Page 63 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Desperate to shed every layer he had, Aaron stepped back and stripped off his top, throwing it to the sofa. He then stood in front of Kennyrevealed. For a moment, Kenny said nothing. He just raked his gaze over him, intense and languid, as though committing every inch to memory. Then he drew Aaron back into his arms, smoothing his hands up his bare spine with anintimacy that had Aaron’s knees threatening to buckle. Head spinning. Heart racing. And every inch of him buzzing with a desperate, unfiltered need.

Kenny dipped his head, hovering his mouth above the curve of Aaron’s neck. He inhaled and Aaron tilted his head instinctively, offering himself without hesitation. Kenny’s beard rasped his skin, grounding and electric all at once and he fluttered his eyes closed, clutching Kenny’s shoulders, digging his nails into the padded fabric of his suit jacket and…crumbled.

“How am I meant to resist you?” Kenny whispered into his ear.

Aaron was so close to Kenny he could see every fleck of colour in his eyes. “Don’t think you’re meant to, doc.”

The song faded, a soft click and whirr as the record changed to something else. Aaron didn’t know what it was, because all he could hear was the soft thuds of his heart and all he could see was Kenny’s resolve cracking under the strain of his stare.

“You ready for me to destroy your life yet?” Aaron said against Kenny’s lips.

Kenny didn’t flinch. Didn’t falter. He grasped Aaron to him, digging his fingers into Aaron’s back, and he finally, liberated and untamed, exhaled his consent with a stark and profound, “Yeah.”

Aaron raked his fingers through Kenny’s hair, gripping the strands. “Then I should warn you…”

“About what?”

“How deep I’m in this.”

Kenny inhaled, sharp and fierce. “Then I warn you right back.”

A smile ghosted over Aaron’s lips, but Kenny wiped it away when he smoothed his mouth onto his. Just the mere touch had Aaron’s chest igniting, but then their lips moved fluidly together, opening and closing, tongues brushing, and soon the tentative softness made way for all consuming heat and passion.

It was arevelation. Kenny kissed him as if heneededhim. As if he hadn’t wanted anything more in his life. As if he stopped, he might not breathe again. And he stole the air from Aaron’s lungs, the thoughts from his mind, unravelling everything Aaron thought he knew about himself. This wasn’t just a kiss. It waspermission.

Permission to want. To need. Tofeel.

The kiss deepened, and Kenny’s hands were everywhere. Up Aaron’s back, tracing the curve of his spine, leaving a fire in its wake as every stroke of his fingers burned into Aaron’s skin. Aaron responded instinctively, arching into Kenny, tightening his grip on Kenny’s hair, mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. And when Aaron closed the already non-existent space between them to get more, Kenny broke away just enough to plant biting kisses down Aaron’s jawline, tongue darting out to taste the inked lines of his tattoo.

Aaron shuddered, a deep, involuntary moan escaping his throat, and he dropped his hands to clutch Kenny’s shoulders as though he might fall apart.

“God,” he gasped, not even recognising his own voice filled with unrepentant longing. Forthis.Kenny.

For him never,everto stop.

Stroking his hands down to Aaron’s waistband, Kenny paused, hovering just above the button of Aaron’s jeans, and he dipped away, eyes meeting Aaron’s with a question all but redundant.

Robbed of air, all Aaron could do was nod.

Kenny took the unspoken permission, unfastening his button and easing Aaron’s jeans down his hips. They pooled at his feet and Aaron kicked them off as Kenny’s breaths came hard and fast, peering down at the hardness poking his underwear. He was in a trance, unsure, so Aaron grabbed his neck, kissing him again, giving Kenny the drive to delve his hands inside his waistband, palms finding the smooth, heated skin of Aaron’s barearse. Then, hooking his wrists, Kenny tugged the fabric away from his hips, and with one last pull, he hoisted down Aaron’s boxers, freeing his hard, throbbing cock to the air. Aaron wriggled free of the last scrap of fabric, kicking them away to stand completely naked in front of Kenny.

Exhilaration ran hot through Aaron’s veins, a heady rush of adrenaline and desire with Kenny stitched together in a tailored three-piece suit and him stripped bare. But Kenny’s lips found his again, the kiss desperate, consuming, and their tongues tangled in a dance of desire, languid and relentless, Aaron’s skin scratching against the fibres of Kenny’s suit.

Kenny reached for his tie, loosening the knot, but Aaron broke the kiss to grab his wrist. “Leave it on.”

Kenny paused, searching Aaron’s face. So Aaron grabbed the silk blade to urge Kenny down to the rug. He went with him to the floor, a silent acknowledgment of Aaron’s desire. He got it. Aaron knew he would. Kenny knew him better than anyone. Knew his secret craving was for authority to suffocate him into submission. And Aaron released Kenny’s tie, spreading his arms wide along the rug, offering himself completely.

Kenny shifted, straddling Aaron’s hips, and the weight of his fully clothed body over him, dark and foreboding, was the delicious pressure Aaron needed. He could have combusted right there, consumed by Kenny, and his cock throbbed, hard and aching, so he wrapped his legs around Kenny’s waist, crushing him closer, deepening the kiss that had his head spinning.

Kenny cupped Aaron’s arse, squeezing, encouraging him to grind against him, to defile the pristine lines of his suit just as he was unravelling the careful order of his life. So rut, Aaron did. Erratic and desperate, the friction driving him wild and he moaned, grunted, lost control. Aaron hadn’t ever known desperation like it, and he fixed his legs around Kenny to remove any air between them.

“Aaron,” Kenny ground out between kisses, between headythrusts and nips of his neck. “Fuck. You’re fucking…” Then something clicked, as if Kenny realised the moment and what they were to each other. As if that role he played and didn’t show anyone else, like the one at Inferno, came out. Forhim. To control it.Him. And Aaron couldn’t get enough of his deep, sonorous voice in his ear as he crushed him into submission on every wrangled thrust. “That’s it, baby. Go on. That’s it. Get yourself off on me.”

It was dirty and desperate. Needy and impatient. And Aaron had no way of holding on, shameless and frantic to reach an end as quickly and recklessly as he could. As if it would limit the fallout of what would happen after.

It wouldn’t.

There was no going back from this.

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