It took about ten hours for Aiden to come out of his room once he'd finished cleaning up the bowl. It was just one bowl, but Rob and Steve had stood over him the whole time, making sure he got every single sliver of ceramic, and every speck of milk and by the time he was done, his face was burning hotter than his ass ever had. It was embarrassing, being under their thumbs. Even more so, knowing that apparently, he could be physically disciplined at any time.

He crept out in the early hours of the morning, mostly because he was hungry. He had been hoping by the time he came out it would be Rob's shift, but it was Steve sitting on the couch, watching a game of some kind. Aiden didn't really follow sports, but Steve looked like the kind of guy who did.

“Hey,” Steve said before Aiden could disappear back into his room. “Come over here.”

“Me?” Aiden looked around.

“Yes, you.” Steve's eyes were dark in the low light.

“Uhm... okay.”

Nervously, he went over and sat on the other side of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible between him and Steve. Sitting wasn't exactly a great experience right now, but the couch was soft so that was something.

Steve glanced over at him. “Afraid I'll bite?”

Aiden shook his head. “I know you bite.”

A chuckle escaped the large man's lips. “Come here,” he said, repeating his earlier order. “All the way here. Good boy.”

The words good boy, laced with approval, sent a trickle of warmth through Aiden as he slid closer to Steven. As he got into arm's reach, Steve drew him close, all the way up into his lap. Sitting in the position reminiscent of the punishment, Aiden's heart began to beat faster. Steve was looking at him with an intensity that made him want to squirm. The only light in the room came from the television, casting them both in a holographic pale glow.

“I'm not a good boy.”

“No,” Steve agreed. “You're not. But you could be.”

“I don't think so.”

“That's the problem. You think you're something you're not. You're not made of the same stuff Cornoli is, that's for sure.”

Aiden felt a flash of heat and anger at that name. “I wouldn't want to be. Fucking asshole. Going after my family.”

“Easy,” Steve soothed, running his hand down Aiden's back. “She's safe.”

“She should never have been in danger. Bobby and I have beef with each other. He doesn't have anything to do with her.”

Steve smirked.

“What?”

“Just you, saying beef. It's cute.”

Aiden shot Steve a look.”You don't take me seriously, do you.”

“I take you plenty serious, boy. I can still find you cute.” Steve's low rumble told Aiden he didn't have much choice in being found adorable or not.

“Men aren't cute,” Aiden insisted weakly as Steve's hand ran up the back of his neck and found his hair. He was caught like a fly in a web as Steve's lips met his softly.

“You're cute,” Steve said, brushing a kiss over Aiden's mouth. “And I liked whipping your ass.”

“You liked that? Sicko.”

“Uh huh. You have no idea how sick I can be, boy.”

Aiden felt his cock hardening inside his pants. Steve was attractive in the same way heroin was. Dark. Dangerous. And he wasn't supposed to be doing either one of them. He kissed back, hungry not just for the man who had punished him, but for everything he wasn't allowed.

Steve's hands cupped his ass as their tongues wound together. Aiden had something to prove to this man. That he wasn't some cute twink boy just waiting to be dominated. That he was a force of nature just like Steve, albeit in a smaller package.

He'd felt Steve's strength before, but it was different when he wasn't resisting it, when his body invited the older, larger man to have his way.

“You're trouble, boy. And you're in trouble,” Steve growled softly, pushing his hand down Aiden's pants.

Aiden moaned as Steve's hand wrapped around his cock. It felt incredible to be enveloped by tight muscular fingers stroking him as they kissed with ever more aggression and lust. Steven's other hand went down the back of the all too big pants, found his ass and cupped it, grinding him forward as he jerked Aiden off. It was such basic college roommate sort of sex, but with Steven it was intense as fuck.

“I’m gonna cum,” Aiden panted into Steve's mouth.

“Quiet,” Steve warned, pulling his hand out of Aiden's pants. He tossed Aiden down on his back on the couch and pulled the pants off entirely, covering Aiden's body with his own. A large, dominant hand was slapped over Aiden's mouth, preventing him from making a noise as Steve grasped his cock and kept playing with it, long, teasing strokes.

“You're not going to cum, boy,” Steve growled softly. “You're going to hold it, or I'm going to fuck this mouth of yours hard.”

The threat made a tremor of excitement run through Aiden, and damn near tipped him over the edge. His sore whipped ass was adding to the sensation whirling through his body, making his balls roil with lust. Dirty sex with a dominant bodyguard, this was fucking everything. His head tipped back as his back arched. He came against orders almost immediately, his seed spurting over his belly in great thick ropes of desperate need.

“Naughty,” Steve lectured. “So naughty. I warned you boy.”

His pants were down, his thick cut cock hard as hell, and menacing with its length and girth. Steve pushed Aiden off the couch, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, thrusting into his mouth in one hard stroke.

Gagging with the effort to take him, Aiden couldn't breathe for a second as the thick rod filled his mouth all the way to his throat. Steve hadn't been exaggerating. He held Aiden's head in place and fucked his mouth with hard strokes, using his mouth roughly.

Aiden felt his cock getting hard again as his head bobbed back and forth over the length of Steve's shaft, tasting the big bodyguard's precum as it was smeared over his tongue. This was illicit. This was wrong. A bodyguard wasn't supposed to whip and mouth fuck his client, and no well bred Taylor-Chapman fellow should ever be kneeling on the ground, smeared in his own cum and gagging on the rod of a man who demanded his mouth.

Steve let out a roar as he came, holding Aiden's head down on his cock so he had to swallow the thick loads that coated his tongue and lips before Steve pulled out, rubbing the head of his dick over Aiden's hungry mouth.

“Ahem.”

Through their mutual frenzy of lust, they both heard the sound of a throat being cleared. Aiden glanced over to see Rob standing there. Looking pissed.

“Can I see you please, Steven,” he said in clipped tones.

“You're in trouble,” Aiden grinned.

Steven put his cock away and smirked down at Aiden, ruffling his hair with an affectionate touch.

“Back soon, boy.”