2. the beginning #3
"Still, if you’re uncomfortable, you can say no. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t," Rion explains, holding his gaze, but once again, Aaron bites his lip and looks away in embarrassment. "Wait. You like that, don’t you? Not being able to say no. You want to be held completely at my mercy."
Aaron feels a gust of wind in his ears, but perhaps that is just his blood flowing in a rush as Rion gently touches his cheek, forcing him to look up, red in the face at being caught in his fantasy.
Aaron catches his eye, looks down, and then back up at him from under his lashes. Rion takes a breath.
"Oh Aaron," the intensity in those grey eyes is intoxicatingly hot, and that heat fills up Aaron’s veins when Rion speaks. "What am I supposed to do when you look at me like that and give me all that power over you?"
The air is warm, charged and electrified when Rion leans in, and Aaron closes his eyes.
Rion’s lips on his taste like expensive wine, a glorious temptation, bitter on the tongue, yet addictively sweet, and Aaron is drunk on that kiss, craving for more heat and fire on his skin as Rion’s hand grips his hair, pulling him, if possible, even closer.
Fuck, this is good. Rion’s lips give Aaron’s heart an agonising bliss he desperately wants to allow himself to drown in.
"Let’s go up," Rion whispers into his lips, and Aaron feels him steadying him as he stands, leading them up into the lift. In no time at all, Rion is opening one of the rooms in the hotel with his keycard.
Aaron barely has a second to take in the room before he is pushed onto the bed, and he lies on his back. For all of Rion’s patience and teasing earlier, he means business now, kneeling between Aaron’s legs and unbuttoning his shirt.
"I just wanted dinner, you know," Rion says, aggressively removing Aaron’s belt once his shirt is off and on the floor. "But all fucking night, you just kept teasing me... You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?"
"No, I-"
"Shh," Rion whispers, pulling down Aaron’s trousers until he kicks them off completely. "I’m not going to fuck you tonight Aaron, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you."
By now Rion’s hands have pulled down Aaron’s underwear, and it feels unfair for Rion to say all this when Aaron is naked and he is fully clothed.
He can’t find it in himself to complain, however, as Rion takes a moment to look him over completely, taking in the sight of his naked body with desire in his eyes.
When he looks back at Aaron’s face, Aaron looks away, flushed.
"Aaron," Rion says, pulling his shirt off his shoulders. "Are you clean?"
Ah of course, Rion would want to know that.
Aaron, while certainly distracted by the well-defined muscles of Rion’s bare abdomen and wanting nothing more than to reach out and run his hands over those muscles, answers him.
"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.
I’m a blood donor for my mum, so they always check me for any infections.
I don’t have any STIs, so yeah, I’m clean. "
"Hmm," Rion’s fingers run over Aaron’s chest, and he casually takes one nipple between two of his fingers, squeezing it. Aaron gasps. "That’s good to know, but it’s not what I was asking. I want to know if you’ve cleaned yourself, Aaron, everywhere."
At Rion’s explanation, Aaron is slightly mortified that he misunderstood the question and he turns red. Rion marvells at how all of Aaron’s visible skin all over his body turns red.
"I um... yeah... I showered, and prepared myself so... yeah, I’m clean," Aaron says, lifting his arm to cover his face in embarrassment.
"Good," Rion whispers, bending down and kissing Aaron’s neck. "Let me see your face."
Aaron swallows and removes his hand. Rion holds Aaron’s gaze again for a moment before pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and then directly on his lips again, the wine still on his tongue, but the way those lips move against his is more aggressive, more seductive than earlier tonight, and heat pools all over Aaron’s chest, all over his middle, all over his face, and he allows it in, allowing Rion to taste him on his lips and fulfil his desire for this touch.
Aaron whines when Rion withdraws his lips, and a small smirk graces Rion’s lips as he presses another kiss on Aaron’s cheek, and then those lips are a soft touch behind Aaron’s ear, making him shiver in anticipation.
This is too much, and his cock twitches between his legs at the seductive touch.
There is a wild, fast heartbeat in his ears, and he wonders, with their proximity, if it is his or Rion’s.
Either way, he is helpless against the string of kisses that Rion leaves from his neck, down his collarbone, a lingering touch of those lips on his chest that makes him groan and writhe uncontrollably in Rion’s hands.
His body purrs in response to those soft kisses pinning him down. He’s not used to being the one on his back, being caressed. It scares him. Not a lot of things scare Aaron.
Admittedly, Aaron has been cautious in his life since his father’s death.
He needs to always be in control, taking care of himself, because he can’t let anyone else do that.
If he allows himself to depend completely on a man the way his mother did, he will suffer like she did when Charles Williams died.
So no, Aaron does not let anyone take care of him; he looks after himself always.
Aaron likes being in control; it’s safe, and he can’t be hurt if he’s the one in charge. And yet the one time he allowed himself to cry, to be vulnerable, he’d fallen straight into Rion’s arms.
Perhaps it is because Rion’s dominance is understated; he doesn’t handle Aaron with exaggerated roughness or brutality; instead, the tenderness of his touches, soft and demanding, is like a drug.
It makes Aaron let his guard down, even now as Rion leaves a trail of kisses on his chest so delicate they make Aaron close his eyes and revel in the darkness.
When Aaron was a child, he was afraid of the darkness because monsters could jump out and attack him, but his father told him of a different kind of monster.
One that was beautiful to look at; it lured you in and made you let your guard down, and when you least expected it, it would ravish you, leaving nothing behind.
That is the type of monster that he should fear.
This is what his father was warning him against—someone to fear, someone like Rion.
There is a dangerous look in Rion’s grey eyes as he hovers over Aaron, drinking in the sight of him covered in multiple marks that he’s been leaving all over his body.
When Rion bends down and captures Aaron’s lips in his own again, the heat it sparks, the intensity of the fire it burns, makes Aaron feel like if he lets him, the monster that is Rion will consume him whole.
He feels more vulnerable, like he will break into pieces if Rion keeps touching him, or perhaps he will shatter into nothing if Rion stops holding him.
So he looks up into those dark grey eyes, feeling like a little boy helpless in the darkness.
In a small voice, Aaron whispers, "I’m scared, Daddy. "
There is a glimmer of something; a dark, dangerous cloud that falls over Rion’s face. Aaron feels a hand graze lovingly over his cock.
"What are you afraid of?" Rion asks, that hand leisurely brushing Aaron’s cock slowly, making him whimper desperately.
"Of letting my guard down around you. I’m scared of surrendering to the darkness of your mercy," Aaron tells him, hands desperately clinging onto Rion’s back.
Rion’s hand moves down his cock and brushes against his balls for a moment before landing on his arse.
"Let go, Aaron," Rion whispers into his ear, his voice rasping with arousal even as his hand slides into Aaron’s arse crack. "Daddy’s gonna take good care of you."
And that is all it takes for Aaron to melt like butter if Rion is the sun.
He closes his eyes as Rion moves down. In truth, when his legs are spread and his arse cheeks parted, Aaron thinks that this is where Rion fucks him, but Rion, it seems, will keep to his word; he has other plans.
Because it is not Rion’s cock that he feels in his arse, but Rion’s mouth.
"You don’t have to," Aaron whimpers as he feels Rion’s lips soft against his entrance, and Rion hums a response that is lost in the way the sound vibrates against Aaron’s skin, making him writhe again.
And then a soft tongue heads straight for his puckered hole; the sensation is teasing, licking along his rim.
It is not like anything that Aaron has ever felt before, because no one has ever done this for him.
He can’t help the throaty moan that escapes him when Rion begins sucking sensually around his hole, that tongue goading him with every intoxicating lick.
Aaron wants more, as his cock once again twitches, and he pushes back with his arse, pushing Rion’s tongue deep into his hole, eliciting a gasp from him, and fuck, Rion’s tongue dances inside of him, and it is all Aaron can do to arch up, spreading his legs even more to allow Rion better access to lick and suck at his hole hungrily.
He can not get enough of this, Rion taking such great care of him; it’s too much, too good, and his hands end up tangled in Rion’s dark hair as Aaron moans helplessly, precum leaking from his achingly hard cock.
Just when he thinks he might just come from being eaten out, Rion pulls back, pulling his face out of Aaron’s arse.
When Rion unbuckles his belt, Aaron thinks perhaps he’s changed his mind, but all Rion does is free his cock, then press his body flush against Aaron’s.
Rion is painfully hard too; Aaron can feel his hardness against his thigh.
He needs this; he needs Rion to break him again, to take care of him, so once more, Aaron wraps his arms around Rion’s back, grinding against him, nails digging into him.