37. Chapter 37
Chapter thirty-seven
Dane
I don’t want to blink. Dane rocked his hips slowly back and forth, making as much use of his length as he possibly could as his eyes watered. Aras was absolutely stunning. Dane knew that already, but seeing him stretched across the bed, cock hard and slick, stomach bouncing with each ragged breath, mouth locked open and moaning out half-formed words…it was different. Dane wanted every moment of it seared into his mind.
Focusing on how Aras looked also helped him keep his mind off how Aras felt. Not emotionally, but physically, as Dane thrust faster and deeper into him. He’s so damn tight . Warm. Enveloping. Even the brief glances of contact, when Dane slapped against Aras’s ass, gave a new sensation. He was firm and taut in every way. If he let those sensations consume him, he’d shoot his shot in ten seconds flat.
Dane reached down and wrapped his fingers around Aras’s dick. His hole tightened, almost pushing Dane past the point of no return, but it quickly relaxed. Aras’s eyes looked half-drugged when he drew his gaze up. “You…fuck…”
Whatever he’d been going to say disappeared into the expletive as his head flopped back. Dane ran his fist up and down Aras’s shaft, his own thighs beginning to quake. But still, he thrust, harder and harder until the sound of them fucking filled the room. Skin on skin, moaning, panting, the wet sounds of slick movements. All of it coalesced into a new symphony, written upon the humid air. The dripping of sweat down the tip of Dane’s nose became percussion, blending with the sound of humping and the beating of their hearts.
Dane’s mouth fell open as the music swelled around him, in him, through him. His grip tightened on Aras’s cock and he accelerated. Precum kept things moving smoothly, and the rimming had done its job. I’ll make sure to use actual lube next time. Can’t assume spit’s always going to be enough .
Dane smiled as much as he could, although his mouth wouldn’t close. He apparently still believed in a next time. At least, he believed in it while the music grew louder and more frantic. His ass clenched and his balls jerked up higher. He sped up his stroking and watched as Aras’s back arched. He was supported only at his hips and shoulders. His ribs pressed against his skin as he stretched ever tighter, and his belly caved inward with each breath. The precum that had dripped from his cock pooled in his belly button and flooded over the sides to drip onto the bedsheets.
Then it was more than precum. Aras’s half of the symphony cut off in an instant. His cock pulsed in Dane’s grip, and then white heat dribbled out onto Dane’s fingers. The second spurt flew, hitting his belly, then his chest, then all the way to his neck. Dane would have counted how many shots came, but as Aras’s hole gripped tight in the throes of his orgasm, Dane lost the last thread of his control. He leaned over, bracing his hands on either side of Aras’s shoulders, and he came. Hard. Full. The inside of his condom grew warm as he filled it. The room fuzzed away to an undetailed nothing, with only Aras existing for him to observed. Beautiful Aras. Sweet Aras. Gentle Aras. Angry Aras. Nerdy Aras. Every bit of him, layered together into the ecstatic vision splayed beneath Dane.
In an instant, Dane’s body collapsed. He only barely caught himself on shaky arms before he landed with full weight on top of Aras. It was a happy accident, but Dane ended up in exactly the position to lean down and press his lips once more to Aras’s. It took a couple kisses, but Aras finally responded again, leaning his head up into the kiss. His tongue probed, weakly at first, then stronger as the haze of sex seemingly lifted. Dane lowered himself down, feeling his cock pop free, and leaned into the crook of Aras’s neck.
Hard hands reached up and clutched at Dane. Holding him there. Keeping him close. Aras whispered something indistinct. Or maybe it was distinct, and Dane’s mind was just wandering away from the current moment. He picked up the tone—sleepy, happy, content—but that was all.
I’m giving this up for a job . Dane’s vision blurred, and it took a moment for him to feel the prickle. He held back on letting the tears fall. He couldn’t make rational decisions in this state. Post-nut clarity was not some magical state of connecting to the universe. It was a rush of hormones fucking with your emotions and reasoning capacity. He’d made the decision to take the new job with a perfectly clear head. Just like he’d made the decision to pursue Aras, to convince Aras the chance was worth taking, with a perfectly sound mind. No matter how much his chest and stomach ached at the thought of walking away from this moment, he wouldn’t renege on that deal.
We’ll last . Dane blinked away the fuzziness in his vision, though it took a few tries before he was successful. We can do this.
Once Dane was sure he didn’t look like a total mess, he flopped over onto the bed next to Aras, then reached down and slipped off the condom. A little spilled out, but he caught most of it, tied it closed, and tossed it into the trash can. Then he turned his head to look at Aras. “Wash up and then we can catch a couple episodes before bed?” He had to keep it casual. Normal. Act like nothing was wrong.
Aras flung an arm over him. “Wash up later. Cuddle and anime now.”
“I spilled cum on myself.”
Aras reached over the edge of the bed and came back up with his underwear clutched in his fist. He softly ran them over Dane’s too-sensitive cock and balls. It could have been overwhelming, uncomfortable so soon after an orgasm. Instead, they responded, getting ready for another round. But Aras didn’t remark, just wiped him down with the soft material, then tossed them back where he’d gotten them. “I don’t want you to move yet.” His voice had grown softer, the corners of his mouth turned slightly down. “Just one episode, then shower.”
Dane stroked his fingers through Aras’s sweat-soaked hair, then nestled in against the pillows and grabbed his phone and the remote. “You’ve convinced me.”
“Also I’m starving.” Aras kissed him on the temple. “And you put in a lot more work than I did. Dinner?”
Dane wasn’t hungry at all. His stomach wanted to turn inside out. “Yeah. I could eat.”