I’m reposting this because the original post was flagged as adult by tumblr *rolls eyes*
#9 - Out to conquer the world, part 2
Follow-up to this post.
September 3rd, 2016. Auckland, New Zealand. 01:35 pm
The entire taxi ride home passed in a blur. Dean seemed lost in thoughts after his last little chat with Jared before they left; the earlier playful mood having made way for a brooding silence, although Aidan wasn't really sure what exactly Dean was mulling over. All he knew was that he was horny as fuck; all the little incidents of tonight adding up to it: Dean moving sensually on the dancefloor; the pounding of the music, the drinks, his head swimming slightly from the alcohol; all those possessive feelings surging through him at seeing Dean with another; his own rather salacious dancing with Michelle; the kiss, the talk, the cheering and clapping, the fact that they hadn't had sex for days and Aidan had been ready to jump his boyfriend even before they left for the club - there was only so much a guy in his thirties could take, really, and all that came together in the form of one giant boner down the front of Aidan's tight jeans.
While the other man was looking out of the window, thoughtful, watching the nightly city pass by, Aidan secretly side-eyed Dean's profile. He was doing what Aidan called 'the jaw thing', this little motion that looked so damn fucking sexy. His blond hair was tousled, some of the smaller curls falling into his face. Lit by the moonlight, his skin gleamed silver. Oh, how much Aidan wanted to see him nude in this light right now, run his hands down that smooth back, caress that shimmering skin, dig his fingers into that tight, firm ass…. A small groan escaped him as he tried to adjust the front of his jeans without being too obvious; the cabbie had been eyeing them in the mirror all the time anyway, no need to attract any more attention. Thankfully, the music blaring from the radio swallowed the tiny moan, and neither Dean nor the driver took any notice of Aidan's twitching.
Dean moved in his seat and suddenly the heady smell of his aftershave filled the car; hit Aidan's nostrils like an ancient aphrodisiac, and he gripped the handrail tighter. If this ride wasn't coming to an end soon, god, he'd have his way with Dean right there in the taxi backseat. This is ridiculous, Aidan told himself. You're not twelve anymore, just keep it in your pants, fuckssake. Another image of Dean arching back against Michelle popped up in his mind, and Aidan was lost. Some sound must have slipped past his lips again or maybe he'd been holding his breath, whatever it was, Dean was suddenly looking at him, those blue eyes watching him intently, and Aidan's senses weren't his own anymore. Leaning over, he rested a heavy hand on Dean's thigh and brought their faces close, deliberately entering the other man's personal space. "Want you," he breathed hotly down his lover's neck; not caring anymore whether the cabbie was watching them.
Auckland was slowly passing by outside the car, showing off her entire beauty with colourful lights, but Dean didn't have an eye for that right now. Jared's last, innocent comment was stuck in his head ever since they had hailed the taxi, and it just wouldn't leave him alone. And with it came all the insecurities Dean normally pushed to the back of his head. Was Aidan really in for the long haul, or was the Kiwi only a momentary stop in Aidan's list of potential lovers? The same part of his brain told Dean that it was nonsense; Aidan surely wouldn't move half around the world for someone he only planned to spend a short amount of time with. But still, they hadn't talked about marriage in general yet. There was a chance that Aidan wasn't in as deep as Dean was. A noise from Aidan's side of the car jerked Dean out of his thoughts and he looked over automatically to see if the other was okay - only to find himself with a lap full of clingy Irishman all of a sudden. A very horny Irishman at that, judging by the erection Dean could feel through two thick layers of denim, and the half-moaned whisper where Aidan was nosing at his neck. Through Aidan's springy curls, Dean could see the driver's face in the mirror, gaping at them open-mouthed. For a brief moment, Dean felt uncomfortable, like he still sometimes did when Aidan suddenly showed affection in public - but not for long. They were together for so many years now and Dean had almost lost Aidan too many times to reject any touch or sign of love the younger offered him. Dean flailed around for a moment before he could get an arm around Aidan, sinking against the brunet's broad chest, his fingers carding through Aidan's locks to scratch lightly at his scalp. "I'm kinda feeling that," he smiled against the dark hair. "We're almost home, babe, just a few more minutes and you can have me." "I'm already having you," Aidan whispered, making sure to flick his tongue against Dean's ear. "In my thoughts, babe. I'm having you in all possible ways, spread out and ready for me, waiting for me, begging for me to take you. All in here," he said and tipped a finger against his forehead. "In my fantasy, I'm having you right here in this car..." he peppered little kisses along the line of Dean's jaw, pleased when he felt a reaction in the other man's pants. Someone was growing excited. "...or back at the club, in that dark little corner where people can only guess what we're doing...or even better, right on the dancefloor while they all watch as I make you mine." "Jesus, Aid!" Dean groaned, shifting underneath him. Aidan knew his grin was wicked; he took far too much delight in this. "Hmm, what? Wouldn't you like that? I'd make sure you can be seen, Deano, in all your golden beauty, by everyone. I'd undress you and get you all hard for me; I'd make you moan so shamelessly in front of all of them..." This was getting out of hand rapidly. Aidan didn't even know where all that filth was coming from, he just babbled out what his lust-ridden brain was telling him. Briefly, he looked up to make sure Dean was still okay with this. The blond's closed eyes and slightly opened mouth were a good indicator, so Aidan threw himself into the game again. "You'd blush so prettily and beg me to stop, but of course you know that it's what you deserve for being so flirty with everyone all night; for making me jealous, because nuh-uh, that's not what good boys are supposed to do, am I right? You need me to show you that no one can have you, no one but me..." He couldn't help that part from slipping out; Michelle was still too fresh a memory in his mind. Their road came into sight just when Dean started bucking up against him, whimpering quietly into Aidan's mouth while they kissed. They'd have to talk about the jealousy issue later, Aidan noted somewhere in his befuddled state of mind; he'd have to make clear that he trusted Dean in every respect - however that thought drowned quickly in the rising waves of desire. Right now, all he wanted was to bury himself inside his golden lover until they were both screaming out in ecstasy. Jesus Christ. Dean swallowed thickly, trying to stop himself from moaning out loud. The things Aidan did to him weren't holy. And that image, the brunet taking him on the dance floor - Dean felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Such a filthy image... Right now, though, Dean would prefer it if Aidan stuck to some privacy at least regarding their sex life. The Kiwi was glad when the taxi stopped in front of their house, the driver letting out a loud and insistent cough. Dean's eyes flew open and he blindly grabbed for his wallet - a motion that of course brought his groin closer to Aidan's and he forcefully bit back a whimper. He probably tipped the driver far too much given that he didn't really register what dollar notes he shoved into the waiting hand, but Dean couldn't concentrate what with Aidan sitting half in his lap and pressing promising kisses down his jaw. They somehow managed to get out of the car, stumbling a little because Aidan refused to let Dean go or bringing even the smallest bit of space between them. He was kissing Dean insistently, licking into his mouth in the middle of their driveway - and Dean could actually feel nimble fingers starting to tug his shirt out of his trousers. Someone was impatient. "Aid," Dean mumbled between heated kisses, being the responsible of the two for the second time that evening. "Let's - take that inside, okay? We have neighbours. Old neighbours." Getting the key in the lock was another problem with one gorgeous Irishman plastered against his back, rubbing against him shamelessly. Getting the door open seemingly took forever, Aidan growing more frustrated and impatient with every second. It wasn't yet warm enough for a romantic detour in the garden, and as Dean had pointed out, the bloody neighbours posed a rather big obstacle as well. After all, neither he nor Dean were of a mind to spend the night in a cell; the night before they had to leave for Wellington at that. Just imagine Peter's face when he heard the news: "Hobbit actors arrested for public indecency." He let out a snorting laugh. Still, if Dean didn't succeed getting those blasted keys into that blasted lock, Aidan was very ready to just smash in a window. "Hurry up, babe, please..." he begged, lips glued to Dean's neck and hands already busy unfastening the blond's belt. Finally, the door swung in and gave way; the two of them almost tumbling into the hallway in a heap. Batman, blissfully asleep in his doggie bed, raised his head at the sudden intrusion; shooting them a glance that said he was not amused in the slightest about the commotion. The large dog decided it was better to continue his nap in the kitchen and trotted off. Aidan in the meantime kneed the door close and wasted no time; grabbing Dean around the waist he spun the shorter man around and pressed him up against the door. A wet, sloppy kiss; hands on skin; Aidan's knee between Dean's legs, pinning him in place - "I'm gonna eat you," Aidan said with a wicked grin and pushed up the blond's shirt. Dean hadn't even time to react at all before he was pinned against the door, a strong, muscular thigh wedged between his own legs. A sigh escaped his lips as he raised his arms over his head, letting Aidan shove his shirt off. It fell to the floor, immediately forgotten, while Dean clawed at Aidan's polo to get it off of him as well. "Jesus, Aid." Deciding it was high time he got active himself, Dean started mouthing kisses along the brunet's jaw, suckling a mark at that tender spot below Aidan's ear. "Hope I'm tasty, then," he chuckled, one hand raking down Aidan's chest, scratching briefly at the slight dark fur curling there, before it dropped to the other's belt to open it. "Gonna fuck me against the door, babe?" "You bet!" Aidan growled, sucking an angry love bite into the bend of Dean's neck. He took a brief step back to shove down and kick off his jeans, the garment joining the rest of their clothes in a sad heap on the floor. At once, his hands were flying back to Dean's belt, undoing it quickly and pulling it through the loops with a sirring sound. The heavy buckle produced a loud clatter on the floor, and then Dean's trousers were already down, Aidan nudging him forward to step out of them. Satisfied, he backed his lover against the door again, both now just in their underwear, hands shimmying along the waistband of Dean's boxers as Aidan pressed himself against the smaller blond. Their groins touched, and Aidan let out a moan. "I'll fuck you so good, you're gonna feel me for days." When their mid-sections cane into contact, Dean moaned as well, letting his eyes drop shut. He had no idea what had gotten into Aidan tonight, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. His hands travelled down Aidan's back, cupping his ass through the thin layer of his boxer shorts. "Sounds like a plan to me," he breathed, licking at Aidan's lips teasingly. Aidan growled again, letting go of Dean reluctantly to step up to his discarded jeans. "What are you doing?" Dean whined at the loss, watching as Aidan dug around in his back pocket for a moment before fishing out his wallet. When he saw the two small packages of lube Aidan fished out of it, Dean gaped at him. "You seriously carry lube around in your wallet? That eager, huh?" The Kiwi couldn't believe what he was seeing, but his dick reminded him that there were indeed more important things to think of right now. He was achingly hard and couldn't stop himself from giving his still clothed erection a few tugs, just to ease the tension a little bit. Grinning, Aidan ripped one of the small packs open with his teeth. "Course," he winked. "Always prepared when an opportunity arises to fuck you senseless. My original plan was using these in the club's restroom." He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at Dean's incredulous gasp. He stepped up to his lover again, using the height difference to his advantage as he cornered Dean against the door. One hand sneaked down to play with the heavy erection in the other man's briefs; squeezing the hard length through the fabric and thumbing across the head, pleased when a wet patch emerged on the soft blue cotton. Dean's head was slightly thrown back, lips parted. Aidan hadn't expected him to be so submissive, so...willing to play along. And he wasn't talking about the fact that Dean was very obviously going to bottom this time. They were happy switchers, both of them enjoying either position; although the tendency to bottom was slightly in Aidan's favour. No, this was different, this was...raw and somehow feral. They'd had rough sex before, but never like this. It made Aidan curious how far he could play this little game. Letting go of his boyfriend's eager cock, he leaned in to mouth a row of wet kisses down the blond's chest. Hooking a finger into the waistband of Dean's undies, he snapped the elastic playfully; his voice a low growl against Dean's heated skin. "Off with that, Kiwi." Enjoying the immediate effect those words had on his golden boyfriend, he added: "And then get me out of mine." There was a full-body shiver working its way down Dean's spine and he couldn't do anything about it. The blond had to stop for a brief moment, head thumping back against the solid door to regain his senses. Aidan was rarely that - demanding, there wasn't another word to describe how his boyfriend acted right now. Again, Dean wondered briefly what exactly had turned the Irishman this feral; almost ravishing Dean on the spot. But the Kiwi decided to play along, quickly tugging his own underwear down, toeing it into some corner impatiently. Then, out of a whim, he rather gracelessly dropped to the ground, mouthing wet kisses along Aidan's inner thigh. If Aidan could get all hot and bothered, Dean sure as hell could as well. His blood was thrumming with alcohol and want, so why not indulge his boyfriend? Dean trusted Aidan not to actually hurt him. "Hmm...," the Kiwi moaned obscenely, mouthing at the hard length in front of him, looking up at Aidan through his lashes. When the brunet's eyes fluttered shut and the he let loose a deep groan, Dean shoved Aidan's briefs out of the way as well, licking his lips eagerly, pupils blown wide when presented with the proud, flushed cock springing free of its clothed prison. "Oh fuck!" Aidan bit his fist to keep himself from groaning out loud. Dean, the little shit, getting all cheeky again. Those blue eyes sparkled mischievously from underneath Aidan's jutting, pulsing cock. God, how he wanted to just push himself into that eager mouth, to make Dean swallow his length down to his balls. Suppressing a moan, he reached down to wrap a hand around himself. "Open up," he ordered hoarsely, glad when his boyfriend complied and parted those sinful lips. He dragged the head of his cock along the lower one, then down over Dean's chin and back up again, circling his mouth and leaving a wet trail of precum all across his face. Shit, he was so ready to let go..
Dean's breath hitched in his throat, heart racing faster when Aidan slowly dragged his cock over the blond's face. His tongue darted out briefly, the taste of salty, tangy pre-come filling his mouth like delicious candy. Grinning, Dean glanced up again, taking in Aidan's blissfully closed eyes and his furrowed brow. His dark lover had a really hard time holding back. Good. "Thought you wanted to fuck me, darling?'" Dean couldn't help but tease. "Did you change your mind?" Another quick lick to that gorgeous cock in front of him emphasized his words. Opening his eyes he glanced down at the man kneeling between his legs. Face covered in wet streaks, blond curls tousled, eyes blown wide with lust, Dean was a sight to behold. Aidan had to chuckle; a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. His boyfriend looked so ready to be fucked; utterly gorgeous as he knelt there, eager to tease and touch and please. If any of their friends were here, they wouldn't believe that this wanton being was indeed the same person as the sophisticated, laid-back artist Dean was during daylight hours. It was a rare sight indeed. Although the sex was wonderful and amazing, there was always this last part of Dean that held back. Not in a way Aidan could describe, really. More of a feeling or an impression. Where Aidan himself was probably too open and emotional (think being vocal in bed or publicly displaying more than just a little affection), Dean was more reserved. It usually took a lot to make him relax completely. It was nothing the younger man was upset or annoyed about; he had come to accept it as one of his partner's character traits, just like Dean's tendency to worry too much. So many things were going on in that pretty head all the time, so many questions and problems that Dean sought to solve, mostly on his own, where clearly he couldnt or wasn't even supposed to. Letting go completely was hard for the blond man, Aidan knew that. The more pleased was he to actually see his lover like that, willing to kneel naked on the floor and suck Aidan's cock, teasing glint in his eyes as he flicked out his tongue again and again. Maybe a bit of a rough hand was exactly what Dean needed, the Irishman mused, making a mental note to explore this further at some future point. For now, he probingly tangled his fingers into the blond curls and yanked a little. The Kiwi's eyes went just this wee little bit wider. Pleased by the reaction, Aidan fisted a hand full or hair and pulled Deans head back, gentle but firm. "Look at you," he chuckled again. "So cheeky again." He tsk'ed playfully and gave the curls another little yank. Biting his lips, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he played out all the possibilities of what to do with his naked, eager lover - and he knew Dean could see it as well. Aidans face had always been an open book for the older man; it was no different now. The blond's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly. Aidan raised an eyebrow, still giving the blond this wicked, naughty grin. Letting go of Dean's hair, Aidan quickly dipped down and hauled the blond up by the waist. Two long strides and they were back against the door; the pliant body pleasantly sandwiched between Aidan's hard cock and the solid wood. "You definitely need a lesson, Dean." If his heart beat any faster, he'd surely suffer a heart attack soon. But Dean just couldn't help the anticipation thrumming through his veins. God, that look on Aidan's face should be illegal. Dean could see the wheels turning inside his boyfriend's head, and judging by the mischievous grin on the brunet's face, those thoughts weren't of kittens and puppies. It only served to get Dean even more excited, his own erection starting to dribble pre-come already. Aidan rarely was that passionate; or no, that wasn't true. Aidan was always passionate, with everything he did, let it be acting or spending quality time with friends - or having sex. But this time, he seemed almost predatory. Another shiver went through Dean's body and that sharp tug at his hair had his scalp tingling with pleasure-pain. Yes, Dean decided, he liked Aidan getting a little rough, although he still had no clue what had brought that behaviour on in the first place. Yelping a little, Dean found himself trapped between Aidan and the door. The velvet feeling of skin against skin was intoxicating and Dean cherished it, pressing forward against the taller body. "Oh yeah? And what are you intending to teach me, exactly?", he moaned, feeling Aidan's fingers press into his skin just this little bit harder. A moment later, large hands were gripping his thighs and then he suddenly was in the air, letting out an involuntary squeak. His hands automatically went up to grab at Aidan's neck while his legs wrapped around the brunet's waist to avoid falling to the floor. "Fuck you, Aid, warn a man!" "Language, love" Aidan warned with a grin, working with one hand between the blond's legs. Dean groaned when his prick was squeezed up between their stomachs and encircled by a tight fist. Aidan strained to reach the lube he had torn open earlier and discarded to the small board next to the door. He squeezed a puddle of the cool liquid onto his own straining dick, slicking his fingers in the process. He'd got the sample packs as a fun gift at a store one day and parked them in his wallet; now they finally came in handy. Reaching down, his wet fingers found the blond's opening; teasing slightly against the tight ring before he pushed one finger in without another warning. Dean's head fell back against the door, legs squeezing around Aidan's waist. The blond was a lightweight; it was easy for Aidan holding him up with just one hand like his dancing partners of old. The passage was tight, clenching around the intruding finger. He just wanted to push his cock into that slick tunnel, however he was aware that a little preparation was needed at least. Slipping a second finger in, he pushed until he was buried to the knuckles; Dean's own weight bearing down and serving to stretch him wide. "I'm gonna teach you to behave," Aidan growled, adding a third digit to the others and licking up Dean's throat as he worked him open. "You need to learn not to be so flirty with others. You're mine, Dean, I'm not gonna share you ever, with anyone, so you better know who you belong to." There was blazing heat shooting all the way up his spine and Dean had to squeeze his eyes shut again, all the while enjoying the burn. Other days, it might be too much, when Dean needed and wanted to be opened slowly and lovingly, like he did with Aidan most of the times. The Kiwi loved foreplay, was celebrating it in fact, knowing how much his boyfriend loved to be brought to the edge and back again. Some days, he could do this for hours on end, simply stretching Aidan out in their bed and playing with him until the Irishman's whole body was flushed a pretty pink and he was begging for Dean to fuck him. Now, though, there was no time for foreplay and Dean welcomed that; he himself was too impatient to wait any longer, shifting his weight so his body pressed down on Aidan's fingers, unashamed of the rather wanton moan that slipped past his lips. Aidan's words registered after a few seconds and Dean wanted to protest; he hadn't been flirty at all! That dance with Michelle had been nothing but fun and giggles, some shit going on between good friends. He would never do that to Aidan, and Michelle wouldn't either. But Dean found his brain wasn't able to get a coherent sentence together; besides, Aidan being this hot and bothered? That was one hell of a turn-on. "Yours," the blond moaned instead, tipping his head to the side to grant Aidan better access. "Only yours, Aidan, c'mon, please, I'm ready, you know I am!" "Are you now?" he said breathlessly, leaving it open what exactly he was referring to. 'I'm ready' - oh yes, Dean definitely was ready to be fucked, that much was clear. 'Only yours' - deep down, the brunet knew that; he trusted his lover, he was certain that Dean would never do that to him - cheating, that was - and still this burning jealousy, this need to possess didn't go away. "You ready for me, babe, huh?" he growled again, teeth grazing the skin of his boyfriend's exposed throat. "You ready to take my cock? Begging for it already, are you?" He twisted his fingers one last time, a wicked tap against the other man's sweet spot that had Dean cry out and tighten his hold around Aidan's neck, then he pulled out without warning. "You better be good, love, 'cause I'm not gonna go gentle," he panted, sinking his teeth into the bend of Dean's neck, hands sliding underneath the blond's arse to lift him up while he pushed himself home.
Dean's whole body felt like it was on fire, his position started a burn in the muscles in his feet and arms, but the blond didn't care in the slightest. He was too turned on for feeling uncomfortable, although a tiny voice in his head warned him about the flight they'd have soon, and boarding a plane with a sore body wasn't exactly pleasant. But again: Dean couldn't bring himself to give even the slightest fuck. Tomorrow was tomorrow and right now, all he was interested in was his gorgeous lover, pinning him against their front door, about to fuck him senseless.
When Aidan bit down at his neck, the Kiwi's back arched involuntarily and he hit his head slightly against the door. The pain was distracting, so he yelped in surprise when Aidan buried himself in the blond's waiting ass in one long stroke. Despite what he had just said about not being gentle, Aidan stilled momentarily, wrapped one hand around Dean's torso to take some of his weight. The other hand was drawing soothing circles on Dean's thigh.
"You alright? Too soon? You did say you were ready..."
Dean shushed Aidan before he could say anything more.
"I'm okay, was just surprised..." Dean wiggled his ass a little, hoping to prompt Aidan into moving a little, but the Irishman stayed still, although his whole body was trembling with the effort to hold back. It was touching, that the brunet didn't want to hurt him, not seriously at least.
"C'mon Aid, you didn't hurt me, I swear I was only startled." Dean deliberately clenched his muscles and Aidan gave a strangled, hectic little groan.
"Do I have to be naughty again so you're actually going to do something? Or was that all mouth and no trousers?"
"Pff, you little minx," Aidan groaned, tightening his hold as he took Dean's full weight onto his arms. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" he dared, moving minutely inside his lover; tiny little thrusts that made Dean's eyes widen and his pupils dilate. He was beautiful, all wild and dishevelled, breath coming quickly, and Aidan just couldn't hold back any longer and pushed in with force again, all the way up 'til he was seated snugly inside the tight, bubbly ass. "I love when you're naughty," he breathed, smearing sloppy kisses down Dean's chin as he pounded him against the door. "But only when I'm the only one who gets to see it."
Moaning almost obscenely loud, Dean let his head fall back against the door; the solid surface grounding him a little as Aidan started to move. "Shit," he breathed out, hands scrabbling over Aidan's back to gain some leverage. "O-only you, Aid, I swear. There's no one - hnn - no one else who makes me feel like this." His mouth opened on a silent scream when the younger picked up the pace again, hitting his sweet spot just the right way. It was fast and dirty and Dean absolutely loved it. Letting go completely, the Kiwi gasped again. "Fuck yeah, you feel so good inside me, babe..."
"Yes, let me hear you baby, come on!" Aidan groaned, pulling out almost completely only to make Dean shout out loud when he drove back in again, the head of his cock gliding over the smooth gland of the prostate. He pushed, pushed, pushed until his balls were snug against Dean's ass, the blond's entrance stretching around his straining prick. Another moan from sinful red lips, blond hair plastered to Dean's face. "Fuck, baby, you look so beautiful. So sexy like this, all open and begging for me. Moan for me, baby, that's good, yeees, get naughty for me, tell me how much you like to be fucked like this.. give me everything…" He relocated Dean's weight onto one arm alone and wrapped the other hand around the blond's bouncing cock.
Dean was starting to shake all over, his senses hypersensitive. "I love it, babe, you fuck me so good, just the way I need it...Jesus, Aidan, I - I'm going to..." Dean squeezed his eyes shut, mouth dropping open once again. Digging his nails into Aidan's back, he heard the brunet hiss out a moan, while Aidan miraculously picked up his pace yet again. "F-fuuuck", the blond started to babble, "'m so close, please make me come, I need it so bad, please, baby, pl-AIDAN!" His lover biting down hard on his shoulder was all he needed, his vision whiting out, orgasm crushing over him like a wave, painting their chests white. Still caught in the aftermath, Dean felt Aidan's movements get frantic and irregular, his lover chasing his own release now. Nuzzling into the side of Aidan's neck, Dean whispered encouragements, voice hoarse from screaming. "That's it, babe, come for me, want you to fill me up, give it to me, c'mon Aidan..."
The filthy babbling falling from Dean's lips was enough to send Aidan straight into overdrive. His mind went blank as he pushed forward, hard, nailing Dean against the solid wood of the door. Maybe his grip around the blond's wrists was a little too tight, maybe his thrusts were a little too frantic…there'd be bruises on Dean's skin afterwards, he knew that but couldn't really help it…he'd make it up to his boyfriend though, he'd be extra attentive, promise…and then Dean came so prettily all over his hand and their stomachs, and he panted for more, begged Aidan to give him everything, and how could Aidan not comply? He pushed in, slicked by cum, slithered against the prostate causing Dean to moan out loud, and that was what did it, this lustful sound. Aidan spilled with a groan and a shout, once, twice, heat rolling through him as he emptied himself inside the warm body. His knees gave in as soon as he was spent, and he quickly caught Dean around the waist and pillowed him as they slowly sank down to the floor.
Groaning, Dean tightened his grip around Aidan's neck as to not fall to the ground. When Aidan lowered them carefully, Dean let his head fall back against the door, eyes closing automatically as he tried to catch his breath. Gulping down large puffs of breath, Dean tried to will his sex-addled brain into action. He was not so sure what had happened just now, but boy, he sure wasn't complaining. Aidan had been - just wow. The Kiwi didn't really remember if they ever had such mind-blowing sex before. Aidan was still holding him tight, whole body shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm - and now, when his own daze slowly cleared and his senses returned fully, Dean registered the tingling feeling in his wrists where Aidan was still holding them above his head. It started to get uncomfortable, now that the lust was gone. Also, the blond could feel Aidan's release starting to trickle out of him when the brunet's softening member slipped from him. Blushing, Dean shook his head slightly. Jesus, they really had lost it there. "Babe?" There was no reaction despite an incoherent mumble from the younger man, who obviously hadn't regained his senses yet. "Aid, could you -?" Dean tried to move his hands to emphasis his point, but hissed in pain. Ouch. "Aidan, let GO, please!"
Whooaaah. That had been...intense, to use a word that'd pass censorship. Fucking awesome was how Aidan would describe it, although something like 'stellar' or 'mindblowing' would probably do it more justice. In any case, it was probably the hottest sex they'd ever had. Not to say that their previous tumbles in the sheets had been boring, Jesus, no. Just that this had been....different. Raw. Primal. They'd done it other places than the bed, sure; riskier ones than the hallway of their own house even. Still, it had rarely happened on this level before. Aidan felt almost like drunk; intoxicated by the events of the evening; the haste of their coupling, the rough, feral lust that had captured both of them. He let out a groan between still frantic gasps of breath. The sharp sound of Dean's voice brought him back from the land of lazy after-lust he'd been indulging in; letting him realize very quickly that his left hand was still crushing his boyfriend's wrist in a death-grip. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, letting go as if burned. There were no visible marks, no bruises or red blotches - yet -, but he knew it must have hurt enough for Dean to become insistent like that. "Shit, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby please...come here, let me look...no, let me fetch you a cool cloth, okay? I didn't mean to, I was just...it was all so overwhelming and I...I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you..." He rolled off carefully, making sure not to add more damage, and spooned up next to his boyfriend, wrapping Dean in a warm embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered again into his ear. "Do you wanna go upstairs? I'll take care of you, promise."
Taking a deep breath, Dean snuggled back against Aidan, suppressing a wince when he shifted the lower part of his body. "Sounds good, yeah", he sighed, closing his eyes. They stayed like that for a long moment, Aidan gently stroking his back and upper arms, whispering apologies.
"I'm fine, baby, really." When the brunet didn't stop worrying, Dean sat up, trailing his own fingers down Aidan's flank. "C'mon, sexy, let's get upstairs."
Bending down, Dean kissed that little frown between Aidan's eyes. He was feeling good, a little sore maybe, but not at all unpleasant. Now, he only needed to make that clear to his boyfriend as well...
Ten minutes later found them both in the master bedroom, Dean splayed out on the bed contently while Aidan insisted on gently massaging his wrists. Rolling his eyes, Dean made grabby hands towards the younger.
"'m sleepy, Aid, please come to bed?"
Finally, the brunet seemed satisfied with taking care of his lover and he crawled into bed with Dean, spooning against his back. Unsurprisingly, Aidan was out like a light within minutes, but Dean found it a little harder to fall asleep. There was the familiar warm feeling deep in his gut he always had after a good, satisfying tumble between the sheets, a light throbbing as if his whole body was humming in bliss. But still...Dean couldn't help had mind wandering back, only now registering what Aidan had said during the act. Dean unconsciously snuggled back against Aidan's chest.
Why had his boyfriend been so possessive? And - earlier this evening, with Michelle - did Aidan really think they'd start something, that he, Dean, would want anyone besides Aidan? There was an unbidden shudder working it's way down Dean's back.
The sex had been phenomenal; the reason for it was anything but.
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