didn’t care. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know the answer.
“I want to remember this.”
The words both pained and encouraged Aiden. He pushed Sam’s jacket and shirt off, then began to nip at Sam, just enough to mark the pale skin. Sam’s breath was audible, stuttered, as Aiden worked his way down, getting to his knees, not caring if the expensive tux got wrinkled. Who gave a shit about that?
“Aiden.”
Aiden closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. And, oh God, what was that pain in his chest? It was exquisite, this combination of need and impending loss.
“Come.” He took Sam by the hand and waited a moment until Sam stepped out of his pants and boxers. He didn’t look back as he led Sam to the bedroom. He wanted to prolong the anticipation for both of them.
The look of surprise on Sam’s face as Aiden flipped on the light and caressed Sam’s body with his gaze was perfect. Sam was beautiful like this. Vulnerable. Still slightly awkward in his own nakedness, and yet craving that discomfort almost like an addiction. Aiden had never found anything so enticing as he did Sam’s need to give himself over to Aiden.
Aiden turned Sam around so he could lave the back of Sam’s neck as he tweaked Sam’s pinkish-brown nipples. Sam leaned into Aiden’s embrace, his head on his right shoulder, allowing Aiden access to the sensitive spot under his ear. Aiden knew what Sam wanted, but he withheld the touch, instead squeezing Sam’s nipples harder and rolling them around in his hands.
“Aiden. Please.”
Tell me you want me, Sammy.
Aiden released a nipple and ghosted a line down Sam’s chest with his fingers, stopping above Sam’s cock and biting Sam’s neck hard enough to make him shudder.
“Please.”
Not yet. I’m going to make you remember this. I’m going to remember this. I’m going to make you remember me.
Aiden pinched Sam’s right nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he pressed against Sam’s back so that Sam would feel his hard cock against the small of his back. On any other night, he might have fucked Sam like this, still fully dressed. Tonight, he would feel Sam’s skin against his own skin.
He released Sam’s nipple and pulled Sam’s head back farther, turning it so he could steal a kiss as he finally touched Sam’s cock. Aiden slipped his tongue into the corner of Sam’s mouth—he couldn’t kiss him deeply from his position behind Sam, but that was what Aiden wanted. Sam tried to turn around to meet Aiden’s tongue, but Aiden kept Sam firmly against him.
“I want—”
“I know what you want.” Aiden squeezed Sam’s cock and brushed a thumb over the weeping slit.
“Aiden… please….”
This time Aiden turned Sam, snaked his arms around Sam’s naked body, and pulled him tight before slipping his hands downward to cup Sam’s bare ass. Sam’s hard cock ground against Aiden’s thigh, and Aiden felt his self-control begin to erode. No, it was more than that. He was turned on by Sam’s submissive side, but he suddenly realized he didn’t want to be completely in control tonight.
He wanted to be with Sam. To really be with Sam. To hold him close more than just one more night. And with that thought, the memory of New York resurfaced with such force that the pain in his chest spread to his arms and his legs.
Fucking hell. What’s wrong with me?
“Aiden, is there something wrong?” Sam must have noticed the change in Aiden’s demeanor, because Sam was now looking directly at him with a strange expression.
Aiden forced a smile. “Nothing. It’s been a long night.” It was a lie, of course. Aiden knew what he was feeling had nothing to do with performing or even Cam.
“Then let me make it better for you.” Without waiting for a response from Aiden, Sam began to take Aiden’s clothes off. His fingers brushed Aiden’s neck as he loosened and tossed away the black silk bow tie. Sam undid the black studs of Aiden’s tuxedo shirt, pausing with each stud to
“I want to remember this.”
The words both pained and encouraged Aiden. He pushed Sam’s jacket and shirt off, then began to nip at Sam, just enough to mark the pale skin. Sam’s breath was audible, stuttered, as Aiden worked his way down, getting to his knees, not caring if the expensive tux got wrinkled. Who gave a shit about that?
“Aiden.”
Aiden closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. And, oh God, what was that pain in his chest? It was exquisite, this combination of need and impending loss.
“Come.” He took Sam by the hand and waited a moment until Sam stepped out of his pants and boxers. He didn’t look back as he led Sam to the bedroom. He wanted to prolong the anticipation for both of them.
The look of surprise on Sam’s face as Aiden flipped on the light and caressed Sam’s body with his gaze was perfect. Sam was beautiful like this. Vulnerable. Still slightly awkward in his own nakedness, and yet craving that discomfort almost like an addiction. Aiden had never found anything so enticing as he did Sam’s need to give himself over to Aiden.
Aiden turned Sam around so he could lave the back of Sam’s neck as he tweaked Sam’s pinkish-brown nipples. Sam leaned into Aiden’s embrace, his head on his right shoulder, allowing Aiden access to the sensitive spot under his ear. Aiden knew what Sam wanted, but he withheld the touch, instead squeezing Sam’s nipples harder and rolling them around in his hands.
“Aiden. Please.”
Tell me you want me, Sammy.
Aiden released a nipple and ghosted a line down Sam’s chest with his fingers, stopping above Sam’s cock and biting Sam’s neck hard enough to make him shudder.
“Please.”
Not yet. I’m going to make you remember this. I’m going to remember this. I’m going to make you remember me.
Aiden pinched Sam’s right nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he pressed against Sam’s back so that Sam would feel his hard cock against the small of his back. On any other night, he might have fucked Sam like this, still fully dressed. Tonight, he would feel Sam’s skin against his own skin.
He released Sam’s nipple and pulled Sam’s head back farther, turning it so he could steal a kiss as he finally touched Sam’s cock. Aiden slipped his tongue into the corner of Sam’s mouth—he couldn’t kiss him deeply from his position behind Sam, but that was what Aiden wanted. Sam tried to turn around to meet Aiden’s tongue, but Aiden kept Sam firmly against him.
“I want—”
“I know what you want.” Aiden squeezed Sam’s cock and brushed a thumb over the weeping slit.
“Aiden… please….”
This time Aiden turned Sam, snaked his arms around Sam’s naked body, and pulled him tight before slipping his hands downward to cup Sam’s bare ass. Sam’s hard cock ground against Aiden’s thigh, and Aiden felt his self-control begin to erode. No, it was more than that. He was turned on by Sam’s submissive side, but he suddenly realized he didn’t want to be completely in control tonight.
He wanted to be with Sam. To really be with Sam. To hold him close more than just one more night. And with that thought, the memory of New York resurfaced with such force that the pain in his chest spread to his arms and his legs.
Fucking hell. What’s wrong with me?
“Aiden, is there something wrong?” Sam must have noticed the change in Aiden’s demeanor, because Sam was now looking directly at him with a strange expression.
Aiden forced a smile. “Nothing. It’s been a long night.” It was a lie, of course. Aiden knew what he was feeling had nothing to do with performing or even Cam.
“Then let me make it better for you.” Without waiting for a response from Aiden, Sam began to take Aiden’s clothes off. His fingers brushed Aiden’s neck as he loosened and tossed away the black silk bow tie. Sam undid the black studs of Aiden’s tuxedo shirt, pausing with each stud to
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