The curtains were drawn and the door was locked. It was a good thing, because Aaron’s bare ass was well in view from the living room windows. Vance had him bent over the arm of the couch, and Aaron pushed his hips against the fabric, rubbing his hardened cock to give it the stimulation he needed. He looked hot as hell, needy and vulnerable like that, and Vance was ready to give him the attention he deserved.

He worked his fingers into Aaron’s ass, pushing the slick lube he’d rescued from the bedroom into Aaron’s tight body while Aaron moaned for him. The sound filled the room, and Vance wondered if anyone could hear it outside if they were listening at the window, or had their ear pressed up against the door. Probably. Aaron was being loud. But Vance liked it that way. He wanted people to hear.

He curled his fingers, searching for the spot that would drive Aaron wild. When Aaron’s body tightened around him and he bucked his hips, Vance knew that he’d found it. He pushed against that spot again and again, establishing a rhythm meant to drive Aaron insane with want.

“Vance!” Aaron gasped. He shuddered and squirmed, and Vance pushed against that spot again, never wanting him to stop. “F-Feels so good…”

“Does it?” Vance asked with a chuckle. “I had no idea. You weren’t moaning loud enough.”

He pushed his fingers again, harder this time, and Aaron’s moan significantly raised in volume. He wormed his hips and bucked against Vance’s fingers, doing the work all on his own. All Vance had to do was watch the tantalizing show.

Aaron’s round ass tightened as he moved. Vance watched the muscles in his upper thighs work, then observed the tremble that ran through Aaron’s legs. They’d barely just started, but already, Aaron was ready to give in to his orgasm.

“I want you to beg for it,” Vance uttered. “You want more, don’t you? You want my cock?”

“Yes,” Aaron panted. His hips continued to move, bucking against Vance.

He can’t help himself around me. He wants me so badly that he can’t even imagine staying still…

“Then tell me how much you want it,” Vance said. He applied more lube and thrust his fingers in again, slicking Aaron entirely. “Tell me that you want me inside of you. Tell me how you want it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Aaron uttered. He lifted his hips, perking his ass to give Vance a better view. His balls pressed against the arm of the couch, the skin around them drawing taut. With his ass filled and his body so willing for more, it was one of the hottest things Vance had ever seen. “I want you to do it hard and work it out of both of us. And when you’re done, and we’re exhausted, I want to do it again. I want to do it slower, so that I can feel you. I want to know your every inch and know that it’s mine.”

Vance’s cock throbbed. “Fuck, Aaron…”

“Please,” Aaron begged. “I can’t keep waiting. I need you too much.”

By the way Vance’s cock was twitching, he knew he felt the same way. He tore open the foil covering of a condom with his teeth and rolled it down his shaft single-handed, then ran his tip along Aaron’s taint, teasing the place where his fingers met Aaron’s slick entrance. He was stunned that he had the willpower not to push inside and give him what he wanted right away. Aaron’s body was a treat, and after a night like they’d had, it was one he wanted to indulge in.

Vance removed his fingers from Aaron’s body, then pushed in slowly. He teased Aaron at first, depriving him of what he’d asked for while he listened to Aaron moan in protest and squirm his hips in rebellion. Then, when he was sure Aaron was ready for him, he thrust in and made Aaron’s ass his own. The sound of their bodies coming together at last filled the living room, skin on skin. Vance didn’t spare Aaron — he did as he’d asked, fucking him down into the couch as Aaron moaned and perked his ass for him, wanting more. To see him so needy drove Vance to perform, and he bucked into Aaron’s body as his own pleasure took control of his actions and dictated how they moved.

“Fuck, Aaron,” Vance breathed. He slapped Aaron’s ass, as Aaron let loose with a warbling cry and tightened around Vance’s shaft. “Holy fuck, do you feel good. You’re gonna make me come already.”

“Come,” Aaron demanded. He wiggled his hips and pushed back against Vance even as Vance pushed him down. “Oh, fuck, please come. Come inside me. I want to feel it happen. I want to know I did it to you… that it’s all for me.”

“Fuck.” Vance squeezed his eyes shut, fighting off an instant orgasm. Hearing serious, professionally-oriented, sometimes uptight Aaron talk to him that way made him want to shoot. “You don’t want me to pull out, take the condom off, and paint you with my cum? You want me to stay inside you?”

“Don’t pull out,” Aaron begged. He rocked himself against Vance, and Vance had to let out a slow breath between his teeth. He gripped at Aaron’s hips, his fingers digging into his skin on order to get a good grip. “Oh, please, don’t pull out. Not now. You feel too good. Need you. Don’t ever pull out and leave me empty. Your cock belongs inside me.”

Aaron’s words might as well have been gasoline poured on the inferno going on in Vance’s groin. Way too hot to verbalize himself anymore, Vance moaned and pushed deep inside Aaron, picking up the pace to bring himself to the point of coming. His balls drew up, and his cock twitched as he unleashed, dumping his seed into the reservoir of the condom.

“Yes,” Aaron gasped. Vance had no idea how he knew what was happening — could he really feel his cock twitch as he came? “Oh, fuck yes, Vance. Fuck it into me. Make me messy. I wanna know I belong to you. I wanna know I was the one who made you come.”

Vance couldn’t see straight. He closed his eyes, seeking relief from the dizziness and dissociation he was feeling. Had all of this really happened? Had he really come out and confessed his love in public, swearing himself to Aaron? And was Aaron saying those filthy things to him, breaking free from the mold he’d shaped himself to fit?

Vance lowered himself over Aaron’s body, his cock still lodged in Aaron’s ass. He was still spurting, albeit intermittently, and not very much. His cock wanted Aaron, and it was making it known.

“I fucking love you,” Vance uttered. “Did you come, baby? Tell me that you came all over your couch. I wanna see how pretty it looks when you make a mess.”

“N-No,” Aaron replied. His neck was flushed red. “Fuck, I’m close, though. Stay inside me. If I keep working myself on your shaft, then maybe I can get there. You feel so damn good.”

Aaron rocked against his cock, but Vance knew that he didn’t have much longer to go before he started to softened. Now that his orgasm was wearing off, he knew that Aaron didn’t have much time to claim the release he needed. If Aaron was going to get off, he’d have to take matters into his own hands.

Aaron whimpered, desperate for contact that he wasn’t getting, so Vance pulled out of him and took the condom off. He wrapped it in a tissue and set it aside, then lifted Aaron and flipped him over before pushing him so he was sitting on the couch. Aaron swung his legs around so that his feet were planted on the floor, and Vance positioned himself so that he was kneeling between Aaron’s knees. Aaron looked down at him, eyes heavy with lust, and all Vance could do was grin.

Then he lowered his head and sucked Aaron into his mouth. Tonight wasn’t over just yet.