Mike’s gaze went to Aiden’s hair. He raised a hand and brushed it over the thick braid. “I really like your hair. But I’ve only seen it down once. I’d love to see it down again.”
“I can do that. Have a seat.”
Mike sat down on the couch. He expected Aiden to quickly undo his braid. He should have known better. Aiden was a performer, he loved to tempt and seduce anyone watching him. With a confident air, he made a show of taking down his hair.
First, he drew the braid over his shoulder and slowly removed the elastic band on the end. Some of the hair unraveled on its own, but Aiden didn’t otherwise touch it. Instead, he crossed his arms at the wrists and grabbed the hem of his sweater, tugging it over his head. He tossed it on the couch next to Mike. But Mike didn’t move, his gaze locked on the gorgeous man in front of him. Aiden tilted his head to the side and combed his fingers through the loosened braid, occasionally throwing flirtatious glances at him from beneath his lashes as he worked. When the braid was gone, he shook his head, and the entire silken mass fell behind his shoulders where Mike could barely see it.
Disappointed, he raised his gaze to Aiden’s. Aiden breathed a soft, knowing chuckle. He stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of Mike, in between his legs.
“I want to get naked for you, Michael. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” Mike answered without hesitation, but his shoulders tightened, assuming he would be expected to get undressed as well. But Aiden surprised him. He leaned down, some of his hair spilling over his shoulder with the movement.
“You’re going to keep your clothes on the entire time. Don’t worry about me asking you to take anything off because I’m not going to.”
The tension disappeared as fast as it arrived. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome, Michael.” Aiden stood up straight again. After kicking off his boots, he raised a hand to push his hair back behind his shoulder, then let that hand drift down to the waistband of his jeans.
“Help me take my pants off?”
“Of course.” Mike reached out to unbutton and unzip the jeans. He was about to push them down when Aiden quickly stepped back out of reach. Aiden took over, shimmying out of the jeans with little twists of his hips that were clearly designed to capture Mike’s attention. He watched as the jeans slid down, revealing his toned legs. Aiden kicked out of them without getting tangled up or any of the usual awkwardness most people experienced when they took off their jeans while standing. The shirt and jeans gone, Aiden was left in a pair of tight black briefs with a small pink heart embroidered on the hip.
Aiden turned around to face away from the couch, hair swinging before it settled against his naked back. He slipped the tips of his fingers into the waistband of those tight little briefs, bending over slightly as he tugged them down. Mike’s mouth went dry as the naked skin of his round ass came into view. The perfection of it far surpassed all of his imaginings. Plump, with the sweetest curve. Two thick handfuls to grab on to when Aiden was bouncing on his cock or riding his face. Mike shifted on the couch, spreading his knees apart to accommodate his stiffening cock.
When Aiden spun back around, he was gorgeously, gloriously naked. With another one of his flirtatious smiles curling his full pink lips, he raked his fingers through his hair, draping all of it in front of his shoulders.
“Here’s your reward,” he said as he smoothed his palms over the ebony strands.
Mike hardly knew where to look first. All of that moonlight pale skin with midnight black strands of hair sliding over his torso, shielding and revealing in turn. Delicate fingers danced down the silky trail of hair beneath Aiden’s navel that led to the small patch of trimmed, dark curls. Just below, his cock was slightly hard, the tip flushed the same pretty pink as his lips. While Mike stared, Aiden moved to stand in between his feet again.
“Touch me,” he softly demanded.
Mike reached forward with his right hand without thinking. When he realized what he was doing he tried to pull away and switch to his left. But Aiden grasped that hand and brought it to his cock.
“I said, touch me,” he said in a firmer tone before releasing Mike’s hand.
His heart pounding, Mike obeyed the command. He cupped Aiden’s balls, squeezing gently, then stroked up the length of his cock with his gloved hand. Aiden moaned, his head falling back, unashamedly letting Mike see how much his touch pleased him.
Mike pushed aside his initial discomfort in touching Aiden with his damaged hand, and gave in to the urge to explore Aiden’s body as he wanted. He pumped his cock with long, languid strokes, brushed his thumb over the dip in his hip bones, smoothed his hand around to cup Aiden’s ass, tapping it lightly to feel it jiggle against his palm. Then back to stroke his cock some more, his own breath growing short in his chest as Aiden grew stiff, hard, and flushed with arousal.
Aiden brought his head back up. “That feels amazing,” he said in a husky whisper. “But I need you to tell me, Michael. Do you like touching me like this?”
“Absolutely. I’ve wanted to touch you and pleasure you for days now.” It was the honest truth. And now that he had Aiden naked in front of him while he rubbed his hands all over his cock and ass, his own arousal was throbbing behind his jeans. He started to open his pants to work on pleasuring himself at the same time but Aiden stopped him with a sharp command.
“No. You don’t touch that unless I give you permission. Hand back on the couch.”
Mike’s eyes went wide. His hand fell still, back on the couch as ordered while his cockthrobbedat being denied attention. Heat spread from his chest throughout his entire body at the bossy way Aiden told him what to do and his instinctive compliance to the order.
“What’s your color, Michael?”
His answer was immediate. “Green.”
“Tell me why you like touching me.”
Remembering that Aiden said he wanted his partners to worship him, Mike closed his eyes and thought about what he could say to please him. After the first words came to mind, he opened his eyes, letting them drag from Aiden’s flat, toned stomach up his smooth chest, past those sinful lips, to the golden eyes watching him with calm expectation.
“I like touching you because you’re gorgeous, but also because I want to make you feel good.” Mike paused after that admission. He’d always cared about making sure his sexual partners enjoyed themselves, but tonight Aiden’s pleasure was at the forefront of his mind. He had an emerging sense that his main purpose was to please the raven-haired man in front of him. He took a breath, ready to continue but Aiden spoke first.