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Liam slowly slips a finger inside him, as if he’s done it a million times. Aiden flushes from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. Sex is sex. That’s all it’s ever been for Aiden. A way to get energy or frustrations out. Sex has never meant anything. But as he sits astride Liam’s hips, with one of Liam’s fingers moving slowly in and out of him, he knows he’s in dangerous territory now. Very dangerous territory. Because right now, sex means everything.

He bites his lip to hold back a moan when Liam crooks his finger. Liam stares up at him in wonder, seemingly waiting for an answer to his previous question. Grabbing Liam’s free hand, he brings it up to his neck, using his own hand to put pressure on Liam’s fingers, making him gently squeeze.

Confusion crosses Liam’s face before clarity quickly takes over. Liam squeezes his fingers around Aiden’s neck, and for a moment Aiden feels like he’s floating. Like he’s free. Liam sits up slowly, jostling them a little. Aiden tries not to whimper when his finger slips out, leaving him empty. Liam carefully holds Aiden with one arm around his back, the other hand still lightly gripping Aiden’s neck.

“You want it rough?” Liam asks quietly.

Aiden swallows. “I like it to hurt sometimes.”

Liam stares at him unflinching for a few torturous moments, as if gauging his sincerity. “I’ll only ever hurt you because you want me to hurt you. Do you understand?”

The moment reminds him of that carnival ride, where they spin you and spin you and then the bottom drops out and it feels like you’re flying just for a few moments. That’s what Liam’s words do to him. He feels like he’s flying, but the crash won’t be safe, he needs to soften his own fall.

“I will always want you to hurt me,” Aiden replies roughly. He leans forward to kiss Liam hard enough that Liam’s hand tightens almost too tightly on his neck. For a moment, he can’tget air into his lungs, but Liam softens his grip, sending air rushing through him.

Liam tilts them on the bed so that Aiden lays beneath him. The view is great, his thighs resting atop Liam’s strong thighs, so he’s splayed out just for Liam’s pleasure. Aiden watches enraptured as Liam pulls a condom, slowly slicking himself up, biting his plush lip with each stroke of his cock. Liam stares down at him as if considering the next step. Aiden has never felt so appraised, so seen, so ready to be used. Cocking his head, Liam’s gaze slides from the top of Aiden’s blond locks all the way down to his painfully hard cock.

“You look fucking sinful in my jersey, ready to be fucked.”

Aiden tries to stay cool despite the molten lava pooling in his belly at Liam’s words. “I’d look good in someone else's jersey too.”

That riles Liam up. His nostrils flare as he stares down at Aiden on his bed, his lips probably kiss red, and swollen.

“On your knees,” Liam orders him, his tone so commanding that Aiden immediately scrambles up onto his knees without even a second thought.

Resting his forehead on his hands, he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Liam’s hand is gentle on his hip as he teases his cock against Aiden’s crease. Liam’s other hand bunches in his jersey a few times, no doubt taking in the view of his name emblazoned across Aiden’s back.

He’s never wanted something so bad in his life. This want…desire for Liam. It’s going to ruin his life. The slowness of Liam’s movements is the total opposite of what he wants though. He’s almost about to tell Liam that when Liam pushes in, past the resistance, not giving him a moment to brace for it before he’s pulling back to slam back in.

His fingers scramble for purchase on the bed. Fingers curl in his hair, tilting his head back as his eyes roll back into his headat the exquisite pleasure of being taken so brutally. Liam is relentless, pace frenzied, rough in a way that Aiden has never experienced before. Will probably never experience again without riling someone up for it.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked so hard you feel it for days?” Liam pants against his ear, fingers digging painfully into the meat of his hips. “You want to remember me every time you sit down? Remember how I used you?” He grunts in Aiden’s ear with each harsh word. “You’re mine to fuck. Mine.”

“Jesus,” Aiden swears loudly. Of all the things he imagined, he hadn’t imagined this. He never thought Liam Walsh could give it to him like this. He imagined slow and sweet and a little boring, but not rough. Not giving him everything he never even dared to dream of.

Liam lets go of his hair so his face falls down, getting buried in the soft down blanket of Liam’s bed. A firm hand presses hard on the small of his back, bending him into a deeper curve, forcing his body to take Liam even deeper inside him. He moans again, feeling Liam in places he’s never felt anyone before. Which is kind of ironic to Aiden.

A hand sneaks around to grab his cock, almost a little too rough, sending Aiden into an ecstasy he’s never felt before. Liam’s frenzied pace reaches a crescendo, both letting out shouts at the same time. Liam gentles his touch a little, but keeps stroking Aiden’s cock, until he’s shivering at the oversensitivity of it.

The next thing he knows, he’s alone on the bed. He lets himself fall flat, into the mess he made, not even caring about soiling the jersey. Liam returns a second later with a warm washcloth. He cleans Aiden gently, in no way anyone ever has. Aiden should be embarrassed but he can’t bring himself to care.

The bed dips when Liam lays down beside him. Aiden doesn’t even try to fight Liam as he manhandles Aiden into thecircle of his arms. Sweat still covers them, but Aiden doesn’t care about that either. He slings his leg across Liam’s hips, just needing to be closer, needing to feel Liam against him as he comes down from the best sex he’s ever had. Probably will ever have.

“I didn’t think you had that in you,” Aiden says roughly. He buries his nose against the sweat slick skin of Liam’s shoulder.

“I’ve never fucked like that before,” Liam admits quietly, lips brushing Aiden’s shoulder with his words.

The admission somehow surprises Aiden, but it doesn’t at the same time. Maybe Aiden just brought the right side out of Liam. Unleashed what was already lurking beneath the surface. Because sweet, kind Liam can fuck like a beast when goaded into it. Aiden is kind of pleased that it was him that did the goading.

“That was…” Liam trails off, making a thoughtful hum.

Aiden shivers at the feel of Liam’s fingers skimming across his feverish skin. Up and down his back under the jersey. “Yeah.”

“Are you staying?”

“No, Archer will get worried if he gets back and I’m not there. I don’t want to have to explain it.”

Liam nods tightly. “I understand.”

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