Page 86 of Don't Shoot Me Santa

Aaron nodded, a tiny jerk of his head. “Need you in me, lover. Lemme feel you.”

“Tell me if anything’s too much.”

“Just… give it to me.”

So Kenny did. Slowly. Carefully. Every inch a claim. Every stretch a reminder of what Aaron had offered and what Kenny would never take for granted.

The first push made Aaron gasp. His body wanted it even as it fought to adjust. It hurt, a little, but it told him he was alive. Saidthis is real. Kenny’s hand never left him. His touch grounded, circling Aaron’s thigh, his stomach, his ribs. And inch by inch, Kenny sank into him. Until he was full. Split open and anchored and whole. Aaron clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, breath coming in broken gasps as he whispered Kenny’s name.

“That’s it,” Kenny breathed, voice cracking with restraint. “God, you take me so fucking good.”

They held there. Joined. Still.

Aaron didn’t want to move. He wanted tofeel. The pressure. The heat. The stretch. The way Kenny’s body filled every part of him. It wasn’t just sex. It never had been. Not between them. It was…completion.

Then Kenny rocked. Gentle. Measured. Pulling halfway out, then easing back in. Aaron met his rhythm with shallow gasps and slack thighs, melting beneath every thrust. And as Kenny dipped down to him, Aaron kissed him. Wet. Uncoordinated. Desperate. And Kenny kissed him back as if they had all the time in the world.

Then Kenny lifted him. One fluid motion. Arms around Aaron’s waist, Aaron wrapping his legs instinctively around Kenny’s hips, flinging his arms around his neck as he was pulled upright and held there, straddling him, joined so deep it felt impossible to know where one of them ended. And in that closeness, they found their rhythm again.

Chest to chest. Heart to heart. Breath to breath.

Tears spilled before Aaron knew they were coming. Hot. Silent. Not from pain or fear, but from the unbearable tenderness of it all. He moved because he had to. BecauseKennywas there and he needed him, needed this. He used Kenny’s shoulders for leverage and rolled his hips down with shuddering purpose.

“That’s it, baby,” Kenny moaned. “Take what you need from me.”

And Aaron did.

Even when it was almost too much. Even when every brush of skin made him tremble. Every inch felt stripped bare and overstimulated and open.

He didn’t want to stop.

Didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Wanted Kenny inside him. Around him.Withhim. For as long as his body could take it.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” Kenny adjusted their position, easing them both back down onto the bed without separating. “So fucking perfect for me.”

“I can feel you everywhere.” Aaron bit Kenny’s shoulder. God, he was wrecked. Trembling. “Fuck…” Aaron tipped his head back, exposing his throat. “I feelfullof you.”

“You are.” Kenny kissed Aaron’s throat, nuzzling into him. “I’m staying there. Not going anywhere. It’s too good. So fucking good for me.”

Aaron curled his fingers at the base of Kenny’s neck, babbled, “You feel so fucking deep…”

“I can stop.” Kenny kissed along Aaron’s jaw. “Go slower?”

Aaron tightened his arms around his neck, holding him close. “No,” he breathed. “Don’t stop. I want you. So fucking badly. I want you to come.”

Kenny groaned. Then he sped up. Fucking Aaron. Thrusts smooth and fluid, gentle but landing. Enough to drag that edge back, and he splayed his hands over the back of Aaron’s thighs, spreading him wide and watching himself disappear and reappear from Aaron’s body. His release built low and hot, winding tighter with every shallow thrust and Aaron shivered knowing it was coming. Even after four orgasms, he was close again. Sensitive. Needy. And Kenny eased up on his knees, taking Aaron’s cock and working him in synch with his thrusts.

“Come for me again. One more. Five, baby. Want to feel you come around me. You can do it. I know you can. For me.”

Aaron whined and it only took a few strokes, the barest friction over slick, swollen skin, for him to snap.

“Fuck.” He gasped, arching from the bed, a guttural cry ripping from him as he came, pulsing over his own fist, muscles clenching around Kenny’s cock with every wave.

“Good boy.” Then Kenny grabbed Aaron’s hips, slammed himself into him and came, orgasm spillinginside Aaron as he collapsed onto his chest

Aaron gripped his hair, yanking his head back. “Kiss me.”