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Jett laughed. “You want me to change back?”

“No … never.”

Aaron dropped his gaze to Jett’s mouth. His laugh eased, and his lips relaxed, and Aaron was overcome by the need to kiss them. He lurched forward with no warning and swallowed the gasp right out of Jett’s mouth.

He licked past Jett’s lips, backing him away from the door, the crowd downstairs, fucking Marlon Steel, anyone that could potentially get in his way.

The kiss was a devouring, a takeover, and Jett moaned softly at the intrusion to his mouth. Their tongues brushed, Aaron’s firmer, more coordinated, Jett struggling to match the frantic pace. He clutched Aaron’s shoulders, holding on, and that was all the encouragement Aaron needed. He pushed Jett into the bookcase, then broke the kiss to breathe.

Jett was panting, blue eyes swamped with black. Glassy, needy, and Aaron groaned before resuming the kiss.

He ran his hand down Jett’s chest, over the leather underwear, and palmed the stiff cock beneath. Jett jolted, smacking his head back into the bookcase, knocking off one of the many awards. It smashed. Aaron looked down, noticing Jett’s bare feet. He slipped his arms around his back, then lifted him up. Jett’s legs wrapped around him, the same way his arms hugged around Aaron’s neck.

He picked up his fallen angel, moved him away from the broken glass, then set him down on the desk. Aaron cradled Jett’s face, kissed him some more, then shoved him in the chest. He flopped back onto his elbows, wide-eyed and confused. Papers and books fell to the floor, but Aaron wasn’t bothered, his fingers hooked the top of Jett’s shorts, and he eased them down. They were tight, and he couldn’t get them any further than Jett’s thighs.

He gazed at Jett, ran his hand up his thigh, over the constricting shorts, then grabbed his cock.

The head of Jett’s cock was red, and each time Aaron pulled the loose skin down, it got shinier and looked needier. Jett’s hungry eyes fixed on Aaron’s hand. He licked his lips, swallowed, then panted.

“Look at me,” Aaron commanded.

Jett shivered, closed his eyes in a long blink, then looked at Aaron leaning over him. Jett’s eyes had darkened, his lips were parted, and a hint of red colored his cheeks. He was panting, and he weakened on his elbows, then flopped back, overcome by Aaron touching him.

Jett gasped, tilting his pelvis up when he got close, then panted desperately when Aaron let him recover.

“So bloody cute, especially when you’re looking at me like that.”

His eyes were watering, his eyebrows were twitching, and he heaved for breath.

Aaron kept pumping his fist, slowly chipping away at Jett’s sanity. He wanted to see his climax, but he wanted it never to be over, too. He had one first time at making Jett come, and he wanted it to be good.

Jett leaned up as all the muscles tightened in his body. His mouth opened in a silent scream of extasy, and he reached with his lips for Aaron to kiss him. Aaron leaned over, felt Jett’s breath against his lips, so close he could taste him, but he denied him, moving away before they could touch.

Jett lifted and strained to get to Aaron’s lips, but when his cock started spurting, his orgasm throbbing, he started to sink back down again, too overwhelmed, and weak. That was the moment Aaron relented and pushed their mouths together. Jett whimpered around Aaron’s tongue, and his body shook as his orgasm eased.

Aaron took a step back, and looked at Jett, blissed out on the desk. There were black feathers everywhere, his eyeliner had smudged down his cheeks, and the cum on his chest mixed with the body paint, ran down his sides in lines of silver.

He couldn’t have looked more perfect.

Aaron struggled to get his phone out, needing a photo of Jett. He snapped one, and the noise roused Jett from his slumber. He looked over to Aaron and gave him a soft smile.

“Better not send that round the staff.”

“For my eyes only,” Aaron said, pocketing his phone. “You look incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

Aaron pushed his cock, tried to lessen the pressure, but the slight touch made him groan, eager to yank his pants off, and continue what he’d just started.

“You were always so secretive, never told me anything about your life. I assumed you were married—”

“I’m not married.”

“Or had a partner.”

“Nope, no partner.”