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When Spencer slides onto his lap, he smells of the Aaron’s teatree body wash and the fancy shampoo that Aaron keeps in for him. He’s only wearing his boxers and the smile on his face tells Aaron exactly what Spencer’s plans are. The younger man hooks his arms around his lover's neck, scratches his nails against the base of his skull in the way that makes Aaron feel like he’s purring.
The sigh that leaves Aaron’s mouth is completely involuntary, so is the way his hands rub up and down Spencer’s bare thighs, enjoying the feeling of hairs tickle against his palms.
“I thought we were gonna watch Star Trek?” Aaron smirks at his boyfriend, leans in to nip a kiss from his pouting lips. Spencer is flushed from his shower and his hair is still damp. Aaron presses a little kiss to his hairline and inhales him in.
“I have an experiment for us to try. Hear me out.” Spencer has pulled back slightly to speak, he dodges Aaron’s playful lips to get his words out.
Aaron wins and wrings a kiss from him, hands moving up to Spencer’s waist so he can hold him tight.
“What kind of experiment?” He asks when Spencer has been made breathless and his lips match the colour of his flushed cheeks. The look on his face has turned dazed as he tries to remember what to say.
“I want you to be rough with me tonight. My hypothesis is that you’ve been too gentle with me. Don’t get me wrong, I love gentle, but I want to show you I can take it.”
There’s an opportunity to make a joke there, but Aaron lets it slide. From the way Spencer is biting at his lip, he senses the importance of the conversation.
“I like being gentle with you.” He slides his hands up Spencer’s back and cups his face. “You’re someone worth being gentle for.”
There is a slight melting then, as Spencer tucks his smile away and tries to regain his confidence. “I get that. I like how you spoil me, Aaron. But, I can take it rough. I like it when you’re mean. Do you remember the LDSK case?”
“I try not to, baby.”
“I think about it all the time. That night, I touched myself raw when I got back home. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt so bad jerking myself off to my boss who’d covered me in bruises. But I couldn’t help it.”
A shiver runs through Aaron at this, one of his hands curls into Spencer’s hair, so very gently.
“What were you thinking about? That night?” He tugs on Spencer’s hair and looks him straight in the eye. “Tell me.”
Spencer licks his lips. “I thought about how angry you looked, the way you seemed to enjoy insulting me. I imagined you doing it in bed. Slapping me around with that look on your face.” Spencer is panting slightly and his checked boxers are tented.
“What did I say to you?” He demands. His free hand slides under the waistband of Spencer’s shorts and he digs his nails into Spencer’s ass. Spencer grinds against his stomach to get away from the sting, hands coming to rest on Aaron’s broad shoulders.
“You, uh, you called me stupid. And a slut. For being so into the guy that just beat me up. And you told me I should, ah, apologise properly.”
Aaron tugs his hair from the root, enjoys the way it makes Spencer shiver from head to toe. He pulls him in for a kiss by his hair and makes sure to use his teeth. Their teeth collide, Aaron bites his bottom lip and thinks he tastes blood. For a second, he wonders if he’s gone too far but Spencer grinds into him and moans, shutting down any worries.
Strings of saliva bridge between their mouths and snap when they pull apart. Spencer’s skin is so hot that Aaron wonders if he could light a match on it.
“What do you want from me, Spencer? You want to grind on me? You want me to fuck your mouth? Tell me what you want.”
Spencer licked his lips, clearly imagining the latter. Aaron placed a stinging slap to the man’s thigh to get him to focus. “Answer me.” The resulting surge of Spencer’s hips into his own was worth the slight guilt he felt at the slap.
“Do that again.” Spencer moaned. His long fingers tugged at Aaron’s waistband. He pulled the elastic down so it sat under Aaron’s balls. Aaron had to shut his eyes when Spencer took him in hand. There was some shuffling and then the silken heat of Spencer’s own erection, bare, pressed against his own. The slide of Spencer’s hand was wet and glorious as both of their pre come mingled. Aaron opened his eyes to see Spencer dribbling a line of saliva down onto their cocks.
“Fuck, that’s dirty.” Aaron groaned.
“Dirty enough to spank me?” Spencer goaded. He thumbed over the heads of their cocks and Aaron bucked his hips beneath Spencer’s weight.
“You want me to spank you, baby? I can do that.” He didn’t let Spencer have time to prepare himself, just slapped him straight on his ass.
Spencer made a sound between a gasp and a croak. His hand moved between them, jerking them off together. “Again.” He whispered. His eyes were tightly screwed shut.
“Bossy.” Another open handed slap, this one to the thigh.
“Ah! Yes, Aaron.”
Their foreheads knocked together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Aaron surged forward and licked into Spencer’s parted lips, using a hand in his hair to guide him exactly where he wanted him.
With every moment they’d spent pressed into each other, more of the world melted away until their whole universe was only each other and every place where their skin was touching.
Aaron’s whole self felt full of Spencer- his wants and desires melting with his own. He slapped Spencer’s ass again, the palm of his hand stinging with it. It was as though the sting of the slap ricocheted through their bodies and straight into Aaron’s cock. All of it, the sting on his palm, the whining noise Spencer made with each hit, the weeping wetness that ebbed from both their cocks, it was all heaven.
“God, Spencer. I want to fuck you but I won’t last. I can’t peel myself away from you.”
“You can fuck me later.” Spencer’s head fell onto Aaron’s neck, as though he was so fucked out he couldn’t even hold his head up.
“You sound close. Do you want to come for me?” Aaron pulled him up by the hair so he could look into Spencer’s bright pink pace.
“Yes. Yes, I want to come for you. Can you-?” He didn’t finish the question because Aaron knew exactly what he wanted. He began a percussive rhythm of hits on Spencer’s ass, so hard and unrelenting that all Spencer could do was cry out and buck his hips with each assault.
Tears were running down his cheeks and his chest hitched with overwhelm as he stiffened up and came. His grip on their cocks tightened as he twitched through his orgasm. Aaron let go of his hair and used his aching palms to gather Spencer close. He pressed him against his chest and tucked his face into his neck, mouthing at the skin there.
“Was that rough enough for, love?” He asked in between kisses.
Spencer nodded and mumbled into his shoulder: “So good. I feel like jelly. I’m so relaxed you could probably fuck me dry right now.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
Spencer wiggled out from the tight embrace and steadied himself on Aaron’s shoulders so he could straighten up.
“Where are you going?” Aaron went to pull him back down but stopped when he realised Spencer was getting to his knees in front of him. “Oh, good boy.”
Spencer took his time using his tongue to clean off Aaron’s cock. It was a strange conundrum that his sensory averse boyfriend absolutely loved doing this.
He groaned as Spencer took the head of his cock into his mouth, he was so wound up that the wet heat around him felt divine. He felt depraved watching Spencer’s cheeks hollow, the blush of his cheeks almost as dark as Aaron’s blood flushed cock.
“You’re so good at this, Spencer. I bet you have a spread sheet in your mind of all the things I like best.”
In response, a hand gently rolled his balls. Spencer hummed in acknowledgement when Aaron’s hips twitched. His eyes met Aaron’s through wet eyelashes.
“You look so pretty like this, it makes me feel insane. Makes me feel like- ah!” He broke off when Spencer rubbed the tip of his tounge on his slit. His boyfriend smirked up at him, hand tight on his cock.
“Tell me how I make you feel, Aaron.” He had to squeeze his eyes tight shut as Spencer dove back in, so overwhelmed by the need to fuck into the beautiful mouth around him.
“You make me feel like a dirty old man. I feel perverted when I’m around you because all I want to do is keep you next to me and touch you all the time. When I’m bored in the office I want to call you to come and sit on my lap like a- oh fuck, baby.”
Spencer pulls off just in time, so that Aaron can watch as he comes all over his boyfriend’s face. Spencer strokes him through it, face smug as he licks his lips.
“You look like a wet dream right now.” Aaron tells him, hands slightly shaky as he goes to wipe at Spencer’s face.
Spencer catches his thumb in his mouth before he gets a chance. He hasn’t spoken yet but seems to find the thumb in his mouth soothing in some way. Aaron strokes his hair before tugging his currently occupied hand out of his lover’s mouth.
He stands on wobbly legs and tugs Spencer up, too. “Let’s go and clean up. Then we can have a chat about the whole thing.”
Worry flits across Spencer’s face at that. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Honey, I loved it. I just want to check in about it so we can do it again very soon.”