Page 88 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Tearing his mouth from Aaron’s, Kenny’s chest heaved as he knelt back on his knees. A growl rumbled in Aaron’s chest as he stared up, breath catching at the sight—Kenny fisting himself, eyes locked onto him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Kenny then curled his fingers tighter around Aaron’s throat, firm but measured, grounding him with the weight of dominance where he could, no doubt, feel his pulse hammering beneath his grip, and he leaned down, pressing the length of his cock against Aaron’s and wrapping his hand around them both. Their slick skin slid together as Kenny intertwined their fingers, spreading the squelching lube between them. Aaron bucked beneath him, desperate for more friction. Moreanything.

Kenny grinned. Dark. Feral.Hungry.

He moved his hand in tight, rhythmically rough strokes, cocks sliding against each other, wet and wanting, pushing them both closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” Kenny whispered.

Aaron snapped his eyes open, locking onto Kenny’s lust fuelled gaze. His lips parted as he panted heavily. Then Kenny pressed his thumb against Aaron’s pulse, right at his throat—firm, commanding—stealing all the air from his lungs. His vision swam, stars edging in. He couldn’t see anymore. Couldn’tthink.

All he could do wasfeel.

Pleasure surged through him like fire. He trembled, quaking under the sensation, every nerve alight, strung out and burning for release.

“That’s it, baby.” Kenny fisted them both with relentless desperation. “Let go.”

Aaron did. And he convulsed as he came, hot and hard. Kenny groaned, shuddering as he, too, reached his climax, thick ropes of come landing over Aaron’s stomach, mixing with his own. Kenny slowed his strokes, milking the last of their pleasure before collapsing onto Aaron, slick with sweat and come.

He released his grip on Aaron’s throat, moving to cup his cheek. “That’s my boy.”

Aaron turned his head, lips seeking Kenny’s, and lapped up those words. His praise. The way Kenny staked his claim on him.

He wasn’t getting it back.

After a moment, Kenny reached for the tissues on his nightstand, handing oneto Aaron. He then slipped under the covers and pulled Aaron to him, circling his arm around Aaron’s waist to hold him close. They lay face to face, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable, and Kenny stroked away Aaron’s hair from his forehead as if smoothing out something fragile.

Aaron watched him, crumbling, and couldn’t bring himself to look away. But after a long moment, he broke the quiet.

“Tell me what happened between you and the detective?”

Kenny’s eyes glimmered before he closed them, exhaling deeply. “You don’t really want to know that.”

“I do.” Aaron scratched his nails through Kenny’s beard, coaxing him to open his eyes. “I want to know everything about you. Every insignificant detail.”

Kenny’s eyes locked on Aaron’s. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Aaron chewed on his lip. “Call it being a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I’m just curious about your life before me. Or probably for some other reason you’ll explain in half a second.”

Kenny’s lips curved into the faintest smile, though his eyes remained serious and he stroked his hand down to cup the side of Aaron’s face. “It’s not unusual to want to know what came before you. When you’re deeply drawn to someone, especially when there’s so much intensity between you, the unknown feels like a threat. You want to understand what came before you because it helps you frame where you fit now.”

Aaron swallowed hard, the truth of Kenny’s words striking too close to home. “So, what? I’m jealous of him because he had you first?”

“Maybe.” Kenny wriggled, getting comfortable. “But it’s deeper than that. It’s about validation. You’re searching for proof that I’ve never felt likethisbefore. That what we have is unique. It’s not just curiosity. It’s reassurance. A way to quiet the part of you wondering if this is routine for me. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Aaron wanted to protest, to argue that Kenny was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. He hated how exposed he felt, how easily Kenny could see right through him. Did he know he was in love with him?

Would he care?

But eventually, his need to know outweighed his need for self-preservation. “Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Felt like this before?”

Kenny’s expression softened as he ghosted his forehead to Aaron’s. “You don’t need to compete with my past. Just like I don’t yours. This is thisnow.”

Aaron narrowed his eyes. “You’re a real pain in the arse, you know that?”

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