Aaren moaned. Hades licked and sucked on his hole until he shook and whimpered. All it took was two fingers pressing intohim, grinding against his prostate, and Aaren was coming, his cries echoing off the tiled walls.
“Fucking hot,” Hades murmured.
He rinsed Aaren off and toweled them dry. Before Aaren knew it, he was in Hades’ arms, being carried to bed. Hades set him in the middle of the mattress and covered Aaren with his own body, spread him open, and sank his cock deep inside.
Aaren lost track of everything. All he knew was Hades’ teeth on his shoulder, Hades’ big cock stretching him inside, thrusting against his prostate and making his entire world white out.
By the time Hades came, Aaren was a drooling, twitching mess, half-coherent and floating in bliss. There was come all over his chest.
“You’re spoiling me,” Aaren mumbled when Hades’ knot swelled inside him. Then Hades rolled his hips, and Aaren screamed, coming again.
“You’re such a treat to spoil,” Hades whispered in his ear. “Do you have your alarm set to wake you up tomorrow?”
He had to repeat his question twice before Aaren could answer him. Aaren shook his head. “Day off.”
“Mmm. Good.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“Yes. I’ll stay in bed with you. Stay inside you, if you’d like.”
“Yes!” Aaren couldn’t even feel self-conscious right now.
Hades huffed. “Good. I’ll be here.”
He rolled his hips again, grinding his knot so sweetly against Aaren’s prostate that Aaren screamed and came, and passed out.
Wakingup next to Hades wasamazing.
Well, it wasn’t amazing at first because Aaren thought he was waking up next to Ballus. Again.
He whined and tried to flop around, except there was something warm and solid plastered along his back, down his legs to his toes. Someone’s warm breath puffed in his hair, and one strong arm was wrapped around his waist.
Ballusnevercuddled with him in bed.
Aaren’s eyes snapped open, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Cherrywood.
“Hades?” he squeaked.
“Mmm. Morning, sweetheart,” came that familiar smooth rumble, followed by a roll of Hades’ hips. His cock moved inside Aaren like it had never left.
Aaren’s face burned. “Oh!”
Sunlight glowed faintly around the blackout curtains; it was daytime. Which meant that Aaren had spent all night in bed with Hades. With Hades buried inside him.
“I’m dreaming,” he said dazedly, snuggling back against Hades’ strong chest. “The pickup lines worked.”
Hades laughed quietly. “Really? That’s what you think caused all this?”
“Well, yeah! The pickup lines bring good luck!”
Aaren flailed his limbs but could not find his pickup lines. Where had he left them? “I need to read you more lines. Then this will last forever.”
Another laugh. Hades rolled them both over so he was on top, bracing his weight against the bed so he wouldn’t squish Aaren. “Sweetheart.” He buried his nose in Aaren’s hair and nuzzled him. “Do pickup lines solve everything?”
“Maybe! I’m gonna say they do.”
