He threw his head back, his climax erupting from him in a pearly arc.
Mike sighed, pleased and content as he was splashed with the liquid heat of his Dom’s release all over his torso.
Aiden didn’t immediately pull off. He stayed on top of Mike, grinding his hips against him, letting him feel every single clenching moment of his orgasm. Mike floated dreamily throughout it, his only movements involuntary ones, a trembling thigh muscle, twitching toe, flexing fingers.
When he finally, and not a little reluctantly swam up from that sea of bliss, Aiden was there, gently stroking his hair. Mike realized that he’d already been untied.
“You alright?” Aiden quietly asked.
“Yeah. Better than actually.”
“Here. Scooch.”
Aiden sat up against the headboard and guided Mike to lay between his spread legs. After he settled, Aiden began massaging his shoulders. The ache from having his arms over his head for an extended time melted away under his touch.
“You’re going to sleep, and if you want, we can talk more about your job in the morning.”
“Sounds good.” Mike took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slept.