12. Aeron #2
My hands immediately went to his hips, steadying him as he leaned down to kiss me again. But this time, he was more methodical, more deliberate. His lips traced a path down my chest, following the line of my muscles, and I realized what he was doing just as his hands reached for my jeans.
“Red—” I started, but he silenced me with a look I could barely see in the darkness.
“Shut up,” he said, and there was something almost tender in his tone despite the command.
He worked my jeans open with careful precision, pushing them down along with my underwear until my cock sprang free. For a moment, nothing happened. I couldn’t even hear him breathing. Then his hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly, and I had to bite back a groan.
“Holy fuck you’re big,” he murmured, almost to himself. “And… you have… ridges.”
“Too big?” I asked, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck no,” he shot back. “I’m not a quitter.”
He took me into his mouth slowly, carefully, like he was learning the feel of me.
The warmth was almost overwhelming after two weeks of jerking off alone.
I had to fight the urge to thrust up into his mouth, to take control, to demand more.
Instead, I held still, letting him set the pace, letting him explore.
His tongue worked along the underside of my shaft, and I felt my eyes roll back.
The rain continued its steady rhythm outside, a counterpoint to the soft sounds he was making as he worked me deeper into his mouth.
One of his hands wrapped around the base while the other rested on my thigh, his fingers pressing into the muscle.
“Fuck,” I breathed, unable to help myself. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
He hummed around my cock, a sound of satisfaction, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. I tightened my grip in his hair, not pulling but anchoring myself, needing something to hold on to before I lost complete control.
I was already teetering on the edge of losing it completely.
Every muscle in my body was taut, straining against the need to thrust deeper, to take more, to claim his mouth the way I wanted to.
But somehow I managed to hold back, managed to let him set the rhythm even as my hips began to move on their own, shallow thrusts that matched the bobbing of his head.
“Red,” I groaned, my voice rough. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he doubled down, his mouth working faster, more insistent. His other hand came up to cup my balls, massaging gently, and that was it. That was the final push I needed.
I came hard, my release hitting me like a wave.
I tried to warn him, tried to pull back, but he stayed right there, swallowing around me, his throat working as he took everything I had to give.
It was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
Not because I’d never had anyone do that before, but because it was Quill doing it.
The whole experience left me breathless and shaking.
When he finally pulled back, he was breathing hard, his lips glistening in the faint light coming through the window. I reached for him immediately, pulling him up so I could kiss him again, tasting my cum on his tongue. He let me, his body going pliant against mine.
“Your turn,” I murmured against his mouth.
“I don’t—” he started, but I was already rolling him onto his back, already trailing kisses down his torso.
His cock was already hard, straining against his running shorts. I made quick work of removing them, tossing them aside without caring where they landed. He was so beautiful, laid out before me in the darkness, his body mine to worship. I’d been dreaming about this moment for weeks.
I took him into my mouth without preamble, and the gasp he let out was worth every second of restraint I’d just exercised. His hands immediately went to my horns, not pulling but gripping, his fingers flexing as I worked him deeper. I couldn’t help but moan around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his hips thrusting up slightly. “Aeron… I… I’m not gonna last long either.”
I pulled back just enough to speak. “Cum for me, Red. I want it.”
Then I took him all the way down, relaxing my throat to accommodate his length as I curled my tongue around his cock.
His thighs tensed, his breathing became ragged, and I could feel him trying not to thrust into my mouth.
I pressed my hands against his hips, holding him still, and worked him with steady, deliberate strokes.
It didn’t take long. Within moments, he was cumming, his sweet release filling my mouth as his body arched off the bed. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him and the weight of his thick cock on my tongue.
When I finally pulled back, he was limp against the mattress, his chest heaving, his eyes closed. I crawled back up to lie beside him, pulling him into my arms. He didn’t resist. Instead, he rolled into me, his head finding the hollow of my shoulder like it was made for him.
“I didn’t plan on doing…” he started, his voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Neither did I.”
The rain continued outside, steady and soothing.
In the darkness of my dorm room, with Quill in my arms and the scent of sex and cum filling the air, I just felt…
right. For a moment I couldn’t understand why I felt so drawn to him, so comfortable in this moment.
I’d never felt like this with anyone else before.
But then a single word popped into my head.
Mate.
I tried not to gasp as all the pieces snapped into place.
Oh fuck.