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Sex with John had been…overwhelming. It’s like a switch had flipped every single time. Normally John was quiet, kind and a little awkward. All of that fell away as soon as they got in bed. Or on couch or in van or or or…
Aaron barely had to do anything, just brace himself and John did the rest.
“You know I’ll take care of you…” John would rasp into Aaron’s ear as he seated himself into Aaron’s grasping heat.
It always felt like a punch in the gut, that first hot slide inside. And Aaron would grunt and nod and push back against John because he was searing hot and Aaron thought he might die unless John started moving now, dammit.
Aaron didn’t try, but he would inevitably compare all of his lovers to Robert. It was hard not to when they’d been together for as long as they had been. Certainly Aaron’s longest relationship by a wide margin.
So when John pushed him face first onto the bed of the van that first time, Aaron had thought, and he hates himself for it now, he reminds me of Robert.
It was part of the reason he’d been so upset when he’d found out that John was a Sugden. And was his similarity to Robert the reason he’d gone back for more? Well, that’s no one’s business but his.
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Sex with Robert had always been more collaborative. Yes, intense, but it seemed to Aaron that he and Robert had always been allies working to the same common goal: To make each other come.
Robert was the best he’d ever had, and he now knew, would be the best he’d ever have.
There was no penetration that first time they’d fucked after Robert had come back.
Their breaths had hung heavy and close, and they’d been pressed so tightly against one another in Victoria’s box room that the thought of it hadn’t even crossed each other’s minds. All they’d needed was hands and lips and tongues.
Robert had pulled away from Aaron, and Aaron had tightened his arms around Robert, unwilling to let him get away after so long, a question in his eyes. He’d met Robert’s eyes, soft and smiling a welcome change from when Aaron had found him here less than an hour before. Aaron couldn’t help himself and he smiled back.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Robert had breathed against his lips, then kissed him so sweetly that Aaron felt a catch in his chest.
“Let me blow you,” Robert said as he pulled away. Aaron had licked his lips and nodded. The grin that hurt his eyes more than sunshine was his reward and Robert crawled down his body as Aaron sat up against the headboard.
Robert lost 0.01 seconds and simply inhaled Aaron’s cock down to the root.
“Fuck!” Aaron gasped and his hands came up to tangle in Robert’s scruffy blonde locks. Robert groaned deep and low in the back of his throat at this and Aaron let out an answering sound as he felt the vibrations around his cock.
“Fuck, Robert. That’s it. Take it,” Aaron had babbled a string of expletives and superlatives: (best, most, etc.)
Robert had sucked him off like the champion that Aaron had molded him into back in the day. There was no rust on Robert. Later, he would wonder about that, even later he’d know.
It can’t have taken more than five minutes for Aaron to come down Robert’s grasping, fluttering throat.
“Come ‘ere,” Aaron said as soon as Robert’s mouth was empty.
The older man was sputtering and coughing, his cheeks red and his eyes tearing and Aaron didn’t think anyone had ever looked more beautiful. He pulled Robert up by his shoulders and shoved his tongue into Robert’s mouth, licking and sucking into every corner to steal the taste of himself.
Robert let his mouth be plundered as he tried to get his breath back. He could barely breathe and he thought he might pass out but the idea of pulling away from Aaron’s mouth never once came into his thoughts.
Aaron shifted and pressed his thigh between Robert’s legs. Robert grunted and gasped and his head fell into the gap between Aaron’s shoulder and neck. One of Aaron’s hands slid up Robert’s sweaty back and into his equally drenched hair and held him there, as he brought his other hand down and wrapped it around Robert’s cock.
Robert let out a grunt that was more sob than anything and wrapped his (enormous, jesus christ when did that happen?) arms around Aaron’s shoulders, holding him close. It was so hot and they were so sweaty that Aaron could barely hold onto Robert’s cock but that didn’t seem to matter as Robert just rutted his his hips into the tight curl of Aaron’s hand until he tensed and groaned out his release.
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Now, here they were, in their bed in their home on their farm. And Aaron could not let Robert get away from him again.