Page 33 of Just a Bit Captivated

“What if he talks?” he gasped out, pushing Zain’s thobe out of the way and fumbling with his trousers’ zipper. It seemed Aiden would have to take the matters into his own hands if he wanted to get off. Zain’s internalized homophobia and stubbornness wouldn’t let him act on his desires, no matter how hard his cock was.

“He won’t,” Zain said flatly. “My staff knows better than to talk about anything they see in my house.”

Aiden fished out Zain’s erection and stroked it greedily while he pulled his own cock out of his sweatpants with his other hand. He pressed their cocks together and wrapped his hand around them, staring in fascination at the contrast between Zain’s darker, bigger cock and his own.

A drop of pre-come appeared at the tip of Zain’s cock, and Aiden used his thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over Zain’s thick, veiny cock and then his own. Christ, it looked so filthy. Itwasfilthy: both of them fully clothed but for their hard cocks, in the middle of the dining room with the door unlocked, Aiden writhing and rutting against the older man like the aforementioned cat in heat. He wished hewerea cat in heat: then he would be leaking and wet and wouldn’t need any lube to sit on Zain’s cock right now, right here, as he wanted to do. God, he wanted to get fucked again. He’d done it only once, but he already craved it: to feel the impossible, delicious stretch as Zain used his hole to get off.

Moaning, Aiden buried his face in Zain’s neck and started jacking them off, wishing they could do more than that, wishing they could fuck for real. If only there was lube here…

Aiden whipped his head to the table and his eyes zeroed in on the bottle of olive oil.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said tersely when Aiden grabbed the bottle.

Aiden smiled dazedly, liberally slicking Zain’s cock with oil, stroking it greedily and marveling at its silky texture and girth. “Giving you a hole to fuck,” he said, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down.

“You can’t be serious,” Zain ground out, watching Aiden reach back and push an oiled finger into his asshole. “We’re in the dining room.”

“That didn’t bother you when you fucked my mouth here the other day,” Aiden said, gasping as he pushed another finger in. Oh, the stretch felt so good.

“I’m not fucking you without a condom.”

“I don’t have any STDs. You got my test results when youboughtme, remember? Aren’t you clean too?”

Zain glared at him as Aiden lined up his cock against his asshole.“I am. It’s still unnatural and unhygienic.”

Aiden rolled his eyes with a grin.“You aren’t the one who’ll have to clean jizz out of your asshole, so shut up and enjoy, Your Highness.” And he sank down onto Zain’s erection, his breath hitching as his desire to be filled up was finally satisfied.

“Ohh,” he sighed, laying his head on Zain’s shoulder. He rocked back and forth a little but otherwise remained seated on Zain’s cock.

“Aren’t you going to move?” Zain said by his ear. He was breathing unsteadily, his hands coming to rest on Aiden’s ass.

“It feels good this way too,” Aiden said softly, almost dreamily.“The fullness. It’s delicious. Your cock is thick enough to make me feel good even when it’s not moving. I could sit on your cock all day. Can I sit on your cock all day? You can use me as a cocksleeve. Your personal cockwarmer.” He shivered, the idea going straight to his cock. To just sit there and be a wet hole for Zain to fuck…

“I’ve never seen a bigger slut than you,” Zain said, biting his neck. His hips started moving, fucking up into Aiden’s hole.“You’re a whore for cock.”

“Youmade me into one.” Aiden moaned, gyrating his hips.“Oh god, don’t stop.”

Zain didn’t stop. Aiden was of little help, but Zain made fucking up into him look effortless. Zain fucked like a machine, steady and relentless. Aiden could only hold onto his wide shoulders and whimper helplessly, rocked up with every thrust of Zain’s cock.

“Be quiet,” Zain gritted out, his features contorted as though in pain.“You’re loud.”

“I can’t—aah—ahh—so good… Why does this feel so good with you—you’re a dick—”

Zain crushed his mouth against his, probably to shut him up, but Aiden didn’t mind. He whimpered into Zain’s mouth, sucking on his tongue greedily as Zain’s cock hammered into him, again and again. God—god—he couldn’t get enough—almost, almost there—

Aiden came so hard tears sprang to his eyes, a sob leaving his throat as he clung to Zain’s firm body with all his strength. His hole squeezed around Zain’s cock, and Zaingroanedand spilled into him, his fingers digging hard into Aiden’s buttocks.Having another man’s come in his asshole should probably have felt more weird. Bizarrely, it didn’t.

Panting, Aiden put his head back onto Zain’s shoulder, his arms relaxing their death-grip on Zain’s back and shifting to a tired embrace. God. He felt so good.

“This was awesome,” he murmured into Zain’s neck. His voice sounded drunk. He felt drunk. “You’re such a good fuck.”

Zain made a sound that was a mix of exasperated and disgusted.“Get off my cock.”

Aiden lifted his head and smiled at him, stretching lazily.“Not until you admit that it was awesome.”

Zain gave him the stink eye.

Aiden blew him a kiss and reluctantly got off him, wincing a little as Zain’s cock slipped out. Tugging his boxers and sweatpants up, he carefully sat down in the chair to Zain’s right.

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