Taking advantage, Brad shifted them both so that Aaron felt the edge of the desk against the backs of his legs. He was pushed down onto it, sitting down on papers, or maybe on the wood of the desk, and honestly not knowing or caring which one. The kiss had his whole attention.
It wasn’t a kiss like any that Aaron had had before. Granted, it had been a few years, since he’d been in school and his parents had still been around, since the last time, but he would remember something like this. Brad took control of his lips, his tongue, completely, and Aaron seemed to have little choice but to arch toward him, to give himself over, to try to plaster his body as close to Brad’s as he possibly could.
All of the tension, all of the attraction, which had been simmering through Aaron since the moment his fingers had first touched Brad, it finally all broke free, all exploded, with a force as intense and as irresistible as a volcano erupting. He could resist this no more than he could stand the heat of it, and when Brad pushed Aaron’s legs apart, when he slid between them and when Aaron felt the heat of the other man’s cock pressing hard and demanding against his own, that was when he knew he was lost.
Everything was happening so fast, and Aaron’s head spun not only with desire but with the attempt to try to catch up, to make some sort of sense of all of this. His jeans were drawn down, his underwear, leaving him bare and open and vulnerable.
“Tell me to stop.” Brad’s voice was hoarse, all of that iron control finally starting to bend, to come close to breaking. “Tell me to stop, Aaron, and I will.”
Meanwhile, Aaron heard the crinkle of the foil wrapper, and when he glanced down, he saw that Brad had his fussy suit pants opened, a thick, swollen cock eased out through the open zipper.
It was hard to think, hard to even breathe, and yet, Aaron somehow knew that if he wanted this to stop, it would stop. Brad meant what he was saying. So he just shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to ask Brad to stop, because this was so completely and utterly perfect, even if it was equally wrong.
Instead, he just kissed him again, and his tongue plunged hotly into Brad’s mouth as he felt the furtive little movements of Brad slipping the condom over that impressively thick cock of his.
“Just do it,” Aaron finally gasped out the words, asked for it, though he wouldn’t have thought it possible even half an hour ago. The heat, the lust, which rose in him was unlike anything he ever could have even comprehended, and all control was quickly being lost.
The worst part was, part of him wanted to lose that control, and when Brad pressed the tip of his slick, sheathed cock against Aaron’s hole, he was more than ready. Bracing himself for what he knew was going to be an incredibly intense experience, he spread his legs wide, propping himself up on the desk with his elbows as he looked into those gorgeous, glimmering eyes.
Brad was big, and thick, and hot, and yes, there was a slight bit of stinging when the other man suddenly pushed his hips forward and started to slip inside of him. But what there also was was a deep, shuddering sense of satisfaction, a sense of rightness that made every bit of the slight discomfort worth it.
More than worth it. Aaron locked his legs around Brad and tried to pull him as deeply inside himself as he possibly could, somehow eager to be fully linked, fully joined, to him.
