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that he wouldn’t utter a word.
    Barely a moment later, he screamed out his pleasure as Aaron crooked his fingers and found his prostate. But he’d been right about the bastard thing—the second Danny decided that having Aaron’s fingers lodged deeply inside him was truly glorious, Aaron took them away.
    Danny blinked rapidly, whimpering low in the back of his throat as he struggled to keep back more articulate pleas. He groaned when he saw Aaron finally undo his fly and reveal his cock. He was gorgeous. Danny reached out, desperate to touch his lover. The cuffs pulled him back, jarring his shoulders as he fell back. His hands clenched into fists, but there was nothing he could do.
    Aaron watched it all with obvious appreciation. Just to rub salt into the wound, he stroked his shaft several times—making a big show of being able to use his hands in whatever way he pleased, before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He deftly rolled the transparent barrier down his shaft and slicked it with extra lube. All of a sudden, Danny realised something else about Aaron’s cock. It was bloody well huge.
    As in, it was so big that Danny had no idea if he could actually do this. Panic exploded in his mind like a shell on the battlefield.
    Aaron moved across the bed until he knelt between Danny’s raised feet. His knees were still pulled back to his chest, he was open and vulnerable, but he didn’t try to move. Aaron grabbed Danny’s hips and leant forward. The tip of his cock kissed against Danny’s hole. Their gazes met. Maybe Aaron saw the sudden misgivings in Danny’s eyes, because his expression turned serious.
    “Say it,” he ordered.
    “Yes.” Size issues aside, there was no way in hell Danny could have given a different answer. He needed this too much to retreat.
    Aaron took him at his word. He pushed forward.
    Danny forgot how to breathe as the topmost part of Aaron’s cock entered him. He closed his eyes, blocking out all distractions.
    “No. Look at me.”
    Danny wasn’t sure if it was physically possible for him to obey. He didn’t even try; he was too busy scrambling to process the waves of sensations that rolled through him. It was just on the cusp between pleasure and pain, on the fence between something he loved and hated. His thoughts raced faster, tangling with each other and becoming more intense as they were rendered more confused.
    “If you don’t do as I say in the next three seconds, I’ll end the scene.”
    Danny couldn’t risk calling Aaron’s bluff. He forced open his eyes and blinked up at Aaron—at his first ever lover, his first ever dom.
    “Good boy,” Aaron murmured.
    The words had magical properties. Danny felt himself relax as soon as they hit the air. Perhaps it was Aaron’s confidence, perhaps it was the unexpected joy to be found in obeying and pleasing Aaron, whatever it was, it was gold dust. Every atom of it was precious.
    Aaron rocked his hips, sinking his cock deeper into Danny’s hole.
    Danny helplessly moaned his approval. He didn’t dare close his eyes.
    “That’s right,” Aaron said. His voice wasn’t soft. There was nothing gentle about it, but it was mellow and warm—the tone of a man completely satisfied with the world.
    Danny fell in love with the sound right then. He needed to be the one who always made Aaron sound like that, who always made his lover so happy he’d only ever speak to him that way.
    Aaron pulled back. His grip on Danny’s hips tightened then, as he slid back into Danny, faster this time, and deeper.
    “Does that feel good?” Aaron asked.
    Danny nodded, unsure what pitch his voice would adopt if he tried to speak, or what words might leave his mouth.
    Again, Aaron rocked back only to plough into Danny more roughly on his return.
    Danny bit down on his bottom lip as he fought to keep his inclination to either beg, or to say silly things, to a man he doubted had any tolerance for either begging or silliness.
     
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