36. Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Aras
A ras had to help, since Dane wasn’t exactly the bulkiest, most muscular top in the world. It forced him to focus even harder on Dane’s touch, reading every tiny movement to guide him. Dane’s hands were under Aras’s ass, and when he pressed upward, Aras leaned back. His breath caught in his throat. “I haven’t been rimmed in a hot minute.”
“A crime against nature.”
Before Aras could respond, Dane dove down, burying his face in Aras’s cheeks. The bridge of his nose was a sharp pressure, but not painful, and his lips were surprisingly soft on the too-sensitive skin. Aras wanted to keep talking, to reassure him—even though Dane already knew—that he didn’t have to do this. Aras could tell that was his own anxiety pushing him to make the clarification, and he normally would have given in.
Not then. There was a desperation palpably tingeing every movement Dane made. The way his fingers clenched like claws around Aras’s thighs. The way his tongue lingered slightly too long with each lapping pass at Aras’s hole. The way he kept pressing, as if to get deeper, closer to Aras.
Everything coalesced into a gale in Aras’s core, the sensation so ragged and intense, it pressed against his skin. He didn’t even have to reach down and stroke himself to get steel-hard, and precum dripped from his cock down to his belly button. Yet Dane showed no sign of slowing or backing off. Aras only barely heard his own panting moans, turned to rough inhalations, turned to animalistic grunting as Dane’s tongue worked him over, opened him and relaxed him. When he felt the tip of Dane’s tongue push past the rim, his breath stopped and his cock twitched.
Finally, Aras had to speak up. He scrabbled a hand down to Dane’s shoulder. His skin was white-hot to the touch. But Dane did lift his head. Aras grinned up at him. Or, at any rate, he tried to. He had no confidence that his muscles were listening to the signals he was sending. “You keep that up, I’m gonna blow my load before you even get the condom on.”
Dane smiled, his face red and his hair already flattened with sweat. “Maybe that’s my goal.” He punctuated the comment with his finger, brushing it over Aras’s hole, then bringing it up to his mouth and sucking on it. Even that simple motion drove Aras wild, picking up the storm inside himself. If it had been a gale before, it was rapidly approaching hurricane territory.
When he pulled his finger past his lips, it glistened with spit. When he reached back for Aras’s hole, with a tiny bit of pressure, he slid inside. All the while, he held eye contact, and Aras stared at him, trying to control his face.
But why? The question raced through him, speeding the storm in his middle. What was the point of holding back when he was getting fingered? What facial expression was he going to make that would ruin this whole thing when Dane was already literally in him? And if there was something he could do to shatter everything apart, wouldn’t it be better to know rather than find out after they decided to pursue a real relationship?
Aras had already said the most embarrassing thing he possibly could. An ‘I love you’ before they even went all the way? If that hadn’t sent Dane running for the hills…
The hurricane whipped faster and harder, and as Dane’s finger reached up to that spot , Aras let that next layer of defenses slip. His mouth dropped open in a moan and he tilted his head back, only barely keeping Dane visible at the bottom edge of his vision. His neck stretched, right to the point of pain but no further. He vaguely felt his tongue slide over his lower lip, but didn’t let himself get self-conscious over it. It wasn’t relaxation so much as an extra effort. Aras had to try not to pull himself under control again, but it was worth it when Dane, still knuckle-deep inside of him, clambered up until he hovered over Aras.
“That’s the face I want to remember.” His finger swirled inside and Dane must have liked what he saw, because a broad smile split over his face. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe we waited this long.”
At the moment, enraptured in the throes of coupling, neither could Aras. When Dane slipped out of him, Aras whimpered, and his resolve almost broke. His anxiety told him he was an adult and a professional, and he shouldn’t whimper. But he did anyway, and after a few seconds, the voice in his head silenced. Nothing happened when he didn’t pull his control back over himself.
Somehow, in that moment, as Dane rolled on a condom and slowly stroked himself, as Aras dealt with the aching emptiness in his hole, and as his internal storm raged and crashed against the edges of his body, it struck harder. Nothing bad happened.
As new pressure hit his hole, in fact, Aras came to the conclusion that something very good had happened after he let go. So he didn’t rein it in as Dane’s cock pressed ahead. The emptiness vanished as, with a surge of energy, Dane slid past his hole and filled him. Slow. Inexorable. Hot. Stretching him. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but Aras felt every centimeter of his size. Right up until he felt the roughness of pubic hair against his ass cheeks.
Dane leaned over him, shifting the internal pressure, and pressed his lips to Aras’s. It took a few seconds for Aras to get his thoughts back in order enough to kiss back. Dane’s teeth nipped at his lower lip. His tongue tangled inside Aras’s mouth. His fingers found Aras’s nipples, blindly searching, and pulled at him, shooting veins of lightning down to join the growing hurricane in Aras’s belly.
Then Dane shifted his hips back and Aras shattered apart, the storm finally loosed in a groaning cry of ecstasy or anguish or something in-between.