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“Have we learned our lesson?" He glances up at Zoro's flushed face. His eyes are glimmering pin pricks in the dark, mouth open and panting. He closes it to swallow hard, head falling back against the bark of the tree and exposing his throat. His lips quiver. "No?" Shanks asks.

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[emperornorton47]

No way!

[themarshesbreathe]

[imstuck-s-t-u-c-k]

[veryveryverytemporarily]

After they said goodnight, he lay back against his pillow and looked for the memory, the one from that morning…

Chrissie had gone to England and Aaron had stayed. Josh was at school. There was no food in the house, so they’d ordered a take-away for lunch. He’d said he’d go shopping later while Aaron picked up Josh.

‘Anyway, I’ve had better things to do with my time.’

The delivery had arrived while they were mid marathon on the couch.

‘Answer it,’ he’d half groaned, half laughed in his ear when the door buzzer sounded. He’d seen the sex versus food conflict play out on Aaron’s face, slapped his hip in gentle encouragement. ‘Go on. I won’t go anywhere.’

Aaron had slowly extracted himself, leaving Robert’s exquisitely abused body abandoned, legs a bit trembly as he’d slipped them down from where they’d been crossed around Aaron’s waist. He’d turned his face, enjoying the view as Aaron hopped into a pair of jogging pants with the johnny still wrapped around his dick.

‘Don’t be long, eh?’

Through the gap in the door he’d seen him take the paper bag full of kebab and chips from the delivery boy. He’d already paid on line, but he could see Aaron cast about for his wallet, probably thinking he should give a tip, heard him mumble an apologetic. ‘La prochaine fois?’

Then the delivery lad was gone, and Aaron was back, leaning over to press his mouth against Robert’s lips, tasting of salt and chip oil, so that Robert knew he must have sneaked a cheeky chip, and protested laughing, ‘…it’s like being kissed by a deep fryer…’

‘One, I had one! Anyway, looks like you kept yourself entertained!’

‘You know you have more nerve endings on your lips than any other part of the body?’

‘Shall we put it to the test, then? No, seriously, I think we need to, in the interest of science…  So, are there more nerves here?’ He’d buried his wrist down under Aaron’s waistband. ‘…Or here, what do you think? Aaron? Aaron?’

His mouth so close. He watched his eyelids fall anticipating the kiss…

They’d made love. Aaron making each thrust deliberate, intimate. Robert had slipped a hand between them, under his thumb his cock bounced like a spring. He would come from the inside; he could feel it building with every punch forward from Aaron’s hips. Aaron had pulled back and the motion of it dragged a moan from him so loud it had spilled into a laugh. Eyes locked Aaron had broken into a laugh echoing his, he’d pushed back inside, just his tip, but for a moment they’d had to stop, and all they could do was kiss...

And that was how he came in the end, shuddering on the sweetness of Aaron’s mouth.

‘Told you,’ he’d said afterwards.

‘No, it didn’t count, because I was…, ya’ know…my …was in…’ Aaron gestured with his hand, a blush suffusing his throat.

‘No tell me, you were what? You’re what was where?’ he’d teased. ‘You’re not shy, are you? After what we just did?’

‘Shut up.’

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