perfect boy.” He then rolled Aaron onto his side, gathering him in close to his chest, and pulled a blanket over them both. “That’s two. You’re incredible. You’ve got more for me.”
He wasn’t finished with him. Not even close.
But he let Aaron tremble in his arms, limp and undone, nothing but heat and slack muscle for a while. Exactly where Kenny wanted him. Spent, emptied, ready to be rebuilt from the inside out. Then he shifted Aaron carefully, guiding him until his back lay flush to Kenny’s chest, thighs parted wide across his lap. The weight of him there was exquisite. Heavy, helpless, surrendered. And Kenny reached for the lube one-handed, Aaron draped over him like a sweat-covered blanket, to crack open the bottle and slicked his palm.
“You’ve got more for me,” he whispered into Aaron’s ear, feeling his shiver. “I can feel it. You’ll come until I say you’re done. Until I’ve taken every last drop.”
He then cupped Aaron’s balls, massaging lightly before sliding up to cradle his cock, soft and damp, coaxing it back to life. He didn’t rush. This was about control.Hiscontrol and Aaron’s surrender.
A broken sound escaped Aaron’s throat. “Kenny…?”
“Shhh.” He softened the command with a kiss to Aaron’s temple. “I’ve got you. Just let me.”
Aaron obeyed.
So Kenny worked him back, patient and precise, curling his fist around Aaron’s length, dragging heat into him until he felt blood surge beneath his grip. When he felt the throb under his palm, he smiled into Aaron’s hair.
“There it is. That’s my boy.” Kenny quickened his pace, measured to the edge of unbearable. He ghosted his lips to Aaron’s ear, feeding filth tangled with praise. “So good for me. You’re mine. You’re gonna come for me again. That’s three, baby. You’re gonna give it to me.”
