Page 85 of Don't Shoot Me Santa
“But in here? With me? You don’t have to fight. You don’t have to brace. You can lay it down. For a little while. And I’ll carry it. Because I want to. Because Ican. Because I love you.”
Something inside Aaron cracked.
Quietly. Finally.
He trembled with the echo of release, nerves shot to hell, muscles throbbing with overuse, but his chest ached for more. More ofKenny. This impossibly perfect man holding him together from the inside out. So he turned in Kenny’s arms and kissed him. Messy. Desperate. Not because he had anything left to give, but because Kenny had become the only place in the world where he could fall apart and not be ruined by it. His mouth moved without thought, clinging with lips and teeth and breath, clawing weakly at Kenny’s chest as if they could hold him there, tether him in place.I’ll never walk away. Promise me you won’t either.
Maybe it was unhealthy.
Co-dependent.
Self-sabotage in a neat little package.
Aaron couldn’t have given less of a fuck. He’d been trained to want this. To need someone to control him and adore him. And Kenny did. He felt it in the way he kissed him back, as if Aaron hadn’t come four times already just bythe use of his hand and mouth and sultry voice, as if every kiss was first and only and absolute.
Aaron climbed into Kenny’s lap on instinct. His limbs barely obeyed him, but his body knew where to go. Where it was safe. His thighs bracketed Kenny’s, weight slumping down as he folded into him. Loose-limbed. Raw.
“Fuck me.” He nibbled on Kenny’s earlobe. “Or make love. Whatever. Take me. Own my body the way you own my mind.Please.”
Kenny smiled, that soft ache in his eyes. “Think you’re ready?”
“You tell me.” Aaron didn’t know. He only knew he didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Kenny kissed him. Then, “Turn around.”
Aaron did, breath sharp in his throat, still thrumming with aftershocks. He moved on instinct. Straddling Kenny, then crawling forward on all fours over him, spine dipped, arse high facing Kenny, thighs trembling against him. He didn’t care how submissive he looked. He wanted to be used. Needed it. Especially when he glanced down between Kenny’s legs, and there was Kenny’s cock, thick and flushed, resting against his thigh like a threat and a promise. Too big. Not hard enough. And still somehow more than Aaron could want.
From behind, Kenny spread him with calm authority, parting his arse cheeks wide with his thumbs, and when his tongue dragged over his hole, wet, warm, filthy, Aaron fuckingsobbed. But Kenny didn’t let it run away. He pulled him back when he closed his hand around that thick cock Aaron gazed at, gave it a few firm tugs until it swelled and grew another inch of menace, stroking it into the full, greedy hardness Aaron ached for. And with the head glistening, Kenny eased it into Aaron’s mouth.
He took him in one slow glide, lips stretching wide, throat flexing to accommodate. Saliva dripped as he gagged once, then found the rhythm, choking on Kenny’s cock while Kenny tongued him from behind. Slick circles, then sharp, focused thrusts pushing inside him. Aaron groaned around the length in his mouth, the vibration making Kenny hiss above him. And fuck, he loved this. Being opened from both ends. Filled with the taste of him, the heat of him, every inch of himself given over to Kenny’s hands. Kenny’s mouth. Kenny’scontrol.
Then came his fingers.
Kenny slid the first one in without resistance. Aaron was too busy deepthroating to process the stretch, too far gone to do anything but moan around the cock in his mouth and pushed back into him. He needed to be opened. Used. Wrecked. Nothing else made sense anymore.
The second finger followed. A curl. A press. A purposeful stretch that had his hips jerking and cock leaking onto Kenny’s belly below.
“There you go.” Kenny’s voice behind him was like velvet over granite. “Fuck, look at you…So good, baby. So fucking good.”
Aaron whined around him, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth. He was gone. Fully. Helplessly. Beautifully gone.
And Kenny hadn’t even fucked him yet.
When Aaron pushed back, Kenny steadied him with a firm grip on his hip.
“Easy.” Kenny pulled his fingers free, and with his other hand, slipped his cock from Aaron’s mouth. The wet pop that followed was obscene. Filthy and perfect. Kenny tapped his thigh. “Off. Come here.”
Aaron obeyed, dazed and breathless, crawling overKenny’s legs, onto his knees beside him. Kenny caught his face, swiping his thumb through the slick mess on his chin, wiping it away with a tenderness making Aaron’s stomach twist tighter.
“Lie down.”
Aaron did.
Collapsed into the sheets, arms open, body loose and waiting.
Kenny rose to his knees, took hold of Aaron’s ankles, and dragged him down the bed in one smooth pull, until his arse was flush to Kenny’s thighs. Then he hooked Aaron’s legs up over them, opened him wide, and reached for the lube. Slicking his cock, his eyes never left Aaron’s.
Then he shifted forward, lining himself up, the swollen head of his cock pressing hot and heavy to Aaron’s entrance. “You ready for me, baby?”
