Page 28 of Say It Again

He raked his fingers through Aaron’s hair. “How so, mister—?”

Aaron swiftly wedged two enormous fingers into Daniel’s mouth, stinging it in salt, nearly brushing the back of his throat. Daniel’s eyes rounded, but his moan generated from somewhere within, somewhere guttural, as his underwear instantly slicked.

“Like that, sweetheart,” Aaron whispered inches from his face. His aquamarine eyes were even more gorgeous, all half-lidded with lust. “Nod if you’re okay.”

He nodded, clenching Aaron’s shoulders as his fingers pushed a little deeper. Aaron worked his underwear down with the same proficiency as he seemed to do other things: with a magnitude of skill and without breaking their eye contact. He started to stroke, and Daniel’s spine arched like a poetic dance in response.

“You know what I thought when I saw you walk into that party?” Aaron paused to lick his hand, then back to the stroking. “I thought, how do I taste him? What do I say so he’ll let me put my tongue on his body? Because I was sure you tasted as sweet as you looked.”

Daniel had rhythm, but it was nowhere to be found as he writhed like a whimpering worm on a hook under Aaron’s body.

“And now?” Aaron continued. “I know you do. Which is why I’m going to take you into my mouth. And drain you completely dry.”

Daniel… nodded again? Maybe? He did something with his head.

“Every last drop, sweet boy.” Aaron continued to stroke him as he tenderly kissed his cheek. As he not-so-tenderly fucked his mouth with his thick fingers. “That sound good?”

It did sound good to Daniel, who suddenly felt like an inexperienced teenager with a first-time encounter, all adrenalized and felt up behind the bleachers. For someone who was sugar by nature with his dinners and his flowers, Aaron sure had some spice to unearth. It was just words. It was just his hand. So why was it also goddamn everything?

“And just like that.” Aaron breathed a light chuckle into his ear. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Yes, you demon! You steamy, life-giving bed demon! Usually, he’d feel humbled if he couldn’t last longer than five minutes, but who could blame him? This was madness. It wasn’t his fault he had slipped under a bed demon’s control.

He whined when Aaron pulled his fingers from his mouth, suddenly less full, less complete—come back; he wanted them back.

“I like you,” Aaron rasped as he gripped his jaw and sealed their lips together in a kiss. A kiss that streaked Daniel’s skin in wet licks when it journeyed down his chest and beyond his belly. “I like you a lot.”

“You. I like….” Daniel trailed off in some gruff version of his voice. He’d meant to return the sentiment, but he lost all mental ammo when Aaron’s tongue and full lips wrapped around him in his fucking entirety. As it turned out, between Aaron’s hand and his mouth, his mouth was the bigger half of the wishbone.

A little shaken—or how about flummoxed; undisputedly flummoxed—Daniel pushed up to his elbows and stared down at Aaron, who had the type of mastery one only fantasized about. Skill, heart, fury, it was Goldilocks the way he took it deep and rough yet cautious and smooth. Entire worlds could bloom inside his mouth, where his confidence fused with his appetite to ensure Every last drop, sweet boy. Every last drop.

Orris butter, expensive suede, and soaking wet drool all blazed Daniel’s senses as he gritted his teeth and twined his fingers into Aaron’s chocolate hair. Emotions churned from somewhere deep in his core: adoration for the demon, respect for his prowess, gratitude to be lying here, and anger. Because it was already over.

He growled like a rumbling volcano with a need to erupt as his loose grip on Aaron’s hair constricted into a tight fist and his breath swooshed in loud gasps. His limbs galvanized, and his spine bowed from the mattress in a wild arch as if this were some kind of a well-rehearsed ballet and not the most exciting thing to happen to his dick in ages.

Aaron nodded his encouragement, or nodded the best he could, when Daniel urged himself deeper and even offered a hand for him to squeeze—what a fucking gentleman—which Daniel clasped until it turned white and screamed through his teeth until they vibrated and worked his hips, almost blurting sex demon! as he finally exploded into Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron didn’t so much as flinch. He did, however, burn a stunning visual into Daniel’s memory—the way his throat bobbed with each swallow; the way his hard jawline danced in the light like cut glass; the way his mouth grew carnal and even more urgent as he guzzled cum like an expert on his quest for no drop left behind.

No drop was left behind.

Daniel’s muscles stayed taut for what felt like an eternity as he rode the waves of his little buzz until they mollified into the laps of some distant shore. He tried to anchor into the support of the bed, but it was made of kitten-shaped clouds, and his whole body trembled, including the hand he almost poked himself in the eye with as he smeared it over his face.

“You know what I just remembered?” Aaron said, standing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “The hot chocolate. Do you still want it?”

“Put a tracker on you.” Daniel genuinely didn’t mean to say that. It wasn’t an answer. It wasn’t even a complete sentence. “I mean, marry me—what? Shh, demon.” He held a finger to his lips. “Shh. Let’s start over.”

Aaron’s smile was wide and amused. Like a life-giving bed demon.

“I mean, I’d love to recipra-reciprote-recip—I can’t talk—reciprocate.” Daniel outstretched his arms, which were shaking an embarrassing amount. “My brain doesn’t need to work for that. Come. Come forth.”

Aaron swatted a hand. “We’ll worry about me some other time. The hot chocolate. Yes? No?”

Hot chocolate? How could they be talking about hot chocolate like Aaron hadn’t just fucked him up with his mouth and they hadn’t just combusted on a rocket ship, never to return? In the end, he managed a quivering thumbs-up, because why not sip hot cocoa in bed like a couple of proper Boy Scouts? Golly gee whiz. It actually sounded swell.

“I’ll go make it.” Aaron strolled around the bed. He leaned down to tilt Daniel’s chin up with a gentle command of his fingertips. “I don’t expect it to taste as good as you. You are fucking dazzling.”

Daniel watched him leave the room through a bit of a daze.

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