Danger Zone

The city outside is bright, but the colors turn into a blotchy mix in front of Aiden's eyes as they're filled with hot tears of both pleasure and the earlier grief.

A soft pleading sound leaves his lips as he feels Daime's fingers run down his naked skin, gentle, savoring every inch of him, but seconds later, Primo seals their lips and quiets the needy sounds.

They kiss like never before, thanks to Aiden's newfound braveness. He dares to take control for a moment and Primo groans, low and wanting and animalistic, as the smaller's tongue forces its way into his mouth. 

But he won't let Aiden do what he wants, no. 

He forgets for a moment how hard it had been for Aiden to give himself to them, to submit, to do some of the most elementary things without blushing or shying away and instead lets his fingers dig into his short bright hair, lets them grip a bit too tight and force his head back, letting him know how limited his actual control was. 

Whether it was right, he didn't know, but it wasn't like he could think at all with him so pliant under them, spread out and giving himself out to the fullest.

Daime's touches, terribly tender compared to Primo's rough kissing, shoulder the frame. There are no words, only sensation, smooth sensation. 

Tender, like the tickling lick of a kitten. Aiden feels powerless for a second, suddenly stoned. It's like Daime's mapping out his body, every dip and bump.

He's enjoying himself too, forgetting his disapproval from before. That's what Aiden's doing to him, that's all him and Aiden feels another spike of pride. 

He's ready for this, he thinks. He feels good, feels sexy and is slowly turning into liquid under Daime's smooth fingertips, which tickle his smooth and hot skin with every long stroke.

Wet, sloppy sounds leave his lips and he gulps down all the saliva gathering in his mouth like he's staring at the tastiest meal, like he's smelling the most amazing scent. 

Aiden fights for his breath for a moment in which he feels Primo's lips move down the side of his face, from his forehead, past his red ear and to his chin, not kissing, but just feeling the soft skin. 

Then his lips move to his throat, his neck and the junction between it and his heaving shoulder. 

It feels like Primo's trying to get the best he can from the moment, to remember the feeling of Aiden's skin like this will really be their final touch, trying to engrave his scent in his mind and lock the breathy sound of his voice in his ears. And all of that concentration on him makes Aiden so high on sensations.

Feeling his hands itch to touch, Aiden runs his fingers shyly over the hard muscle of Primo's stomach, slides them over his shoulders and down his back, touching everything he can reach. 

He hears Primo groans again, deep and rumbling, and then Daime's lips are on his bare stomach, taking his breath away.

"Breathe with me, Aiden."

He hears Daime instruct gently, bites his lip hard when Primo starts leaving trails of wet kisses over his neck and looks down. 

Daime's staring at him too, eyes dark and almost unrecognizable. 

It makes Aiden's mouth water and he thinks that if this is the looks he gives Primo every single time they're together like this, than he was out of his mind not to do this earlier. 

"Talk to us…Say what you want."

But Aiden has no strength and mind to form words. Every time he tries, the syllables turn into breathy moans and embarrassing gasps. 

The heat is humid, but every touch is freezing cold, leaving him shaking and shuddering, but wanting more. And for the first time Aiden seems almost feral, knowing what he wants and how to get it. 

But the other two had no intentions of rushing through this. 

No, Aiden is going to feel everything thoroughly, every kiss, and every caress. And by the end of it he would be seethed and happy and finally calm enough to tell them everything.

As if this will be the last time they would do this. Aiden doesn't want this to be their last but it feels like it. The two Santoros could feel it too.

They can feel that there will be something out of somewhere that would try to separate the three of them. They won't budge to that force but they can't say the same for Aiden.

But not right now, right now is more important that the future. It's what Aiden desires.

Daime's fingers were in Aiden's boxers in an instant, slowly pulling them down his legs and feeling the trained muscles of his hips strain under his hands. 

They had gone only this far the last times, but Aiden didn't seem to mind now. In fact, he looked far too gone to even notice. He looked utterly and completely touch starved.

When Daime leaned up and reached towards the bedside table, Aiden knew what was about to follow and he waited for it. 

He let himself melt against the warm sheets and bed covers, giving himself over completely to Daime and Primo and submitting. 

It was amazing how much he loved these people, how much he trusted them and how at peace he felt in their presence.

Caught in the trap of his thoughts, Aiden almost missed the soft sound when the tube of lube was opened. When he felt the cool liquid against the inside of his thighs, he shivered in anticipation. 

This was real, it was happening, and he wanted it.

Primo kissed him messily again, holding down his hands, as Daime opened him up, one finger at a time. 

Slow and deliberate movements. 

Gentle, as if Aiden is made out of glass. Lube trickled down between Aiden's thighs, soaking up the sheets under him. 

The erotic squelching sounds it made as Daime moved his finger inside of him made excited shivers run up and down his spine, made his face burn in embarrassment. 

He felt terribly warm, his skin is sticky with sweat and Primo's body above his is as if suffocating him. 

Saliva was trickling down Aiden's chin by the time they parted and Primo didn't wait for him to catch his breath before diving down to leave bright red marks over his neck, making him cry out.

By the time Daime worked a second finger into him, every nerve in his body was buzzing with need. Hands were all over him, sweat mingled with saliva and lube. 

All of those scents, all that heat made him dizzy in the best of ways. Fingers wrapped around his hot, neglected member, sweet cream pooled over his heaving stomach, and Aiden continued to moan and whine for more shamelessly. 

Primo whispered sweet nothings and hot dirty promises against his ear while Daime continued to work him open with wet fingers and tongue and he couldn't even think about being embarrassed or scared now.

All of those new sensations were pushing him towards the edge quicker than he would like, but he didn't dare protest. He needed to cum so badly by now. 

His moans turned silent, leaving only harsh pants behind. He held onto Primo for dear life, like he would run away if he loosened his hold.

And suddenly everything stopped. 

Daime's hands and mouth weren't on him anymore and Primo shifted away from his embrace. The sudden change made Aiden groan out, feeling cold and empty. 

When he looked up at Daime pleadingly, he got a silent answer in return.

Not yet.

"No condom. I want to feel you fully."

It is all the answer Aiden could give, the words hot and deep and the sound of his voice rumbling low in his chest. 

The fear was now a thrill, the shame was thrown out the window. He had never felt like this before.

Maybe because he wasn't on the level of these two mature people, ready to give him all he wanted, how he wanted.

Daime didn't say anything more. He held his gaze, Aiden needing to blink back the tears of pleasure so he could see every bit of him clearly. 

He forced his eyes to stay open as he felt Daime slowly pushing into him, opening him up wider that his fingers. The previous heat is back like it had never left. 

When the head was in fully, Aiden shut his eyes and bit his lip, fingers scrambling over the sheets for something to hold. He heard Daime breath out, long and deep, while Primo groaned from beside him.

"Ngh… Daime…"

The pressure steadily grew, agonizing inch by inch, second by second. 

Aiden could barely moan anymore, his mouth hung open, saliva dripping down his chin, but no sound came out aside from the quick intakes of breath the deeper Daime reached inside him.

It hurt just as much as any first time, the sting of his insides opening up for the first time wasn't pleasant, but knowing this is Daime's doing this to him was enough to satisfy Aiden and make his mind go blank for the pain.