Aiden rolled to sit up on the side of the bed right in front of Mike, hands braced behind him, feet planted on the floor, and legs spread wide.
“Take off my boots.”
“Of course,” Mike answered. He would do whatever Aiden asked him to do, especially if it helped get him naked.
Without changing his position, Aiden lifted his leg high in the air, showing off his strength and flexibility.
Mike gripped his calf, running his palm over the supple boot leather, fingers tangling in the gold chains. When he reached the top of the boot shaft, he pulled the zipper down from below Aiden’s knee all the way to his ankle. Then, he pulled off the boot and let it drop to the floor. Aiden wiggled his toes and Mike smiled before pulling off his sock as well. He stroked a thumb over Aiden’s bare instep before Aiden pulled his foot away and lowered it back to the ground. In the next second, Aiden raised his left leg with the same grace and ease. Mike repeated the process with that boot as well. Both feet now bare, Aiden held a hand up. The black glove gleamed dully in the moonlight.
“Gloves too.”
Mike slowly rolled the half-palm glove down Aiden’s delicate fingers, letting it fall near the discarded boots. Holding Aiden’s slim hand in both of his own, he pressed a kiss to his palm, and brushed his lips over the soft skin of his inner wrist. Tonight, his nails were painted a glittery gold. “Such pretty hands,” he whispered as he gently bit down on the pad of Aiden’s middle finger.
“Thank you.”
Mike nodded, then switched hands to remove the other glove. Once it was off, Aiden stood, so close that Mike’s bare cock brushed against the silky skin of his stomach. He assumed that Aiden was going to tell him to take off his pants next. But he turned around and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the tight pants himself. Aiden tugged them down, hips swaying slightly as he worked them over the swell of his ass. Beneath them he wore a pair of bright white briefs trimmed in black lace. Mike loved that Aiden wore such pretty underwear beneath his fighting clothes. He was still admiring them when Aiden pushed them off and let them slide down his legs.
Naked, Aiden climbed back onto the bed. He picked up the bottle of lube and poured some over two fingers. The slick liquid dripped, making the gold nail polish shine even brighter. Settled back on his knees Aiden lowered his body to rest on his elbows.
“Watch me,” he whispered into the quiet room.
Reaching between his spread legs, Aiden teased and played with his hole with his slick fingers, rubbing in slow circles before finally pressing one, then the other inside. “Ah!” He moaned, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering closed. “This feels good, Michael,” he said huskily as he worked himself on his fingers. “But you’ll make me feel even better, won’t you?”
Mike’s throat was so dry it clicked when he swallowed. His large muscles trembled from the strain of remaining still and not moving to join his lover on the bed. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“You’d better. You’d better make me feel amazing,” Aiden gasped as he pushed his fingers in deep. He opened his eyes and looked straight at Mike. “I told you what you had to do if you wanted to fuck me.”
It only took a second to remember what Aiden was referring to. Mike dropped to his knees, zero grace to the movement, but he didn’t care. His voice full of urgency, he begged the gorgeous man on the bed to let him fuck him. “I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good if you let me have you. I’ll fuck you just the way you want—better than you’ve ever been fucked. Let me have you, Aiden.”
Aiden pushed his fingers in faster and faster as Mike watched. Groaning in desire and frustration at the enticing sight, Mike pumped his cock once to get a little relief. “Fuck, I need to be inside you so bad.”
“Say please, Michael.”
“Please.” The single word came without a moment’s hesitation.
“Since you asked nicely and your cock is hard for me.” Aiden pulled his fingers out but stayed in the same position. “Get up here and fuck me.”
Finally, he had permission. He rose to his feet then got on the bed, taking up position behind his lover. The condom was next to him, he snatched it up and rolled the latex sheath down his cock.
“Get your cock nice and wet for me, Michael.”
Mike grabbed the bottle of lube he’d thrown on the bed earlier. He squeezed a few drops onto the head of his cock, then stroked himself to spread it along his length, the leather of his glove sliding easily over the slick latex. Now, he was ready, but he was still in all his clothes. “Should I undress?” He didn’t actually want to take his clothes off and risk having this end because Aiden was repulsed by his scarred body. But he couldn’t stop the question from bursting free.
Suddenly, Aiden straightened, rising up on his knees. He twisted around to look at Mike, his brows sternly drawn, lips pressed together in a disapproving line. “Did I say that I wanted you to undress?”
“No, but—.”
Aiden turned all the way around to grab Mike by the vest again. With a sharp tug, he yanked him down into a bruising kiss. “Doonlywhat I say, Michael.” he said once he released him. “Don’t worry about anything else.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Aiden waited a moment, as if he was checking to be sure that Mike wasn’t going to object or ask another question. But Mike had no intention of expressing anything that would prolong him getting inside his lover. Apparently satisfied that the questions were over, Aiden lowered the front half of his body again, elbows braced on the mattress, long black braid curled beside him.
“Now Michael.”
Mike pressed the head of his cock to Aiden’s glistening entrance and slowly pushed inside. His head dropped back on his shoulders, chest going tight at the wonderful sensation of sliding into Aiden’s snug, hot channel.
“So good,” he groaned.
