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Nobody's promised tomorrow / So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night / Like it's the last night. / If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you.
Aaron stood in the middle of their room, his chest heaving from the desperate way he’d begged Robert downstairs. “Just one more night.” His voice had cracked on the words, raw and terrified, and Robert had finally agreed. Eyes shining, shoulders slumping in defeat as he pulled Aaron into a hug that felt like a goodbye, an apology and a plea all at once.
Now they were alone, the house silent around them, and the air felt too thick to breathe.
Robert turned to face him, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted, the shadows of his guilt heavy on his face. “Aaron, I’m s—”
“Don’t.” Aaron’s voice was rough, almost angry, vibrating with a desperate kind of terror. “Don’t you dare say it again. Not tonight, please.”
He crossed the room in two strides and kissed Robert like he was trying to pour every unsaid thing into it: the fear, the love, the bone-deep fury that Robert would even consider walking away again. It wasn't a sweet kiss; Aaron’s mouth opened hungrily over Robert’s, their tongues clashing as Aaron’s hands fisted in Robert’s shirt, urging him to take it off. Robert made a broken, wounded sound at the back of his throat and kissed him back just as fiercely, his hands tangling in Aaron’s hair, holding him there like a lifeline.
They stumbled blindly toward the bed, shedding clothes in a frantic, clumsy rush. Fabric tore at their skin as they stripped each other bare, desperate to feel the undeniable proof that they were both still here, still flesh and blood. Aaron shoved Robert back onto the mattress, crawling over him, bracketing Robert’s hips with his knees. He was going to try to savour this moment.
For a breathless moment, they just looked at each other. Aaron’s eyes raked over Robert’s flushed, familiar skin, the broad expanse of his chest rising and falling rapidly. He loved every inch of this man. He loved the sharp cut of his jaw, the dusting of freckles across his chest, the way his pupils were already blown wide with need and love.
Aaron’s hands trembled as he slid them down Robert’s sides, his thumbs digging possessively into the dip of Robert's waist. “You are such a stubborn, self-sacrificing idiot,” he whispered, his voice cracking, thick with tears before he kissed him again. “I love you so much it drives me crazy. And I’d burn the whole village down before I let you leave me again.”
Robert’s breath hitched. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he reached up, cupping Aaron’s face with both hands, his thumbs tracing the curve of Aaron's cheekbones. “I love you,” he said, his voice raw and wrecked. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I’m so sorry I keep making you choose between me and everything else.”
Aaron shook his head fiercely. He didn't want apologies, he didn’t want Robert to think there had ever been a choice. Because there hadn’t. Aaron would always choose Robert over anything and anyone else, without giving it as much as a second thought. It was not a choice anymore, it was part of who he is.
He wanted Robert completely consumed, unable to think of anything but this, of them in bed, of their hands mapping each other’s bodies. He leaned down and kissed him again, harder this time, a bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation. “Shut up and let me have you,” he growled against Robert’s swollen lips. “Just… let me have you tonight, alright?”
Robert nodded frantically, his head falling back against the pillows, exposing the long, pale column of his throat. Aaron took the invitation, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, biting gently at his pulse point, feeling the frantic flutter of Robert’s heart beneath his lips. He loved having this effect on him.
Aaron worshipped his way down Robert’s body, his hands mapping every familiar plane and curve. When Aaron finally took him in his mouth, slow and agonisingly deep, Robert completely unspooled. His hips snapped up off the mattress, a shattered, breathless moan tearing from his throat. Aaron hummed against him, chasing that sound. He loved the noises Robert made—the breathless string of curses, the high, desperate whimpers, the way his voice wrecked completely around Aaron’s name like a prayer.
Aaron worked him thoroughly, his tongue tracing every sensitive ridge, swirling and sucking until Robert’s hands were fisted so tightly in the bedsheets he felt like he didn’t have much energy left.
Aaron wanted to make him feel so much pleasure it wiped every thought of prison from his brilliant, stupid brain. He swallowed Robert's ragged gasps, his own body burning with the need to take him apart and put him back together.
When Robert started trembling, on the jagged edge of coming, Aaron pulled back. He crawled up Robert's body, capturing his mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, letting Robert taste his own slick heat on Aaron's tongue.
“I want you, inside me” Robert said, his voice a frantic, wrecked whisper against Aaron's lips. His hips chased Aaron's, completely undone. “Please, Aaron. I need to feel you.”
Aaron didn’t make him ask twice. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicking himself and Robert up with shaking hands. He positioned himself, locking his eyes onto Robert’s tear-stained face, and pushed in—slow, stretching, and unimaginably deep.
Both of them let out a simultaneous, guttural groan. The heat, the tight, slick friction, the absolute perfection of how they fit together, it was a physical shock to the system. Aaron stayed buried to the hilt for a second, just breathing, letting Robert adjust, his hands gripping Robert's hips tight enough to leave bruises. He wanted to leave marks. He wanted Robert to wake up tomorrow with the undeniable proof that he belonged to Aaron.
“You feel so fucking good,” Aaron rasped, dropping his head to kiss Robert’s jaw.
Aaron began to move. He started slow, dragging himself out almost to the tip before plunging back in, savoring the wet, heavy sounds their bodies made in the quiet room. But the desperation quickly took over. The rhythm turned frantic, driving. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, driven by the sheer terror of losing him.
Robert clung to him, his long legs wrapping tightly around Aaron’s waist to anchor him in. He arched into every punishing stroke, his nails digging sharp half-moons into the muscles of Aaron’s back. “Harder,” Robert gasped, his head tossing on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t hold back. Make me feel it. I need to feel you tomorrow.”
Aaron gave him exactly what he asked for. He grabbed Robert’s thighs, pushing them wider, fucking him with deep, relentless thrusts that made the headboard slam rhythmically against the wall. He chased every gasp, leaning down to devour Robert’s whimpers, their mouths sliding together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
“You belong here,” Aaron growled against his mouth, his hips snapping forward, hitting that perfect spot inside Robert over and over. “You hear me? In this bed. With me. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” Robert sobbed out, completely lost to the sensation, his hips rising to meet Aaron's quick pace. “I’m yours, Aaron. Only yours.”
The possessiveness in Aaron’s chest flared white-hot. He picked up the pace, his chest heaving, sweat slicking their bodies together. Every time Robert whimpered his name, every time his inner muscles clenched tight and desperate around him, Aaron felt the ache in his chest sharpen into something unbearable.
Robert hit his peak first. He let out a shattered, deep cry, his back arching off the bed as he came hard, his body convulsing around Aaron in tight, unrelenting waves.
The feeling of Robert clenching around him dragged Aaron right over the edge. With a hoarse shout, Aaron buried himself as deep as he could go, his own release hitting him so hard his vision went white. He collapsed over Robert, his heart hammering against Robert's ribs, both of them trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks rolled through them.
They fell apart together, clinging to each other like the world might tear them apart at any second.
Afterwards, the room was silent except for the harsh sound of their breathing. They stayed locked together, tangled in the messy sheets. Robert’s arms were wrapped fiercely around Aaron’s back, holding him so tightly it almost hurt. Aaron buried his face in the damp crook of Robert’s neck, inhaling the musky, familiar scent of him, pressing soft, desperate kisses to his pulse point.
“I love you,” Aaron whispered into Robert's skin, his voice cracking, the tears he'd been fighting finally spilling over. “So much. Don’t you dare forget that.”
Robert’s hand slid into Aaron's hair, his fingers stroking gently, keeping him anchored. “I love you too,” Robert whispered back, his own tears slipping silently into his hair. “More than anything. Even if this was our last night on Earth, I’d still choose you. Always you.”
They lay tangled together for hours as the silence of the farmhouse stretched out around them, the terrifying urgency of their lovemaking giving way to a profound, exhausted stillness. The morning sun would inevitably rise to drag them back into the nightmare, threatening to rip open all the old wounds they had spent the last months trying desperately to heal. Still, the suffocating fear that had been strangling them both all evening had been completely burned away by the sheer, devastating intensity of what they had just shared.
Robert pressed his face deeper into Aaron's shoulder, anchoring himself to the steady warmth of the man who refused to let him drown. He knew, deep down, that whatever hell was waiting for them at dawn, they were going to wake up and fight like hell to never have to be apart again.