It’s the best orgasm he’s had in months.
Blake pulls back, a small amount of spunk dribbling down his chin, and before he can move a fucking inch, Aiden’s back on his cock, bobbing his head and circling his tongue over the crown. Blake angles onto his back, his hand gripping hard onto Aiden’s shoulder, holding on for dear life.
Then the words come, and Aiden finds out that Blake is a talker.
“Oh god, you feel so fucking good, yes, yes, don’t stop,” he babbles, his fingers grabbing the hairs at the nape of Aiden’s neck. “Please don’t stop, please,” he begs, and it only makes Aiden go faster, suck harder.
He pops his mouth off when Blake says he’s close to coming and shuffles away, kissing Blake’s leg when he whines in protest.
“I want you to fuck my face,” Aiden instructs.
Blake blinks several times, eyes dazed before the instruction catches up.
“Oh okay,” he whispers, his voice slurred and scratchy. Aiden adjusts on the bed so that his head is towards the headboard.
As Blake straddles him, Aiden tosses the pillow to the side, pulling forward as he scoots down on the mattress.
The duvet gathers around his shoulders, and it’s a little uncomfortable but the discomfort disappears the moment Aiden gets a glimpse of Blake straddling his face, knees sitting on either side of his head. His chest is flushed, and his hair is an utter mess, eyes half-lidded and dazed.
He looks fucked out and Aiden is about to do everything he can to return the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave Aiden.
“You’re going to want to hold onto the headboard,” Aiden advises gently. Blake nods, spreading flat palms over the top.
“Good boy,” Aiden praises, gripping two fistfuls of his ass. Blake tilts his head to the ceiling and groans, dragging the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.
“You can spank me,” Blake says, glancing down at Aiden with a lazy smirk. “I like it. A lot.”
Aiden slaps the skin with a force that will sting but not hurt. Blake rolls his eyes in pleasure, hissing, “Yes.”
“C’mon,” Aiden urges, his lips tracing along the bottom of Blake’s cock. “Put it in.”
“Fuck yes,” Blake says with a sigh. He wraps a hand around the base, gliding into Aiden’s open mouth, his eyes widening as he watches it slide in and out between Aiden’s lips. “God, you should see yourself. You look fucking incredible.”
Aiden hums, giving a slap on Blake’s ass as a response. Blake groans, and chuckles, nodding encouragement. “Keep doing that, baby, and you’re gonna make me come right away.”
The term of endearment travels through Aiden like a tripwire, live and electric. He begins teasing with his mouth while smacking Blake’s ass, alternating between each cheek with an even rhythm that sends him bending over and gasping.
When Aiden’s not smacking his ass, he goes back to sucking Blake’s cock, dragging his fingernails along the hot skin of his ass, and then coming back over it with a gentle touch of his fingertips. Aiden loves the way it makes Blake shiver, the way he’s falling apart under his command.
He keeps doing this until Blake a shuddering mess, speaking nonsensically and begging.
“You like it? Want me to keep going?”
“Oh, fuck, please don’t stop. I need—I need—”
Aiden kisses the tip of Blake’s dick, a gentle hand grazing up and down his warm ass. “Shh, it’s okay, I’ll get you there.”
He goes back to sucking, gripping his hips bruisingly hard, guiding him in long slow strides in and out of his mouth. Blake’s hand blindly reaches out and grips at Aiden’s hair, tugging at the root as he shouts his impending orgasm.
Aiden hums encouragingly, opening his mouth wider and dragging the flat of his tongue on the spot under the tip.
Then Blake’s practically screaming, his head tossing back as he yells to the ceiling, a long string of colorful words and affirmations tumbling out of him just as he spills his hot come into Aiden’s mouth.
Aiden attempts to swallow it, but the angle is awkward and he ends up choking on some and pulling back to get a breath.
He ends up with some of Blake’s spunk on his chin and cheek, but Aiden doesn’t care, too enthralled with the way that Blake is panting above him as though he’s been running full blast for the last half hour. His hair plastered to his temples, chest beaded with sweat from his exertion.
He looks debauched and beautiful.
Blake is still gripping onto the headboard, his eyes closed, a blissful smile spreading onto his face. When peers down, a warm look of affection radiates off him, and Aiden’s chest tightens.
“I don’t know where the fuck you learned that,” Blake says between gasps of breath, “but if you fuck at all like that, I’m keeping you forever.”
“Oh is that the prerequisite?” Aiden teases.
“Hell yes,” Blake announces, hiking a leg over and collapsing onto the mattress on his back, staring at the ceiling. He flings an arm over his head with a happy sigh.
Aiden takes the opportunity to half-heartedly wipe at the sticky mess on his face, just to give himself something to do.
This is the make or break part, the part where the person you’ve had sex with sets the tone of what will happen next. Aiden really wants a shower, but he doesn’t know if he can ask about that. At the very least he can rinse off his face.
But really, he just doesn’t want to go back to his apartment smelling of sex and jizz. He will if he has to, but it’s not exactly preferable.
It doesn’t help too that getting a ride home will be a fucking nightmare. He was prepared to pay the ridiculous fee at the party, because his intention was to leave early, but now it’s well past midnight and all the options are going to be swamped and have surge pricing.
Really, Aiden knows, it’s that he doesn’t want to ring in his new year by going to bed alone.
Blake shifts until he’s on his side, the flat of his hand settling onto Aiden’s chest.
“Wanna stay?” he whispers, earning a surprised look from Aiden. He has a moment where he wonders if he just made his secret confession known. “I mean if you want,” he adds quickly.
Blake smiles again, but instead of that usual flirtatious confidence, it’s actually sheepish. Aiden likes it. He likes it a lot. “It’s just the breakfast here is pretty legit and I figured we could try it out. Together.”
“Yeah?” Aiden whispers, too scared to speak louder. Just in case he didn’t hear him right.
“Yeah,” Blake says with that blinding wide smile, a finger tracing over the corner of Aiden’s mouth and down his throat. “Wanna shower? I feel kinda gross.”
Aiden snorts because it’s not as if Blake is the one that has dried come all over his face. But he definitely wants a shower.
“That sounds amazing.”
The shower stall is as glamorous as the rest of the suite, with a separate jacuzzi tub sitting in the corner. Aiden secretly wonders if they can test it out together later.
The water is hot and relaxing, and instead of focusing on cleaning off the mess of sex, their shower turns into a heavy makeout session. Aiden decides to take his time tasting Blake’s wet skin with his tongue, which then turns into Blake jerking Aiden off as water flows in thick rivulets over Blake’s shoulders, his hair tickling Aiden’s chin while he nibbles and sucks on his neck.