With a wicked grin, Ronan extended one finger and lightly brushed it down Aiden’s crack and over the tight pucker, earning a low whimper from his man. Muscles twitched and hot pre-cum smeared across his abdomen from Aiden’s cock.
“Will I need to go slow? Has it been a while since someone last stretched you?”
“Yes,” Aiden hissed. “It’s just…just been…”
“What, darling? You can tell me anything.” Ronan pressed a light kiss to Aiden’s temple and his jaw. “What do you need?”
“I’ve just used my fingers,” Aiden admitted in a whisper. “It’s…it’s not enough.”
Ronan closed his eyes and every fucking muscle in his body stiffened. Just the image alone of Aiden touching himself was nearly enough to send him screaming over the edge. When he could take more than a short breath without shattering, he pressed his mouth to the corner of Aiden’s and then his lips, taking them in a long, searing kiss. “I understand, darling. I’ll fill you and fuck you exactly how you need.” He would give Aiden the same exhausted, bone-deep aching satisfaction Aiden had given him earlier in the evening.
“Please,” Aiden pleaded.
“Get on the bed,” Ronan said, though it seemed to require an extra minute to stop kissing Aiden and to get his damn fingers to release him. He needed to get control of himself. Every desire and instinct screamed to jump this man, but he wanted to go slow, to savor every moment.
He watched as Aiden paused at the nightstand long enough to grab the lube, and then he was stretched out in bed in the same spot where Ronan had lain just a few hours earlier. And even though so little time had passed, Ronan was starved for Aiden. He suspected that it would always be that way between them.
With one knee on the edge of the bed, Ronan smirked as he spun a finger at Aiden, indicating that he should roll over onto his stomach. Aiden narrowed his gaze but did as he was instructed, pulling a pillow down to tuck under his head. Ronan admired the swooping curve of the spine that lifted into a perfect bubble butt that he wanted to sink his teeth into.
Mmmm…biting Aiden would be delicious. But that would come later. There were other parts of Aiden that needed to be tasted first.
Ronan crawled onto the bed between Aiden’s long legs and started massaging his shoulders, working out any bits of tension that still lingered before slowly working his way along his back. Aiden moaned as Ronan reached the base of his spine and Aiden lifted his ass as if trying to capture Ronan’s attention.
With a chuckle, Ronan smacked it. “Lie still. I want you relaxed.”
“I’m not going to relax until I fucking come,” Aiden grumbled into his pillow.
Ronan sat on his heels and dug his fingers into Aiden’s cheeks, massaging muscles and slowly parting them to reveal his tight hole. “Are you saying I’ve been neglecting you?”
“No.”
“I think you are.” Sliding down the bed to lie on his own stomach, Ronan licked a stripe across Aiden over his entrance. The most interesting sound escaped Aiden, a strange mix of moan and howl. Ronan blew across the damp skin, and Aiden swore quite creatively. Yes, that was better. He definitely had the man’s full attention now.
Ronan tucked in, licking, sucking, and nibbling on those tight muscles until they began to loosen, and Aiden was moaning into his pillow. He loved every sound Aiden made. His lover was likely loud enough for the entire house to hear and he didn’t care. He wanted the world to know how well loved and cared for his man was.
When they were both shaking with need, Ronan grabbed the lube and poured some onto his fingers. He worked it slowly into Aiden’s willing body, taking great care to make sure that he wasn’t hurt.
“Ronan, now!” Aiden pleaded.
“I thought I was the one in control today,” he teased as he pressed a third finger inside of Aiden. His lover’s breathing hitched, but when Ronan would have withdrawn, Aiden pushed back, taking more of him.
“I can’t wait anymore. Please, Ronan.”
Ronan snarled, removed his fingers, and snatched up the bottle of lube again. “Next time I’m gagging you. I can’t resist you when you beg.”
To his surprise, Aiden looked over his shoulder and flashed him a wicked grin, proving that he knew exactly how to press all of Ronan’s buttons. The bastard. Not that he cared. Ronan loved that Aiden wanted him so badly, needed to feel him.
With both hands tightly gripping Aiden’s hips, Ronan carefully entered Aiden. The heat was exquisite, and he had to dig deep to push down his own raging need to just plunge into his body. He’d waited a lifetime for this, imagined it a hundred thousand times, and none of his fantasies even came close. Aiden’s breath caught and Ronan froze, giving him time to adjust before pushing forward again.