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“Jesus,” Aaron whispered.He ran his hands over Joel’s bared skin, belly to thighs.“Do you think you might manage a second time?”
“If you care to make me.”
Aaron’s hands closed on his prick.Joel watched his face, his intent dark eyes, his slightly parted lips.His hands were firm, one nudging between Joel’s thighs in exploration as the other worked him.
“This is very dedicated of you,” Joel managed.“In the circumstances.”
“You asked me what I thought about.I thought about the sounds you make, and how your hips move, all of it.I want to memorise how it feels to make you come because that is what I’m going to be thinking about for a very long time.”
Joel stared up at his face.Aaron gave a twisted sort of smile down.“So if you can tell me how best to get you there...”
“I need to feel you too.Wait.”Joel squirmed and turned under Aaron, muttering directions, until he was face down, Aaron’s hand under him, round his prick, Aaron’s weight on him, and his bare erection hot against Joel’s arse.
“Oh God,” Aaron whispered.“I’m not sure what I’m doing.”
“I want you all over me.Between my legs, or inside me, or rubbing like that, whichever you please, but I want to be humping your hand, and under you, and listening to you pleasing yourself.Can you do that?”
Aaron was moving gently, rubbing against Joel’s skin.“Like this?”
“Heavier.Don’t hold yourself up.”
“I don’t want to asphyxiate you.”
“I want your full weight,” Joel growled.“I want a big strong policeman on my back and between my legs.Have you got that?”
There was a tiny silence.Then a heavy hand came down on Joel’s back between his shoulderblades, pushing him into the settee.
“Fuck.That’s it.Oh Jesus, yes.”
He could feel the tension in Aaron’s muscles.He was pushing hard now, strong thighs over Joel’s, frotting against the crease of his arse, fingers gripping Joel’s prick and bony against his belly, and Joel did very much wish that they had a jar of petroleum jelly and a couple of hours, but this was perfect too.
“Joel,” Aaron whispered.“Is this what you like?”
“More.”
Aaron came down on his forearm, across Joel’s back, his full weight now.Joel attempted a wriggle just to see, and God, he really was trapped under the larger man.Aaron was pushing, driving, and they almost might be fucking, both of them rocking and grunting, hot breath and flesh and friction.Aaron kissed Joel’s neck with force and teeth, burying his face in the crook, panting anguished breaths, and Joel needed to come again, he desperately wanted to give Aaron that.“Oh Christ.Talk to me.Touch me.Tell me what you want and sodding do it.”
“You,” Aaron gasped in his ear.“I want you, and I want—”
Joel yelped.That was because Aaron had straddled him, hoisted his hips, and thrust between his thighs.Oxford style, but with his legs caught like this it felt so tight and hot and hard.“Christ, yes, fuck me like this,” he gasped, and Aaron growled, “I’ll give it to you as long as you want it,” and that was it for Joel.Coming a second time, bucking in Aaron’s unbreakable, painful, glorious grip, begging, “Yes, Jesus, please,” as Aaron drove him into the settee and sobbed into his ear.
They lay together.Joel couldn’t have moved at gunpoint.His bones were liquid, his thighs sticky, Aaron a dead weight on his back, and he quite wanted to cry again.
“That was bloody lovely,” he managed.
Aaron didn’t respond.He might be actually dead, and Joel couldn’t blame him.He lay with his face in upholstery, wondering if they could just lock the door and stay in here forever.
At last Aaron shifted.“Joel.”
“Mmm.”
“Joel.”He didn’t seem to have anything more to offer.“Are you all right?”
“Yes.Don’t move.”
“I meant—”
“It was exactly what I wanted.You were perfect.I’ve spunked all over your settee and you should clean it up or the stain will be a bugger to get out.”
