If there was a training regimen for giving blowjobs, Aaron hadnât had a whole lot of practice. So he made it up as he went along, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking down on Evanâs cock, flicking his tongue over the head with every other pass, and getting a little adventurous with his gag reflex (with mixed resultsâso he wrapped his fingers around the base).
Aaron peered up at Evan beneath heavy-lidded eyes, forcing himself to keep that eye contact even though he wanted to shut his eyes from the absolutely exquisite view from his knees: strong thighs on either side of him, chiseled abs, hard chest, and the look of pleasure on Evanâs face that was all his doing. Aaron took all of this in until Evan leaned back, and Aaron moved his hands to the manâs hips and pressed him into the bed. Unraveling Evan thread by thread, with each pass of his lips, and this was only the beginning.
He pulled off of Aaronâs dick with a wet smack of his lips and gave one last kiss to the tip before rising to his feet. His own cock was at rigid attention and aching for touch, and seeing Evan splayed out on his bed, breathing rapidly and wanting release that Aaron was in charge of givingâthe German prince allowed his hand to close around his dick for a couple slow strokes while he planned his next move.
Aaron stepped forward and climbed onto the bed on top of Evan, an excited smirk on his face, as he stretched himself over the other man and reached for the nightstand drawer. He retrieved a bottle of lube and sat back on his knees, straddling Evan. Aaron liked this view even more than when he was on his knees, Evan under him and laying on crumpled sheets. Aaron abandoned the bottle for a moment to place his hands on Evanâs chest and kiss his neck, taking the time to bite and mark him right at his pulse. The Italian prince was quite the pretty prize for him and it was a shame that it took being stranded on an island for Aaron to notice Evan again. Wellâthey could make up for lost time here.
âTime to feel how tight you are,â Aaron announced in Evanâs ear, his voice thick with want. He liked the way his body draped over Evan felt, all soft skin and hard muscle pressing against him, so he took his time getting his fingers lubed up while his mouth paid special attention to the hollow under Evanâs ear. Finally, he pulled himself away and sat back on his knees, forcing Evanâs thighs apart. He paused, soaking in this new sight, before gently rubbing the tip of his index finger in slow circles around Evanâs asshole. âGoddammit, Evan,â Aaron breathed through his teeth, even these small ministrations causing the Italian to squirm and quiver. âYouâre so fucking beautiful. I want you to come for me so badly, butânot yet. Not until I fuck you. Got that?â The tip of his finger slipped inside of Evan and he slowly sank his finger in, then back out. Aaron swore under his breath and kept at it, forcing himself to keep the slow pace, to undo Evan slowly, piece by pieceâatom by atom, if he could.
Aaron clearly didnât have a usual rhythm down, but he had a talented mouth and an eagerness that kept sparks of pleasure shooting up Evanderâs spine. He couldnât seem to let go of Aaronâs hair, needing something to hold on to, and his nails scratched lightly over his scalp every so often. He whined embarrassingly loud when Aaron pulled away, leaving him cold and so close to coming that it made his teeth ache. Except the sight of Aaron standing at the foot of the bed and lazily stroking himself definitely meant he was going to get fucked soon. He smiled wolfishly, cheeks flushed and his breathing still a little uneven. When they had started, Evan had a been thoroughly tipsy from downing his drink too fast, but now that was gone and without the buffer of alcohol everything felt a little too raw, every touch searing into his memories. Almost in slow motion, Aaron was moving again and he managed to slip back into the sway of shutting off his brain and just feeling.
His hands settled on Aaronâs hips to steady him as he settled on top of him, thumbs stroking circles into his skin to give his impatient energy somewhere to go. The slide of lips against his his pulse point felt like heaven, but he sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden pressure, grinding up against Aaron in search of friction. That was undoubtedly going to leave a mark, something dark and memorable he could run his fingers over later. âTrying to hurt my chances with all these willing pirates?â He teased dryly about the mark, but the smirk slid fast from his face as he heard the telltale snick of the bottle of lube.
A finger circled his hole, just small passes of gentle pressure. It wasnât nearly enough, but his name on Aaronâs tongue was like a hit of some exotic drug, sending a shiver down to his bones. A few minutes ago Evan might have argued about not getting to come right away, mainly because Aaronâs mouth had been wethotperfect. Now he just nodded, knowing he wanted to be able to clench down around him when he came. Evander hadnât bottomed in months, certainly since before he came to the island. He knew he would tighter than normal, but he didnât want Aaron to get any ideas about drawing it out or going slow - it sounded like exquisite torture. His breath hitched when Aaron finally slid a finger in up to the knuckle, giving him something to feel and clamp down around. He rocked his hips back against him impatiently, chasing the feeling of that slick drag against him. When it became clear that Aaron didnât have any plans to hurry up, he chose a different tactic. âFeels perfect,â he murmured. His hand slid into Aaronâs empty one, using the grip to pull him down flush with Evanâs body again, groaning happily as it caused Aaronâs finger to twist inside of him. His hands roamed over the muscles of his chest happily, cupping Aaronâs jaw and bringing his face down for another searing kiss.
