Blake’s hands press firm into the front of Aiden’s hips, pulling him back so that he can rut against his ass. Aiden groans at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What do you like?” Blake asks, his voice silky, and ragged. It makes Aiden’s heart rattle in his chest, and he sighs a shaky breath when Blake begins to palm the front of his dress pants. He wants the damn things off already, tired of the constriction from his erection.
“Pretty much anything,” Aiden whispers, his hip jerking up as Blake removes his dress shirt and places a palm right on his stomach. “Uh, you?”
“Same,” Blake says, spinning Aiden around for another knee-weakening kiss. It’s slow and scorching, and needy all at the same time. Aiden doesn’t know how Blake does it, but he’s willing to sell everything he’s got as long as Blake is willing to keep giving it up.
They fumble into the bedroom, shucking off clothes and leaving a trail in it’s wake, their mouths hungry. Blake’s skin tastes even better without clothes, the long expanse of smooth stomach warm under Aiden’s fingertips.
When Aiden gets a chance to circle the tip of his tongue over Blake’s nipple, he smiles at the noise it elicits.
Aiden doesn’t know how he ends up pushed against the floor to ceiling window of the bedroom. The curtains are drawn open, and he yelps at the cold glass against his back.
“Cold?” Blake asks, tugging at Aiden’s belt aggressively.
Aiden arches away to help give his back a little reprieve. “A little, yeah.”
Blake chuckles, dropping to his knees and pulling down Aiden’s pants and underwear in one go, settling them onto the floor. Somewhere in the blur to the bedroom, Aiden kicked off one shoe but not the other, and Blake takes his time helping Aiden remove his socks and the forgotten shoe. He slides his hands up Aiden’s legs, squeezing at the spot above his knee, thumbs leaving a blazing trail in their absence.
Aiden bites his lip when Blake stares at his jutting cock in front of his face, heat flushing through his cheeks. Blake licks his lips, places both of his hands around the base of Aiden’s cock, and squeezes tight.
“Oh, oh,” Aiden breathes, his hand automatically reaching up and grabbing at Blake’s hair to steady himself. Blake waits until Aiden opens his eyes and peers down at him, wicked grin spreading across his face, as he opens his mouth wide and moves the head of Aiden’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Aiden gasps, his grip growing tighter in Blake’s hair. It’s smooth and soft between his fingers, and when he gives it a tiny jerk to guide where he wants Blake’s mouth to go, Blake’s flutters his eyes shut, eyelashes resting against his cheeks.
He looks beautiful. He looks absolutely gorgeous when he takes the head of Aiden’s dick into his mouth, circling that wicked tongue over and over again, back and forth, sucking and mouthing, leaving Aiden crying out like a bitch in heat.
Aiden’s never been the type to be super loud in the bedroom, but something about Blake is lighting him up, splitting him apart.
“Wait, wait,” Aiden protests, and Blake pulls back, pulling off and leaving a string of saliva between his bottom lip and Aiden’s cock. His mouth is swollen, a blush radiating on his cheeks, and Aiden damn near wants to shove his cock back in so he can fuck his mouth senseless.
“Everything okay?” Blake asks, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Uh, yeah,” Aiden replies, his voice low and ragged. Blake’s breathing is labored, his dark eyes wide with anticipation. Aiden swallows around the tightness in his throat at how close the tip of his cock is to Blake’s mouth. He wants to push it between his lips again, feel that wet heat.
Blake raises an amused eyebrow. “But?”
“I just didn’t want to—you know. Too soon.” Aiden closes his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that Blake doesn’t just start laughing at him for sounding so inexperienced.
He isn’t inexperienced, far from it, but it’s been a while since he’s felt like this about someone. That all-encompassing thrill, and ease of learning someone’s body before sex.
Especially on the first try.
Blake rolls back on his heels, lifting himself up with ease, placing both of his hands on either side of Aiden’s face. “I see,” he says softly, eyes roving over Aiden’s features. “So what do you want to do instead?”
“Um,” Aiden starts, and shivers when Blake trails the flat of his tongue along his shoulder and up to his ear. He doesn’t want to fuck or be fucked—not that he doesn’t love it, he does—because the preparation always feels like it takes forever, and mouths are pretty fucking amazing.
Like Blake’s, which is turning out to be very distracting.
He gently pushes him away so that he can focus on what he wants to say.
“I want to blow you,” he says evenly. “I’m not in the mood for penetration, and your mouth is too fucking good to pass up.”
Blake chuckles, leaning forward, kissing Aiden chastely. “Well I’m down for anything, as long as it’s getting you off,” he murmurs against Aiden’s mouth.
Aiden grips Blake’s hips, pushing him back until he falls onto the bed, and straddles him. He begins working on his belt and pants, turning over on his side, with the strong command that Blake get naked as soon as possible.
Blake stands up and slowly pushes down his pants and underwear, a long cock coming into view. Blake’s mouth starts to water as he gets a full look at the reddened tip, and he crooks a finger indicating for Blake to come closer.
To his surprise, Blake crawls onto the bed, his head facing the other direction. Aiden is treated to a mouth-watering close-up of Blake’s firm stomach, his dick hanging heavy no more than an inch from his chin, and while Aiden’s not complaining about the view, it’s a little unexpected.
“Wha—” Aiden starts, and then bites out, “Oh fuck me,” when Blake lifts his leg up and brings his cock into his mouth. He can hear Blake hum around him, and his hip reflexively jerks forward, hitting the soft back of Blake’s throat.
Then the velvet heat is gone in an instant, and Aiden holds back a whine. When Blake speaks, his voice raspy. “You can keep doing that. I don’t mind.”
“Oh God,” Aiden moans, and then decides to shut himself up by taking the cock that’s literally in front of him into his mouth. Blake isn’t huge, but he can’t fit him entirely into his mouth, and Aiden grabs the base with one hand, holding onto Blake’s knee with the other.
The only sounds that fill the room are the noises of their mouths, mixed with the muffled moans of their pleasure. Aiden sucks harder, loving the salty bitter taste of Blake’s precome on this tongue, and the earthy scent of his body.
It’s heady and addicting and Aiden wants to drown in this, drag it out for as long as he possibly can.
Which isn’t long, because just as Blake traces a fingertip over his ass and towards his hole, Aiden pulls back and blurts out, “Oh god, I’m going to come, fuck I can’t—” and Blake sucks harder, circles his asshole with a dry finger and he’s gone, done for.
Aiden tosses his head to the ceiling and belts out a rattled groan, jerking his hips forward as his orgasm crashes over him.