“Have you now?” Michael murmured, eyes dropping closed with the stroke of Aaron’s hand.
“This too.”
Soft lips brushed along Michael’s collarbone, the scrape of stubble following. “What else?” he whispered, too caught up in the moment to do much other than stand there and take it. The hypnotic feel of Aaron’s hands and the velvety sound of his voice casting a spell over him.
“This…”
The rustle of clothing and the chink of a belt buckle were all the warning Michael got before a very naked Aaron pulled him into an embrace.
He felt him everywhere.
Warm palms resting at the base of his spine, the smooth planes of Aaron’s chest pressed against his, and the insistent hardness now tucked up alongside his own. “Is this okay?”
Michael opened his eyes, a bubble of laughter escaping as he rolled his hips a little. “I’d say it was a bit better than okay. Wouldn’t you?”
Aaron grinned back at him and slid his hands down to grab Michael’s arse. “Yes, but that’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” Michael wrapped his arms around Aaron’s neck and met his gaze. “I have the all-clear from the doctor for any sexual activity as long as it’s not too vigorous. Apparently, I’ll need another couple of weeks for that.”
“So we have to take things slow and gentle?” Aaron punctuated his question by lightly tracing patterns on Michael’s skin, fingers skating over the curves of his arse in a touch so light it tickled.
Reaching back to grasp his hands, Michael then twined their fingers and climbed on the bed, tugging Aaron along with him. “Not that gentle,” he whispered, lying back with his head on the pillows and gesturing for Aaron to join him. “Just don’t throw me around and we’re good.”
Scooting close, Aaron propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand resting on Michael’s belly. “We can save that for two weeks’ time.”
“Yeah.” His breath hitched as Aaron trailed his fingers lower. “It’ll give us something to look forward to.”
Aaron’s huff of laughter made him smile. “You think we’ll be bored by then?” He raised both eyebrows and gave Michael a pointed look before finally sliding his hand all the way lower and taking his cock in hand again. The slow tease of his palm up and down Michael’s length sent a shiver through him, and Michael groaned.
“No.”
Aaron dipped his head and kissed the base of Michael’s throat, the barest hint of fang grazing the skin. Another shiver, and this time Aaron smiled against him. “I love taking my time, Michael.”
Michael had never heard his name sound so dirty before, and a wave of longing washed over him. Arching his back a little, he closed his eyes and pushed into Aaron’s grip, searching for more.
* * * * *
Fuck.
Aaron looked down at Michael, lips parted on a moan, the urge to bite him so strong he’d had to put some distance between Michael’s neck and his fangs. Even now their scents filled the air around them, mixing together and driving Aaron and his wolf crazy with the need to make Michael his…theirs.
Drawing on all the self-control he’d honed over the last ten years, Aaron centred himself.
Watching Michael thrust up into his fist with a lazy roll of his hips was one of the hottest things he’d seen and felt. The little half-smile he wore tugged at Aaron’s heart, pushing him deeper into this thing between them.
Trusting himself not to lose control, Aaron shuffled down the bed until he was level with Michael’s cock. He stroked him once, twice more, before leaning in to lick at the bead of precome. Michael’s gasp made him smile, and he glanced up to find Michael watching him.
Not breaking eye contact, Aaron sucked him deep in a slow torturous slide, not at all surprised when he felt fingers gripping his hair tightly.
“Christ.” Michael’s head fell back onto the pillow, his hands still in place. And Aaron took that as his cue to go to town.
He kept his pace slow, using his tongue to draw out each gasp and moan, the sound a far better soundtrack than any music. He cupped Michael’s balls, again his touch gentler than normal until Michael’s impatient huff sent his hand lower.
Michael parted his thighs, bringing his right leg to the side to allow Aaron better access. Taking the hint, Aaron sucked him deep and rubbed the pad of his finger over Michael’s hole. He did it again and again, pressing a little harder each time, and Michael’s grip on his hair got progressively tighter.
“Shit,stop.” Another hard tug on his hair had Aaron pulling off to look up at him. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
Aaron grinned and gave Michael’s cock a lazy stroke. “Kinda the goal, no?”
