Robert knows Aaron. He reads him like an open book; all the gestures and tells that no one else sees. He knows what he needs, what he wants.
And sometimes, he just needs this.
Robert is stretched over him, full length, with his weight on his knees and his hands holding Aaron’s stretched over his head. It’s the reassurance he needs, the way this makes him think of nothing else. Nothing but Robert: in him, around him and over him.
The sight of him is mouth-watering right now, makes Robert licks his lips in anticipation. He thrusts deeper, watching the way Aaron’s mouth drops open as his head fall back. He has his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering at every little movement, and he just- he looks like an angel. The sight of him alone could make Robert come.
But this isn’t about him – this is for Aaron, for the way he’d begged desperately the minute Robert got through the front door, for the way he’d kissed him breathless and tightened his fingers in the lapels of his blazer. He circles his hips and Aaron gasps. “Feel so full,” He groans, pushing up to meet Robert. “You-” Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by another thrust, this time hard and unrelenting.
His leg trails up Robert’s, rests on his hip, and yes, this is what he wanted – what he needed. The older man releases one of Aron’s hands and drags his fingertips up the length of his thigh, touch feather-light, but he hooks his hand around the muscle and pulls it higher.
The angle’s changed, and he’s going deeper, driving right into the spot that has Aaron whimpering, every thrust punching out a breathy moan as he holds his trembling thigh. “Don’t stop,” Aaron begs, grip on Robert’s other hand tightening. “Please, don’t stop.” He sounds wrecked, voice breaking on a sob.
“I love you,” Robert whispers, tilting his head so his lips are brushing Aaron’s earlobe. “Always.”
Aaron opens his eyes, stares right into Robert’s soul and curls his leg tighter. His heel is digging harshly into the small of Robert’s back, the ghost of painpleasurepain almost unbearable, but he breathes through his nose and kisses Aaron wildly, messily, perfectly.
“I love you,” He murmurs again against Aaron’s lips, and everything feels like wet, tight heat as the dark haired man stutters out a moan. He pushes his nails into the soft flesh of his thigh, scratching in short motions that are bound to leave bruises (the kind of bruises Robert will press in the morning, the kind of bruises that he’ll kiss and suck on his way to his cock). It only spurs Aaron on further, has him grinding back on Robert’s length like he’s not even aware of it anymore.
Robert releases the tight grip he has on Aaron’s hand and brings it to his hair instead, fingers tangling into the curls. He watches in fascination as Aaron’s own fingers clutch at the sheets, tightening and then loosening again on each thrust.
He’s so glad he’s not alone in this.
His grip tightens in Aaron’s hair, harshly pulling his head back. The younger man cries out, entire body tensing at the pain, and then Robert leans down, sucks a bruise onto Aaron’s neck, and then he lifts his head. “You’re mine,” He growls, voice low and quiet and nothing he’s ever heard himself sound like before. “You’re mine.”
And then Aaron’s entire body goes tight and his eyes snap shut, back arching as he snaps forward to meet Robert’s hips, and he’s coming. He’s coming, untouched, white streaks onto his own belly, and Robert trails his fingers through it, feeling the stuttering breaths he rakes in.
He lets out a low whine, hands coming up around Robert’s back and nails carving crescent shapes into the pale skin on his shoulder blades. It punches the air right out of Robert’s lungs and he comes, vision fading to black, then to grey, and finally white. White everywhere – behind his eyelids, buzzing in his veins and settling through his ears. White heat. He comes more than he ever has before, collapsing on top of Aaron’s body.
He takes a minute, two, catches his breath and then nudges his nose against Aaron’s temple. “You alright?” He asks quietly, loosening his grip on both his hair and his thigh.
Aaron turns his head slightly, lets his lips find Robert’s and kisses him softly, closed mouths. “Thank you,” He slurs, eyes still closed. “Don’t deserve ya.”
Robert smiles against his husband’s skin and rolls off him, pulling him along until his head rests against his chest. “You deserve better,” He promises, curling his palm around Aaron’s hip.
(aka i told you i was gonna do it)
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