Page 64 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Aaron wouldn’t let them.

“Fuck, oh, God,fuck.” Aaron dug his heels into Kenny’s back, gripping his hair, the soft yet wild strands between his fingers keeping him from falling off the cliff. “Fuck, Kenny.Fuck!”

Kenny’s lips found his again, eating his wild cries, and he grunted into his mouth as his ruts turned erratic. He nipped his earlobe. “Come for me, baby. Wanna see you fall a-fucking-part for me.”

With Kenny’s tongue inside his mouth, with the order and demand so feral, Aaron came in a fit of trembles he couldn’t temper and Kenny kissed him through it, letting him ride to his end, drain himself into his suit as he whispered, “Good boy,” over and over in his ear.

Then Kenny thrust his hips away, fiddling with his trousers, a quick flick and zip, and he dragged out his gloriously thick cock, fisting it and a couple of tugs had him spilling his load over Aaron’s belly with a feral, “Fuck, Aaron.”

He collapsed. Another kiss. Languid and profound. And, with a gentle roll, he shifted to Aaron’s side, swiping his handthrough the remnants on Aaron’s stomach. He raised his fingers to Aaron’s lips, inviting him to taste and Aaron flicked his tongue out in gluttony, licking each finger slowly, savouring every drop before Kenny took them back and did the same, sucking them clean.

After a moment of getting their breaths back, Aaron slipped his head to the side. “Might have ruined your nice suit there, doc.”

“I have others.”

Aaron grinned. “Good.”

Kenny held his gaze for a moment, then lifted on his elbow, hand gliding up to Aaron’s chest, splaying his fingers over his heart. “This changes everything.”

Aaron rolled onto his side, hooked his leg over Kenny’s hip, trousers still open and limp cock dangling out. “Don’t pretend we were anything other thanthisfrom the moment we met.” Aaron kissed him. “Your denial was infuriating. Don’t start it again.”

Kenny narrowed his eyes, then glided his hands along to Aaron’s arse and gripped firmly, palms hot over the curve of Aaron’s body as he rolled onto his back, pulling Aaron with him. The movement was seamless, like a slow dance, and Aaron straddled Kenny, legs bracketing Kenny’s hips, and smirked. Kenny rested his hands on Aaron’s chest, gliding his fingertips over his nipples, playing absently with his piercing. So Aaron reached for Kenny’s tie, the deep navy silk perfectly knotted against the dark magenta of his shirt, and lazily tugged it loose. As he worked the fabric free, the music stopped, so it was Kenny’s breathing mingling with the quiet rustle of the tie sliding through the collar that had Aaron’s heart thumping.

Kenny’s eyes stayed locked on Aaron, heavy-lidded and unblinking, his expression a mix of trust and yearning. Aaron let the tie fall to the floor, fingers trailing back to the top button of Kenny’s shirt.

“Gonna let me seeyounow?”

Kenny parted his lips in a silent exhale. “You already see me.”

Aaron bowed forward, pressing his lips to Kenny’s. It wasn’t a kiss meant to consume, but to reassure. To promise. Yeah, Aaron already saw him. Had seen him the moment he’d opened a Google search box and typed in his name. Had seen him from afar, and now up close.

He still wanted more. Always more. He couldn’t ever have enough.

There was too much of his hollow soul to fill.

He moved his fingers again, undoing the buttons of Kenny’s waistcoat first, then his shirt, unfastening the top, then the next, exposing the tanned skin of Kenny’s chest inch by inch. Aaron took his time, savouring every moment, every tiny detail, every reaction Kenny made, and when he reached the last button, Aaron dragged the shirt open, shoving it, along with his jacket and waistcoat, over Kenny’s shoulders and down his arms. Kenny rose to shrug out of it all, and Aaron ripped the academic getup from under him to reveal the bare expanse of his torso, strong and lean, scattered with dark hair from neck to stomach.

“God, you’re fucking hot.” Aaron explored Kenny’s chest, the dip between his collarbones, the warmth radiating from his skin.

He kept his touch slow, Kenny’s gaze never leaving his, hands resting on Aaron’s hips, stroking his bare skin, a subtle motion that made Aaron’s heart ache.

Kenny’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Aaron bent down again, their mouths meeting in a kiss, slower this time, less urgent and more connecting. Kenny dragged him closer, their bodies aligning as the kiss deepened. Then, with a fumble, Aaron had Kenny out of his trousers and underwear and finally, fully naked for him.

Time seemed to stretch then. Each touch, each shared glance, charged with an intensity foreign to Aaron. And as he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead on Kenny’s, both of them breathless and trembling, he knew this moment would stay with him forever.

Whether Kenny would, he doubted.

Chapter sixteen

The Closest Thing to Crazy

Kenny shifted them both to the sofa.

The worn rug might have sufficed moments ago, but this was better. Warmer, more intimate, and he draped the thick blanket over Aaron, cocooning them both from the biting November chill. There, facing him, he entangled his legs with Aaron’s, laying his hand on Aaron’s hip, the other tucked under his head, their bare skin brushing which, although they had been like this before, now feltreal.

Tender.

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