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Robert is in a foul mood the moment he wakes in the morning. Even rolling over and seeing Aaron’s relaxed and peaceful face does nothing to lift the black cloud hanging over him. He gives Aaron terse responses, shrugs off all his concerned looks and questions, quickly devours breakfast and is out the door with barely a look back.
Nothing improves as the day progresses; if anything it all gets worse. Robert’s unfortunate luck in life means he has to deal with Jimmy, Nicola, and Joe throughout the entire work day. By the time he is ready to leave for home, his nerves are shot, his body aches from the building tension, and a headache is beginning to form behind his eyes. He feels terrible about how he left things that morning with Aaron and is intent on making it up to him one way or the other.
He opens the door to the Mill, surprised to find it completely silent. No screaming, no slamming doors, no music turned to an ear-piercing level. Some of the tension leaves Robert’s body and he longs to lie down in bed for even ten minutes. When he walks through the bedroom door to do just that, he’s surprised to see Aaron already there, lounging on their bed, propped up against the headboard with his feet crossed, scrolling through his phone.
Robert leans against the doorframe, content with just watching Aaron for a moment. Aaron looks up and gives Robert a soft smile. “Things get any better for you today, then? Because you were in a right mood this morning.”
Robert hangs his head as he sheepishly answers, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what my problem is. I’ve been a mardy arse to everyone if that makes you feel any better.” Robert can feel the stress of the day radiating off in waves.
“And Jimmy and Nicola did nothing but bicker all day and Joe. God, that man is awful. So smug and arrogant all the time. Does he ever give it a rest?”
At this, Aaron gives a loud, sharp laugh. “Yeah, I think I’ve met someone like that. Married him even. Twice.” Robert rolls his eyes but watches with interest as Aaron throws his legs to the side of the bed and hauls himself up. He saunters over to Robert and unties his tie, pulling it out of Robert’s poncy blue shirt with a snap.
Robert’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “What’s this then, husband?” Even now, saying the word “husband” sends shivers down Robert’s spine.
Aaron says nothing; he pushes Robert’s suit jacket off his shoulders and lets it fall down to the floor. He carefully and slowly undoes each button on Robert’s shirt; each time Aaron’s fingers graze Robert’s skin, his dick hardens a bit more. It should actually be embarrassing how easily Aaron turns him on, but Robert can’t find it in himself to care.
Aaron removes the shirt and stands back, eyes dragging up and down Robert’s torso and chest, clearly pleased with what he sees. He spins Robert around and gives him a small push onto the bed, urging Robert to move up with a wave of his hand.
“Oh, it’s like that is it?” Robert says with a knowing smile. Aaron unbuckles Robert’s belt and pulls it from the loops so slowly it’s almost painful. Robert moves to unbutton his pants but Aaron slaps his hands away. This is Aaron’s show and he’s not letting Robert in on it. Robert’s dick makes a small twitch and he prays to whoever he can that he will not come just from Aaron undressing him.
Once Robert is down to his black briefs, he’s so hard he can barely think. Aaron moves up to Robert’s neck and pulls his hair back roughly, causing Robert to thrust his body towards Aaron involuntarily, letting out a long groan. Aaron presses wet, hot kisses into Robert’s neck and down his chest. The moans coming from Robert’s mouth are deep and long—thankfully there is no one else in the house; there is no chance Robert will be able to keep quiet. Aaron continues making his way down Robert’s stomach, rubbing his beard over Robert’s sides, inciting a low hiss from his husband.
He moves down and mouths Robert’s dick through his underwear. Robert practically growls, “Aaron I swear to God if you don’t get a move on, I will take care of it myself.” Even as he says it, he knows he is lying. He’d let Aaron tease him for an eternity.
Aaron gives him a cheeky smile before he finally (finally) pulls his briefs down, letting Robert’s dick bounce free from the fabric. Aaron runs his tongue down Robert’s thighs, sending white-hot sparks directly to Robert’s groin causing him to writhe uncontrollably. Robert wants something, some kind of friction; he wants Aaron, more than he ever has before. After what feels like hours of Aaron touching every inch of his body, Aaron runs his tongue along the tip of Robert’s dick agonizingly slowly, keeping his eyes on Robert the entire time.
Aaron firmly places his arm across Robert’s torso and adjusts his body so he’s holding Robert’s bottom half captive. Robert can’t move to get the friction he wants and Aaron is doing everything so goddamned slowly Robert’s afraid he’ll never get the release he wants.
Robert is going wild; he fists his hair and lets out whimpers that he’s not sure he’s ever made in his life. Aaron takes the tip of Robert’s dick into his mouth and moves shallowly up and down, teasing. Watching Aaron with Robert’s dick in his mouth is possibly the filthiest and most erotic image Robert has ever witnessed and no matter how many times they do this, it only ever gets better.
Robert grips the side of the mattress with his left hand, knuckles turning white and shoves his right hand into his mouth; it feels too good. Aaron knows exactly what to do to keep Robert right on the edge but never tipping him over. He’s so far gone, it takes him a few seconds to realize Aaron has stopped teasing and is pushing himself up to the side of the bed. “If that was it, Aaron, that’s the meanest joke you’ve ever played on me.” Aaron gives Robert a small smile and with a shake of his head, pulls Robert up to his feet.
Aaron chucks off his clothes with lightning speed and gets on his knees in front of Robert. “Robert, you’ve had a shit day. Let me make it better.”
He pulls Robert in closer, trailing kisses on the inside of Robert’s thighs and tonguing the underside of his balls. He wraps his hand around Robert’s length, giving it a few strokes so it reaches full hardness again.
With no warning, Aaron takes Robert’s length down in one quick movement and Robert’s eyes roll back into his skull. He throws his head back and yells out Aaron’s name. He bucks his hips forward and Aaron’s fingers dig into his arse. Robert can feel Aaron’s throat open as he takes the last of his dick down his throat.
Robert looks down and sees that Aaron not only has taken him all the way down, nose touching Robert’s skin, but that he’s looking up at Robert, watching him fall apart above him. Aaron pulls off after a few seconds, spit and pre-cum clinging to his lips. Robert’s breathing slows and he looks down at Aaron. “Well, that’s a nice skill to have.” That earns him an eye roll, and a moment to catch his breath.
Aaron dives back in, this time running his hands gently but firmly over Robert’s balls, massaging them as he hums around Robert’s dick.
He gets Robert close to the edge over and over only to pull off at the last minute each time. Robert has never been more desperate to come in his life. Sweat is dripping down his chest and he’s gripping Aaron’s hair so hard he’s afraid there will be bald spots when it’s all said and done. He’s practically bent over at an angle, long past able to stand straight up.
The heat in Robert’s groin increases and he knows that he’s about to explode. He taps Aaron’s shoulder, expecting him to pull off but Aaron only grips his thighs harder and Robert practically yells as he finally, mercifully, comes down Aaron’s throat. His vision goes white and he barely registers Aaron releasing his dick.
He falls backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily. Aaron lays down beside him, both their legs dangling off the side. Robert looks over at his husband and says with a wide smile, “I think you’ll find that I’ll be having more bad days, if that’s what I can expect.”