“Mmmm.”
Aiden hummed that low sound that set off lifting swoops of arousal behind Mike’s navel and made his cock twitch every time he heard it.
“I like hearing that, but I think it would sound even better if you were on your knees.”
Mike nodded and easily slipped to the floor to kneel. But then he froze. He’d been on his knees to give oral to partners before but this was different. There was more to his current position than giving physical pleasure. More even than the surprise enjoyment he had obeying the simple commands Aiden had given him so far. He was discovering a part of himself that he hadn’t even known existed and offering it to Aiden. The realization sent a small shockwave through him.
Aiden reached out and brushed a gentle hand through Mike’s hair.
“What’s your color, Michael?”
A heartbeat passed before he answered this time. “Green.” He was fine. He was. He’d simply needed a moment to process the emotional impact of being asked to submissively kneel.
At his answer, Aiden arched a brow, the demand clear in that single move.
He started stroking Aiden’s cock again, resuming his compliments as well. “Having my hands on your beautiful body is a gift. Dance has sculpted your body to the point of perfection. And I like the way you take care of yourself. Every inch of you is groomed, smooth,” he said as he smoothed his palm over Aiden’s abs, pelvis, and one slender yet powerful thigh.
“Maybe I’ll let you shave me one day.”
“I would love to.” “Lots of people get to see you and admire you. But I’m lucky enough to get to touch you.”
While Mike spoke, Aiden began rocking his hips, sliding his cock back and forth in his grip. Mike licked his lips. The sight was too much temptation to resist. He wanted that gorgeous cock in his mouth. He leaned forward, lips parted, ready for a taste.
Aiden abruptly pulled back.
“Did I give you permission to do that?”
Mike blinked, caught off guard at the unexpected denial. He looked up at Aiden. “No. You didn’t,” he answered.
“Then I guess you’d better apologize for overstepping.”
The words Aiden wanted to hear came surprisingly easy. Mike apologized and begged, even as his cheeks warmed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for assuming I could do whatever I wanted. You’re in charge and I know that. Please don’t end this. Please let me continue giving you pleasure.”
His eyes glowing with satisfaction, Aiden came close again. “That’s better,” he said, stroking Mike’s hair. “I like it when you’re a good boy for me.”
The embarrassment faded, replaced by the newly familiar feeling of pride and happiness that came whenever Aiden praised him. He was good and he’d pleased Aiden. Mike spoke quietly, almost to himself as he resumed pumping Aiden’s cock. His gloved hand moved faster now, the leather slipping and sliding over Aiden’s wet shaft. “This... I didn’t know this was inside me, but it feels good to let it out with you.”
“I knew,” Aiden said with a gasp. “I knew you belonged at my feet pleasing me like this. Now make me come, Michael, usingonlyyour hand.”
The direction was clear. He wouldn’t be sucking Aiden’s dick tonight.
Mike stroked and squeezed, watching as more pre-cum spilled free. Aiden tightened his grip on Mike’s hair, holding on to the short strands and using him as a base to keep himself steady as he thrust his hips back and forth, his body trembling with his building release. He glowed slightly, just enough to be noticeable, his cheeks were flushed pink, parted lips bitten cherry red. He was a vision of pure erotic bliss.
“I want to see you come,” Mike whispered.
“You’re going to. I’m almost there...”
His own cock aching, Mike stroked faster. Aiden cried out, his stomach sucked in tight, then he came, his cum spilling all over Mike’s leather covered hand.
Mike went to pull back, but Aiden grasped his wrist and brought his hand up to his mouth. He locked eyes with Mike. After a moment, his tongue flicked out, licking over the leather to clean a single drop of cum there. He sucked that finger into his mouth then released it with apop. Then he dropped down and straddled Mike, leaning in close for a soft, wet kiss.
“In case that was too subtle,” he whispered against Mike’s lips. “I don’t mind that you have a scarred hand or that you wear this glove to cover it. I want you to touch me with the glove or without it.”
A smile bloomed in Mike’s heart, and he had to let it out even as he returned Aiden’s kisses. “I think you missed the vocabulary lesson on subtle.”
Aiden let out a satisfied sigh. “I guess you’ll have to get me a word of the day calendar then.”
Mike pressed a kiss to Aiden’s shoulder, laughing against his skin. “No, I’m okay with your definition.”