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“Now?” Aaron murmured back, and there was just the faintest hint of teasing in his voice like maybe he knew exactly what he was doing to Brad. A long, seductive, heated kiss followed, stealing Brad’s breath, maybe his very soul, even more, and Brad groaned and barely recognized the noises that spilled from his own lips as he forced his hips up, trying to take those fingers as deeply inside of himself, like they could somehow be enough even though he knew that they couldn’t.
“Now!” Brad insisted, and then there was an emptiness that was acutely painful because Aaron had slid his slippery fingers out of Brad’s body. He tensed up, only just then realizing how close those talented fingertips had been to getting him off, to making him come, when he lost them.
Aaron eased on top of him, and that helped. A little. Pausing only to drip more lube onto himself, he adjusted his cock, gripping and pressing it smoothly between the cheeks of Brad’s ass, and somehow, Brad found himself spreading his legs as widely as he could, inviting him in.
He had never thought to do this. And then he had thought, maybe if he and Aaron were really together, he would try it. But it had always been for Aaron, a favor to him. A sign of his love.
He had never known just how purely selfish it would make him, how good it would feel. How he might never let Aaron go, once he’d had that glorious dick buried inside of him.
“I love you,” Aaron whispered, and Brad had been waiting so long, his whole life, maybe, to hear those words. And with them, Aaron started to breach him, to push inside, slowly, so slowly. Just the tip, and when Brad’s ass opened up, Aaron sunk inside.
It should have been painful. That was what Brad had always heard, had always understood, about this act. It was supposed to hurt, especially the first time, but Aaron had prepared him too well, and any remnants of discomfort simply couldn’t stand up to the most intense pleasure, sense of fullness, connectedness, that Brad felt as Aaron bottomed out in him.
After that first thrust, neither of them moved for a long time. They just lay there, Aaron on top of Brad, finally connected in the most intimate way possible, and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, too.”
Brad heard his own voice, but it didn’t really sound like him. His body didn’t feel like his own, either, but in the best way. As if his words were a sign, Aaron did start to move then, and that was perhaps unfortunate because Brad had already been so damn close.
It was a few thrusts, a few seconds, maybe, before Brad was crying out and biting at Aaron’s shoulders as if to muffle the sound, but it wouldn’t be silenced. They clung and writhed, and Aaron was making noises, too, at least. At least it wasn’t just Brad.
And then Brad was coming. He couldn’t have resisted it any more than he could have demanded that the tide stopped coming in. The waves lapped at him, then covered him, swept him out into a sea of pleasure and belonging and love that he hadn’t, for all of his experience, even known existed.
Right in the middle of all of this, Aaron groaned and seized Brad’s lips in an intense kiss, and then Brad felt a wetness, a heat, coating his inner walls, and he knew that Aaron was coming, too. Sweat coated them in the grips of their shared pleasure, and for the first time, Brad understood.
Making love, that was what this had been, and he knew then that things would never be the same. Not for either of them, not now that this connection had been forged between them.
