6. the end
Chapter six
the end
Aaron’s hands are shaking, and the breath is leaving his lungs. Rion stares at him for a long moment as if processing his words, meaning, and sincerity.
"You love…" Rion says blankly, face white with shock.
"I know this isn’t what you want. I know you can get literally anyone you want; any pretty boy would be content to be on your arm and enjoy your money without strings.
I’m sure you would prefer that, even, but I want more, Rion," Aaron says, tears in his eyes.
"I know that my stupid feelings are ruining things, but-"
"Aaron."
Aaron’s heart thunders in his chest, and he continues.
"I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what we agreed to when we started doing this," he says, gesturing to the air between them.
"Honestly, Rion, there was no hope for me from the start; there was no hope for me when you found me breaking down in the bathroom and held me in your arms. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I... I want more Rion. I-"
Rion sighs and leans back on the bonnet of the car.
"Aaron," he says quietly, cutting him off. "I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.
" He takes both of Aaron‘s hands in his own and presses their foreheads together.
"Do you know why I prefer give-and-take types of relationships where everyone knows their role? "
Aaron shakes his head, and Rion sits back down and taps the empty space next to him. Aaron sits next to him, as Rion looks away into the distance.
"It was easier," Rion’s thumb wipes a tear from under Aaron’s eye. "Throwing my money around at every person I was with. They needed it, so I could fool myself into thinking they needed me."
"I don’t understand," Aaron whispers. All he can hold onto is that Rion didn’t push him away after he confessed.
"You were there for me in my most vulnerable moment. Your kindness and your grace—that's what I’m falling in love with. I don’t want you to think it’s just your money.
I’m grateful for it, of course, but even without it, I would still like you.
Please, I’m begging you to consider me, Rion.
Is it possible for us to be more than this? "
"Aaron. Are you an idiot?" Rion asks.
"What?"
"I just bought you a McLaren. I don’t even drive a fucking McLaren…just to get you to stay with me," he says. "I like you. I have liked you since the moment you wept in my arms in that bathroom."
It feels as though Aaron’s world stops for a second, his heart hammering in his chest. His whole body heats up in reaction to Rion’s words. He cannot believe it. It doesn’t make any sense. He shakes his head, trying to clear his head.
"What?" Aaron asks in disbelief. "But….what? Why didn’t you say anything?"
Rion’s arms snake around Aaron’s waist, and his hand rests on Aaron’s lower back.
"I bought your time because it was the only way I could get to know you better.
I wanted to help you, and I wanted you to like me, too.
Money was the only thing I had to give, so I laid it out as bait for you to fall into my arms."
That is the stupidest thing Aaron has ever heard.
Why would Rion think he needed money to gain Aaron’s attention?
"You never needed it, Rion. You held me at my most desperate moment, when I felt lost and alone, you were there. You didn’t even know me, yet you felt compelled to take care of me.
That was enough for me to develop a crush on you. "
Rion smiles softly and looks into Aaron’s eyes. His grey eyes are so enchanting that Aaron wants to breathe all of him in, to give him everything, so he wraps his arms around Rion’s neck and presses their lips together.
For the first time, Aaron lets himself believe he is not just kissing someone he likes who is out of his league. He allows himself to drown in Rion’s lips and believes this handsome, rich, perfect man likes him too. He tastes like hope, something Aaron never dared to think about before Rion.
"W-what does this mean? Are we more than just in a transactional relationship now?" he asks breathlessly.
"Yes," Rion says, capturing his lips again. He then whispers into Aaron’s lips. "You’re all mine now, my sweet baby Aaron. I'm never letting you go."
"I won’t," Aaron promises. He can scarcely believe it. Someone as amazing, rich, awesome and beautiful as Rion wants him. "I will never stop needing your affection, I’ll never stop needing your kindness, Rion," Aaron says. "I will always need you."
And then Rion’s pupils dilate, and he pulls him closer roughly and kisses him again and again. He pulls back and even though he is shorter than Aaron, he is clearly stronger because he picks him up and carries Aaron bridal style into the house, up the stairs, into the bedroom and kisses him again.
Rion’s hands are everywhere as if he refuses to leave a portion of Aaron’s body untouched by him. His hips, his chest, his arse, and he’s kissing him. There are so many sensations that Aaron can barely keep up as he finally lets go and pushes him down.
He removes both their shirts and Aaron’s belt, pulls down his trousers, and strips him clean of everything until he’s bare before him.
Rion’s body crowds Aaron’s giving him no room to breathe, and he can feel his cock stiffening again. He can feel Rion’s hardness on his thigh. He reaches out to touch Rion’s cock, but Rion’s hand stops him.
Furthermore, he pushes Aaron back down on the bed and pins his arms down. It’s not gentle, but it’s not rough either. "No, love. I am doing everything tonight. You are going to just lie there and take it all," he says, voice rough.
Aaron trembles in anticipation. He’s almost giddy with excitement, but he wants this to be good for Rion too. "But-"
"Shh. This is what I want." Rion squeezes his arse cheeks so roughly that it will leave a mark. "Be a good little boy, Aaron, and listen to your daddy."
The command, along with the stern disapproval on Rion’s face, sets Aaron’s heart alight. "Sorry. I'll be good."
Rion’s hand grasps his arse cheeks again and pushes them apart, opening him wider. Then he slides down, and Rion’s tongue pushes so roughly into him that Aaron shakes on the bed. He moans out his name, and Rion’s hands tighten on his hips.
Nothing else matters for Aaron except the feel of every one of Rion’s licks and how well he sucks over the steadily loosening hole.
His hands pull at Rion’s hair, and heat engulfs him. Aaron hadn’t even known a tongue could go this deep. He’s gasping as Rion teases the rim before roughly pushing himself back inside.
He needs more, needs everything.
"Need you…" Aaron gasps, and Rion freezes.
Rion looks up at him, and in his gaze, Aaron sees everything. "What?" he asks.
"All of you," Aaron says desperately, reaching down to lift Rion’s face and pull him up. "I need you. Give me everything, Daddy."
Rion shifts and suddenly, his mouth is on Aaron, even as he slides a slicked finger into Aaron’s twitching hole. The hole squeezes around him, and Aaron moans into Rion’s mouth. Rion barely wastes another second, and suddenly two fingers are stretching Aaron open, and dammit he needs more.
He bucks and writhes as his whole body thrums with pleasure. Aaron wants to cry. He is hot and desperate for more of whatever Rion’s giving. He once more surrenders to Rion. He gives all control to Daddy.
Then Daddy’s lips leave Aaron’s, and his underwear comes down. He presses his slicked cock into Aaron’s entrance, and Aaron shudders. He tosses his head back as Daddy prods himself inside and his hands clutch the sheets tightly.
The heat is burning as Daddy pushes and pushes until his balls rest against Aaron’s hole. He feels full, stuffed completely to the brim. He doesn’t need anything else, just Daddy.
When Daddy withdraws, only to thrust inside again, Aaron squirms, arching up on the bed.
He feels that amazing cock scrape against his most sensitive spot and his hole clenches even more against him.
He hears Daddy’s moan through a haze as another thrust breaks into him.
He trembles again as Daddy slams into him at a brutal, merciless pace, making Aaron bounce on the bed.
Normally, Daddy’s dominance is understated, and he doesn’t handle Aaron roughly, but today, while still not overpowering, Daddy’s dominance is intoxicatingly vigorous, and it turns Aaron on even more.
"Yes, Daddy," he moans as he attempts to relieve his cock of its seed, but Daddy pushes into him again.
"You’re not allowed to touch yourself or come without my permission, got it?" Daddy says sternly.
Aaron nods and lets go of his cock, looking up obediently at his Daddy for guidance.
"Good boy," he whispers, caressing his cheek. "You look so pretty like this."
The words go straight to his dick, as does Daddy pinching his nipple, then pulling out of him and burying himself back in with such vigour it lifts Aaron off the bed. He lets out a scream so hoarse it burns his throat. He looks up to see perfect grey eyes watching his every reaction intensely.
Fuck. He loves Rion so much.
Daddy’s cock is relentless against Aaron, and he can’t see straight. His poor cock is full and sensitive and in desperate need of attention. He’s so close to coming that it hurts, and he doesn’t know how long he can hold on.
He’d never disobey his daddy, but he’s on fire and can explode any second now.
"Please, Daddy," Aaron cries, fingers digging into that back. "Please touch me. I need you. Fuck, I need you, please. Haven’t I been good? I’ve been so good, Daddy.
"Ah fuck!" Daddy thrusts in so roughly against Aaron’s prostate that he arcs up and eyes wide. He is rewarded with a hand on his cock a moment later.
Then it’s just skin against skin. There is a series of grunts and moans from Daddy accompanying the rough tugs on Aaron’s cock and the haphazard thrusts that seem never-ending.
It’s Rion like Aaron’s never had him before. Loose. Giving, giving, giving. "Daddy!" Aaron moans again.