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There was never a chance Aaron wasn’t going to follow Robert up the stairs. Not when he’d been trying to provoke him all night and something had finally worked.
Upstairs, with the door shut and locked, Robert seized Aaron and pulled him back in. The kisses were brief and biting before Robert shoved Aaron face-first on the bed: a soft landing for hard treatment. Robert followed him down, his knees making space between Aaron’s knees. His hand ran up Aaron’s spine—shirt and hoodie caught on his thumb and rucked up Aaron’s back—until his palm met the back of Aaron’s head. Robert pinned Aaron’s head down while he wrapped his arm around Aaron’s hips and hauled them into the air.
The manhandling, the assertiveness—it was everything Aaron had been craving since Robert started following him around like a persistence predator. Everything that he couldn’t give up after just one rough and dirty fumble in a backseat. Everything that a boffin like Finn couldn’t give him. The prospects in this village were dire.
Or they had been. Didn’t feel dire now, with Robert working his belt open and shoving his jeans and pants down to his knees. He heard Robert draw in an excited breath, and then his tongue was on Aaron’s arse.
Aaron moaned in surprised delight. Robert’s mouth was fantastic; Aaron’s body crackled with pleasure at every touch, and Robert didn’t stop touching him. He kneaded Aaron’s muscle in his hands while he dug in with his tongue. Hard, strong swipes that made it feel so big. Robert slowed down and gave him curved, tracing licks that made Aaron feel even more crazed. Aaron’s tight muscles were softening under Robert’s kneading tongue. Relaxing. Opening and being ignored. Aaron cursed Robert out and pretended that that wasn’t him begging for it.
Robert buried his face between Aaron’s cheeks. He trapped Aaron’s hole in the circle of his lips, and it was all wet, flickering, sucking pressure that made Aaron drip when Robert pulled away.
Robert spat on him. He hadn’t needed to. He’d wanted to.
He dove back in. Robert’s mouth made lewd sounds against Aaron: the swish of spit, the seal of lips on skin. There was an accompaniment of rough nasal inhales and moans that Aaron not only heard but felt. Every mmm vibrated through Robert’s jaw and lips and into Aaron. Aaron arched his back—and Robert spread his hand across the center of it and shoved down, pushed it concave again.
Robert kept Aaron pinned. He bit into the meat of his arse and growled. “Stay down.”
Aaron was glad to obey when the rewards were this.
Robert’s tongue played over Aaron’s hole: firm and flat strokes that pulled at his rim, and light patter that made Aaron feel empty when his body squeezed. Aaron gripped the pillow and panted under the onslaught. Robert had licked him so much that he felt loose without Robert ever even digging his tongue inside—and Aaron wanted it inside, he wanted it so much, Robert’s tongue or his fingers or, fuck, his cock…
It was no “or.” He wanted his cock.
Aaron’s dick was stiff between his spread thighs. Robert cupped it in his hand, Aaron’s shaft pressed to his hot palm, his fingers and thumb curling around to play with Aaron’s balls. Robert gave them a firm tug—not painful, but certainly felt.
Every pump of Aaron’s heart felt stronger than it ever had.
Robert separated from Aaron’s arse with a wet smack. He shifted, bed springs groaning under his knees. He curled over Aaron’s back and said near his ear, “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yeah, alright,” Aaron said, his words casual, his voice all breathy with want. He stretched his arm out for the nightstand, pulled a lubed condom from it, and chucked it over his shoulder. His breath caught as he listened to the crinkle of it going on. Then Robert shoved into him.
Aaron grunted at the punch. The full feeling was good; the grind, even better. Robert gripped him by the hips and encouraged him to rock into the thrusts.
“You’re tighter than I expected.” Robert’s voice was roughened with uneven breaths. “I saw you, catching an early morning taxi home. You went and got yourself a ‘drink,’ huh?”
Robert was clearly aiming to insult. Aaron, however, was thrilled by the dig. Robert didn’t seem to realize how much he was giving away—that he cared enough to notice, and cared enough to be jealous. And that was before Aaron’d even been trying.
“Fuck you,” Aaron said. All bite, no venom.
“No, fuck you,” Robert said, his hips making good on it. Robert’s hand closed around Aaron’s throbbing cock. He stroked him while he fucked him, in rhythm with Aaron’s pounding heart.
“You’re going to fix my car.”
Aaron’s mouth hung open as he gasped. The corners turned up. “Is this you payin’ upfront?”
“Shut up.” Robert slammed into him and twisted his cock.
Coming felt like a demolition, like being skillfully and explosively torn down. His hips juddered, caught in a brief loop of spilling come, clenching around the hard cock buried deep inside him, and spilling more.
Robert pulled out when Aaron’s grip went weak. He tore the condom off and came across the small of Aaron’s back. The splash of it was hot even against Aaron’s hot skin. Robert growled as he pumped it out of himself. The burning, dripping tip of his cock hit Aaron’s arsecheek. Aaron’s scattered consciousness reconvened on that spot. Robert’s legs folded, and his cock head dragged down to Aaron’s thigh, leaving a trail as it wiped off on him.
All of the remaining tension in Robert released with a sigh. He gave Aaron’s arse a slap, slipped off the bed, and refastened his trousers. Aaron’s hips collapsed. He turned over to better look at Robert.
Robert hadn’t undressed at all. He’d even kept his leather jacket on while he’d pounded Aaron. Like he’d been so wound up he couldn’t stop for anything. The sweat that he’d worked up from shagging Aaron didn’t have a chance to dry on his naked skin. Instead, it stayed in every damp fold of fabric that hugged Robert’s body.
The thought of it energized Aaron all over again. “Come back here,” he tried.
“This isn’t happening again,” Robert swore.
Luckily, Robert was a liar.