Page 71 of Beautifully Complicated

“A fact I couldn’t confirm until just now.” He tries so hard not to bite that lip he has to trap them between his teeth.

“Well, use that power wisely so you don’t make me spring an erection at work.”

He bobs his head and reaches for our cocks, taking them both in his hand and stroking them languidly.

“Remember how earlier you said you weren’t worried about getting my cum in you?”

“Yes.” I sigh into the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Did you mean it?”

“Are you asking to fuck me bare?”

“Yes.” He flutters his long lashes.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“Really?” His amber eyes grow wide.

“Leanbh, I don’t intend to have another man inside my body again, ever. It’s yours to pleasure, to use, to mark. I want you to fill it, just like I want to fill yours, so there’s no question who we belong to.”

“Jesus, Maoin.” He lets go of our dicks long enough to show me how swollen his is. “I swear you can get me off with just your words.”

“Maoin?” I tilt my head to the side as he bites that lip again,dammit.

“Isn’t that Irish formine?” The blush that had started to fade comes right back. “I know it means to own property and you obviously aren’t my property, but you already took baby, and even if you have a fancy name for it, it seems silly to call each other the same thing. I think that rules babe out too, since they’re so similar, and I don’t think either of us has a daddy kink—"

“Aiden.” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” He traps our cocks in his hand again and just holds them against one another.

“Yeah, Leanbh. Yours.”

I kiss him again, long and slow and tender, losing myself in his taste. His touch.Him. I can’t seem to get enough, which is a totally foreign yet not unwanted feeling.

Having fucked around quite a bit in my early twenties, I was more interested in the destination than the journey. Kissing took too much time, and maybe it was a little too intimate, so other than using them as the obligatory start to sex, I didn’t bother with them. Yet kissing Aiden is so fulfilling I have no desire to stop. Not even when my lips start to chafe, and his chin turns slightly pink from the stubble that inevitably makes an appearance on my face at the end of the day. I’m just…obsessed, I guess.

“Maoin?” Aiden says tentatively when we finally break apart.

“Yes, Leanbh?”

“I think I need to mark you now. Where’s your lube?”

Digging through the side table next to him, I pull out the bottle I’d proactively stashed there. One of several I put in every corner in the house, just in case.

Aiden releases our dicks and coats his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid, then reaches behind me to probe my hole.

Just as before, I’m impossibly tight, and I briefly wonder if I should’ve been working myself all along so that I’d be more ready. But I shove that thought away once I realize it’d be an empty feeling to pleasure myself without Aiden. Besides, my body quickly remembers what it’s like to be filled, allowing him entry with little more than a gentle push.

A pleasant hum rolls up my throat as he fills me, nerve endings that haven’t been stimulated in months firing as his finger coaxes them awake. Pulses of pleasure shoot up my spine and into my limbs as my cock stiffens further, a hint of the coming bliss coiling at the base.

As his finger probes deeper, my body subtly undulates in rhythm with his touch. The slight movement presses our cocks together, and as he said earlier, it’s a heady view. Our two shafts rubbing along each other, the hint of precum making the crowns gleam, and Aiden’s lean abs as the backdrop to the hedonistic image… It’s as erotic as it is filthy.

The first brush of his finger against my prostate has me groaning with a mixture of satisfaction and need. It feels so good I press against him, trying to work him deeper. To increase the pressure on that sensitive button.

“I dreamed about that sound.” He crooks his finger, pulling another one from my throat. “Every night. I replayed it in my mind, over and over so I’d never forget it.”

“You thought you’d never hear it again,” I whisper softly.

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