Danger Zone

With a quiet chuckle, Daime sucks the elder's balls and then licks further south, circling his tongue over his perineum while his hands roam and massage his legs. 

That is more like it, and Aiden moans freely as his nails gently scratch his boyfriend's scalp. His impatience isn't the only reason he prefers it when they got down to business. 

Even if he likes to savor it, he loves it when Daime comes at him full force. No holding back. That way, his victories are so much sweeter, and his defeats are so much more delicious.

Daime knows all the ins and outs of Aiden—what he likes and what he doesn't like, what affects him the most, and what barely has an effect at all. 

He knows exactly how to get his lover writhing and begging for him, to speed things up, to do so much more, to never stop. It is all so exhilarating, so pleasing. 

Daime has never had a lover that fulfills him like Aiden does, one who could rival him, give as good as he can take, and weaken him just as much as Daime can do in return.

But unfortunately for him, his cousin got all of Aiden's attention and this is what his role in the relationship. A sex friend. A past time. And this is what Daime feels. 

Daime grips the backs of Aiden's thighs with his strong, calloused hands and press them flat to the mattress as his tongue lazily trails further down until it is lightly tracing the quivering, needy rim of his lover. 

Aiden is the kind of responsive lover that always had an intense effect on their partner, just from their reactions alone. Every soft moan and labored breath heightens Daime's lust for the shorter man. He wants him more and more but still keeps his determination to take his time and keep things slow. 

"Fuck me already, please!"

It fills Daime with pride to have Aiden going from urging him to hurry up, to pleading with him to keep doing what he is doing, which is putting his tongue to good use. 

His eyes remain open as his tongue laps at the needy hole before him, seeing every twitch of the older's cock, every tightening of his abs, every single time his tongue darts out to moisten his dry lips. He misses nothing, takes it all in while he pleasures Aiden to the best of his abilities without giving him more than his tongue. 

This kind of teasing, though, Aiden likes. He doesn't complains, only asks for more while rolling his hips with a fluidity that is nothing short of arousing, easily pulling a groan out of Daime in the process. 

The closer Aiden comes to sweet release, the more vocal he becomes, and the more vocal he becomes, the more ardently the other man works to pleasure him. 

However, he has his habit of edging the older until he is quaking all over and babbling his unyielding need to come. 

What he really wants to hear is his partner's begs. It never ceases to amaze Daime how wholesome and intimate Aiden could make a few 'please's seem.

"Yes, please! Don't stop!"

He sounds near frantic and yet so sensual at the same time, leaving the small ember burning inside Daime to roar to life as if finding oxygen and gas for the first time. 

The heat within him is suddenly stifling, like molten lava igniting his core. With a deep, low groan, Daime lifts his head, ignoring the way his lover grips their sheets, and shakes his head back and forth, pleading with him not to stop, to make him come, to please stop teasing him.

Daime goes straight to Aiden's lips to shut him up from screaming and trails his finger to his hole.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me!"

And then Daime stops kissing him and moves away from Aiden. The older shocks at what Daime did and looks at him straight in the eyes.

"What are you doing? Fuck me already."

Daime can only chuckle. He feels like his mind will explode from all of these nonsense. He feels like a toy to Aiden. Something he can play with and something he can throw away when he is done.

Daime shakes his head as he realizes what he is to Aiden. A past time. Daime has always been a past time for Aiden. Something that can entertain the older while Primo is away. 

He drops his head and looks away from Aiden. Aiden moves towards Daime but the latter stands up from the bed and wears his clothes.

"Daime, baby! Wait! What are you doing?! Are you just going to leave me like this?!"

Daime looks back at him with a blank expression as he wears his briefs, pants and shirt. He sighs to Aiden as he sits on the chair beside the nightstand. 

"All this time that I've been keeping up with you and your desires. I've never thought that you would just treat me like I am some sort of a man-whore."

Daime chuckles as he grabs a glass from Primo's nightstand and pours him a drink. This made Aiden thinks of what he did.

Aiden has never seen Daime drinking before. He also remembers that Daime said that he can't drink alcohol because of a complication when he is just a child.

Something about a renal complication. 

He looks at Daime as he drinks the glass of whiskey as if it is nothing. He scrunches up his face as he slams the glass on the table before looking at Aiden again.

"I love you so much that it pains me when you just use me for sex. I never thought that you could do something like this but here we are now."

Aiden widens his eyes and he is unable to speak from what he heard of Daime. He shakes his head as he tries to approach Daime and makes him stop spouting words that hurts him.

"You only care about yourself. I didn't know you are this selfish. If only I knew this before, I won't probably chase you to the ends of the Earth."

Aiden continues to make him stop drinking the bottle of whiskey but Daime is persistent.

"Please Daime stop! You-"

"I, what? If you care about so much, if you know me so much, why would you think I feel like this, huh? Am I at fault to that, Aiden?! Am I the only one who should be adjusting to what you need?!"

Aiden stops from his tracks and looks at Daime as if he is joking. He gulps and walks away from Daime since he has never seen him get mad before. 

"I've endured all of the jealousy and faced all of the humiliation I get from you and this is your reward for that?! You should've just broken up with or straight up told me that it is Primo that you want because those are the signals I am getting from you."

Aiden tries to beg and pleads Daime to stop talking and just listen to him but Daime never did, eventually even in Aiden's dream, Daime left him. 

The latter left him, thinking of all the things that Aiden needs to reflect even in his waking life. Sadly, Aiden is as hard as a rock.