Page 45 of His Country

Heat licked up Aiden’s spine and his dick jumped in his pants.

“Yes,” he managed to spit out.

“Then let me show you,” Ethan husked out, licking over the marks his teeth left behind. He closed his firebrand eyes and went back to marking Aiden’s skin, leaving dark bruises like watchdogs above his belt.

Aiden was so hard he was nearly crying, eyes blurred as he watched the muscles in Ethan’s back writhe under his skin, contracting and expanding in a mesmerizing show of light and shadow. He wanted to watch it forever. He wanted tolickit.

He was learning so much about himself today.

Ethan’s eyes flicked open, and he took in Aiden’s face, groaning against his skin, hand tightening. Using their joined hands, he pulled himself up so he could kiss and lick at Aiden’s eyes, nose, mouth. Anywhere he could get his lips.

Getting their jeans off was a chore. Aiden was loathe to separate their hands, but it became a necessity. Grunting, they shimmied and yanked them off. They landed with a heft thud of belts on the hardwood floor.

Ethan disappeared with a curse. Aiden watched his feet pad away, eyes lingering on the curve of his ankle and the finesmattering of dark hair against his skin. He returned with a jar of coconut oil Carol bought ages ago and no one used because they didn’t know what it was.

Before Aiden could ask, Ethan bent to kiss him, settling between his legs. Hands splayed across his thighs. Ethan’s fingers were so long they felt like they could span his entire leg and Aiden was struck with what exactly he needed to coconut oil for. And where his fingers would be going.

Aiden’s dick was leaking so much there was a wet spot on his boxer briefs, darkening by the second. Ethan’s eyes widened when he saw it, fingers clumsily plucking at the elastic waistband until he could drag them down far enough for his aching cock to spring free. It looked purple in the low light, throbbing and so slick it was glistening. Aiden whined.

Ethan inhaled sharply when he saw it. “Jesus.” It sounded more like a curse than a prayer. “You’re so wet.”

Toes curling in embarrassment, he tried to wriggle away but stopped when Ethan soothed him with a kiss. “No baby, no. It’s so fucking hot.” His tongue scraped along the back of Aiden’s teeth, hot and insistent. “Keep getting wet for me. Get so fucking wet we don’t even need lube.”

Breath catching in his throat, Aiden felt like his face was on fire. He couldn’t answer, even if he could speak around kisses getting toothier by the second.

Those long fingers trailed down his thigh, pushing his boxer briefs farther down until they nearly ripped, Ethan exhaling forcefully when he had to move to get them off.

When he returned between his legs it was like that brief second of separation was too much and he dove in, laving on the dips of Aiden’s collar bones and the column of his neck. He was so unrelenting that Aiden almost didn’t notice Ethan’s fingers trailing along the crease of his hips. Until he swiped his thumb along the weeping head of his cock.

Aiden jerked, shouting when that first brush of fingers turned into more. His hands slid into Ethan’s hair, needing something to anchor him more than anything. Ethan leaned back so he could watch, fingers getting soaked in pre cum as he milked his cock. A picture of focus, Ethan took his time, seeming to take note of every gasp, whine, and toe curl.

“Ethan, Ethan,Ethan,”Aiden babbled, his fingers squeezing so hard his knuckles where white where they were trapped in Ethan’s hair. His legs were shaking, muscles contracting so hard if Ethan had been a horse, he’d have sent him into the next county.

With a kiss on the inside of his knee that felt anything but apologetic, Ethan slicked up his fingers and slipped them between his cheeks, gingerly circling his sensitive rim. Aiden knew enough to try and stay relaxed, but it was difficult when his dick was pulsing with want.

All his fantasies, all the late night thoughts he didn’t want to acknowledge, they were nothing compared to this. To the heat of Ethan’s skin and the way his fingers felt. The desire in his eyes that smoldered when he looked at Aiden, the undeniable tent in his boxers. His long, lean torso, winter pale and broken up only by the red lines from Aiden’s nails and the dusky rose of his pebbled nipples. His hair was mussed, caught in his dark brows, and fluttering with every staccato breath.

The finger on his ass felt strange, not good or bad, until it pressed against him. Aiden had never touched himself there, too scared to even try, and now he was glad he hadn’t. He didn’t think anything would compare to Ethan’s touch as he breached him for the first time.

Aiden tensed; eyes squeezed shut until he felt lips on his cheeks. “These freckles,” Ethan muttered, voice raspy and hushed, like he was talking to himself, dragging his lips acrossthe arches of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Going to kiss every single one. Every day.”

And he did, peppering featherlight kisses that were so different from what his fingers were doing that Aiden couldn’t focus. He felt stretched like taffy, pulled in two directions, tacky and pliant. Noises he didn’t know he could make poured from his mouth, grating against his ears but seeming to throw gasoline on Ethan’s fire.

Ethan slipped in a second finger and that was when Aiden felt the stretch. It burned, but not unpleasantly. It was stacked with little bursts of pleasure, so much so that he chased it. The burn and the pleasure, teasing him until Ethan crooked his fingers and his entire body was shot through with lightening.

It was a good thing it was so brief because had it not been, Aiden thought he might have come right then and there. He bit down on his tongue, choking back the noises he was embarrassed to be making.

“Oh, no, baby. Don’t stop. Keep making those pretty noises.” Ethan tugged Aiden’s lips free with his teeth, licking across the welts he’d bitten into them. “Your godamned mouth. Even when it’s hissing and spitting. I thought I wanted to kiss you quiet, but this is so much better. Moan for me, baby. Scream for me.” He curled his fingers again, panting against Aiden’s ear. “Louder.”

Whether it was Ethan’s words or the way he kept slicking up his fingers with Aiden’s precum to slide them back in, scissor against his rim, he cried out. Guttural grunts he didn’t recognize, pitching with every push and pull of his long fingers. It was maddening. It was intoxicating. Aiden didn’t know. He didn’t know anything but the throbbing of his cock and the burn of arousal so hot it made the rest of the room seem cold.

Somewhere around three fingers, Aiden’s thighs slippery, and his mind completely gone, he noticed the frown on Ethan’sface. A little wrinkle between his eyes and the tightness in his stomach, like he was afraid to take too big a breath.

Licking his lips, he yanked Ethan by his hair and tilted his face to look into his eyes. “Are you holding back?”

Ethan stared at Aiden’s shiny lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve—fuck Aiden—how long I’ve wanted this. You. I’ve dreamt about this so many times and I can’t...I want so much. I want to do this right.”

Aiden’s fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping across his scalp. “I don’t want your patience,” he growled. “I want your cock. Now.”