Orin unbuckled his harness as he turned his chair to face Ari, brows lifted inquisitively.
Ari suddenly didn’t know what to do with his limbs, fingers clutching the harness as his feet shuffled against the base of his chair, clunky in the new, unfamiliar boots.
“I have been thinking,” he said.
“Ain’t exactly surprised to hear that,” Orin responded with a chuckle.
Aristotle lowered his head. When he lifted his lashes to check, Orin was staring with a dazed expression, eyes flitting away when Ari caught him.
Ari focused on the line of dark stubble meandering down Orin’s jawline, forcing words past the claw of anxiety in his throat. “After further consideration, I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I was too hasty in my previous decision regarding the depth of our association.”
Now Orin gave him laser focus, broad hands shifting to grip his armrests so tightly the muscles jumped in his forearms. His quiet voice dropped straight down Ari’s spine.
“You reckon?”
Ari nodded haltingly, fingers half releasing and then refastening the buckle on his harness repeatedly. Orin tracked the motion for a moment before pinning his attention back on Ari’s red face. Ari sucked on his bottom lip, releasing it with a pop that seemed to center all of Orin’s attention.
Ari heaved a shaky breath, searching for the audacity to continue.
“Indeed. I now believe that—provided we enter into any furthering of our acquaintance with the understanding that my mission and duty to my brother must come before all else—it would not be entirely inadvisable to continue exploring all aspects of our partnership.”
Orin leaned forward, his chair creaking in protest. His hands released the armrests to rub fitfully at his knees.
“You’re saying you changed your mind about taking part in a little meaningless diversion, sweetheart?”
Ari shivered at the heat in Orin’s gaze.
“Yes,” he gasped.
Orin’s whispered “Thank the rusted stars” was nearly drowned out by the heavy thud of his knees hitting the metal floorboards and his hands scrambling at the buckles of Ari’s flight harness.
The harness was quickly shoved aside, thick fingers moving on to the fastenings of Ari’s trousers and the button at the waist of his drawers with confident precision. It was not entirely unlike the efficient way they worked the flight controls, Ari thought hysterically.
Before he could do more than choke at the transcendent sensation of Orin’s rough hands sliding into the opening of his drawers, Ari found himself exposed to the cool air of the cockpit.
Orin’s broad chest heaved, his eyes as reverent on Ari’s flesh as they’d been upon the dash. He circled the base of Ari’s cock in his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling it to stand away from his body as he studied Ari’s face.
“This alright, beautiful?”
Already panting, Ari clawed at the armrests as he nodded frantically. “Yes. I. Yes, please.”
Orin beamed up at him and winked before swallowing him down to the root.
Ari didn’t know what to do with himself. His whole body shuddered as he was engulfed by the wet heat of Orin’s mouth.
He tried to close his own mouth around the moan rising in his throat at the sight of Orin’s full lips stretched around him.
Orin slid his way up to lick a wide stripe along the underside, murmuring so closely his lips dragged against the shaft. His voice dropped an octave, wrecked and filled with gravel. “Beautiful.”
Ari couldn’t stop shaking as Orin sucked him back down, his arms hooking under Ari’s knees as large hands slid under him to shove his trousers down to his thighs and take firm hold of his ass.
Orin lifted him to his lips as though he were drinking from a cup, and Ari could only pant helplessly when he started bobbing his head. His stubble scraped against the sensitive skin of Ari’s thighs, causing his heart to explore the possibility of bursting from his chest.
The waves of pleasure were building far too rapidly for Ari to do anything but be helplessly carried along.
He barely managed to stutter out, “I can’t. I can’t. I’m going to—” before Orin lifted honey eyes to meet his, and he was spilling down his throat, whining as Orin swallowed around him.
Orin withdrew with a little kiss to the tip, making Ari shudder once more as he collapsed back onto his folded legs on the floor.
Ari hurried to tuck himself away into his trousers as Orin eased up into the pilot’s chair.
Ari chanced a glimpse at Orin to find him smiling softly, waiting until he’d caught Ari’s eye before wiping his mouth on the edge of his hand with another wink and then sucking his thumb into his mouth with a contented hum.
“Knew you’d be sweet, sugar,” he mumbled around it.
They both took a moment to catch their breath until Ari’s gaze snagged on the prominent bulge in Orin’s trousers. He slid to the edge of his chair, hesitating for a few seconds before getting clumsily to his knees between Orin’s spread thighs.
Orin’s lips parted in shock as he started to speak, growled instead, then cleared his throat and tried again.
“Nah, baby, you don’t gotta do that. I’m alright.”
Ari squared his shoulders until they pressed against the insides of Orin’s thighs, lifting his chin defiantly. “What if I want to?”
Orin smoothed gentle fingers over the top of Ari’s head, meeting Ari’s gaze. “Well, then, I’d say please and thank you, if you would be so kind, sweetheart.”
Orin was breathing so heavily the buttons were straining across his chest. He licked his lips and Ari’s attention was drawn to how swollen his mouth was, a stab of desire piercing him at the sight.
Ari slid tentative hands up Orin’s thighs; Orin trained on them like he was witnessing a miracle. Ari brushed his fingertips against the burning length of his cock pressed against his trousers, listening to Orin’s breath hitch in his throat as the chair squeaked in protest of his iron grip on the armrests.
Orin transferred his restless hands to the outside of his thighs as Ari worked open the button fly of his trousers, peeling back the layers to expose the nest of black curls surrounding his rigid length.
Ari pulled him from his trousers, trying to stem the shaking in his hands as he discovered that his fingers could barely meet around the circumference.
The daunting size of him was not so much surprising as it was the fulfillment of Aristotle’s deepest, darkest fantasies, throbbing right there in his grasp.
He wrapped both hands around, spreading his fingers until only the flushed head was exposed. He couldn’t be sure whose moan was loudest at the sight.
Ari tried to get his breathing under control enough to speak, unable to tear his attention away from the bead of moisture welling from Orin’s slit.
“I have a confession. I am not terribly. I have never. I haven’t done this before. Or. Or anything close to this, ever.”
Orin’s thighs flexed against Ari’s shoulders, his cock rocking forward just slightly in Ari’s grasp. His voice rumbled through Ari’s bones.
“You’re doing great, gorgeous.”
Ari peeked up through his lashes, warring between exuberance and hesitancy, and Orin zeroed in on him like a man held at gunpoint.
Ari struggled to hold his wide gaze.