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It had been four months since that unforgettable first night with the red motorcycle. What started as a casual encounter full of sexual tension and repressed desire had blossomed into an intense, passionate, and completely official relationship.
James and Aiden were now steady boyfriends.
They shared an apartment, lazy mornings, long nights, and a bond that grew stronger every day.
At the university, they were the couple everyone talked about: the charismatic business guy and the theater star with that baddie aura that drove everyone crazy.
That night, Aiden arrived at the apartment past eleven thirty, after a particularly exhausting ballet rehearsal.
He closed the door with his foot and let out a long sigh, dropping his backpack to the floor. Without saying a word, he took off his black leather jacket — the one James loved so much — and tossed it onto the couch. Then, with a smooth and provocative movement, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso and the top surgery scars that James loved to kiss.
James was sitting at the dining table, focused on editing photos for the university newspaper on his laptop. When he looked up, the world stopped.
Aiden looked absolutely devastating.
The two new silver angel bites on his upper lip shone, giving him an even more arrogant, rebellious, and fucking sexy look. His brown hair with lighter streaks was messy from the motorcycle helmet, falling disorderly over his forehead. But what really made James’s pulse race painfully were the new tattoos.
On his lower back, right where the perfect curve of his ass began, he had an elegant and delicate tattoo: fine intertwined lines with wildflowers and small stars that extended gracefully. And when Aiden, with that mocking and confident smile that defined him, slowly turned around and pulled down his gray sweatpants a little, he revealed the second tattoo: the name “James” written in beautiful elegant cursive, right in the center of his left ass cheek.
“So, photographer?” Aiden asked in a husky, provocative voice, looking at him over his shoulder while slightly moving his hips. “I got them two weeks ago. I wanted it to be a special surprise for you. Do you like what you see?”
James closed the laptop so hard he almost broke it. He stood up from the chair so fast it fell backward. In less than three seconds he was already kissing his boyfriend deeply while his hands went to Aiden’s back, his large, strong hands gripping those hips firmly, pressing his already hard erection against him.
“Fuck, Aiden…” James growled against his nape, his voice deep and filled with desire. “You got my fucking name tattooed on your ass? Are you crazy?”
“I wanted that every time you fuck me, you know this ass has an official and permanent owner,” Aiden replied, pushing his ass back against him shamelessly. “Now you’re part of me… literally.”
James let out a low moan and bit Aiden’s shoulder hard, leaving a red mark. Then he started kissing down his entire back, slowly, running his tongue over the new lower back tattoo with almost religious devotion. He continued lower until he reached the left ass cheek and bit right over his own name, sucking the skin hard.
“Mine,” he whispered with fierce possessiveness. “You’re so fucking mine.”
Aiden let out a broken laugh that turned into a muffled moan when James yanked down his pants and underwear in one rough motion, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the living room. James knelt behind him, spread his cheeks with both hands, and buried his face between his legs without mercy.
He ate him out like a starving man. He ran his flat tongue slowly from his entrance to his hard cock, savoring him with approving moans. Then he attacked with more intensity: sucking the cock with an open mouth, sucking hard and vibrating his tongue while pushing two thick fingers inside, curling them expertly to hit that spot that always made him tremble. Aiden had to brace himself against the wall, moaning loudly, one hand tangled in James’s curly hair, moving his hips against his face without shame.
“James… shit… like that, right there…” Aiden panted, the angel bites shining every time he bit his lower lip.
James kept him on the edge of orgasm for almost fifteen minutes, stopping every time he felt him close, torturing him with that expert tongue and those fingers that knew him by heart. Only when Aiden started begging between broken moans did James stand up, pick him up in his arms, and carry him to the bed.
James threw him face down onto the bed firmly but not roughly, the mattress sinking under their combined weight. Aiden ended up completely stretched out, his face half-buried in the sheets, his ass slightly raised naturally.
James took a few seconds to admire the view in front of him: the delicate tattoo of flowers and stars on his lower back, and just below it, on the left ass cheek, his own name marked in elegant cursive.
“Look at you…” James murmured in a hoarse, almost reverent voice, running his hands along Aiden’s sides. “With my name tattooed on your ass like you’re my property.”
He positioned himself on top of him, completely covering Aiden with his larger body. His chest pressed against Aiden’s back, his legs spreading his boyfriend’s.
James’s hard, hot cock rubbed between his cheeks, sliding through the wetness that already soaked everything.
Aiden let out a low moan when he felt James’s weight pinning him against the mattress. He couldn’t move much in this position, and that only turned him on more.
“James… put it in already,” Aiden pleaded in a muffled voice against the sheets.
James smiled against his nape and bit his shoulder gently while aligning the head of his cock against Aiden’s soaked entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch, enjoying how the hot, tight walls swallowed him whole. When he was fully inside, both let out a long, deep moan.
“Fuck, Aiden… you’re so tight like this—” James growled against his ear, staying still for a moment so he could feel every pulse.
He started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling out almost completely only to bury himself to the hilt again with controlled force. Every thrust made his pelvis slap against Aiden’s ass, pressing against the tattoo with his name. The wet sound of skin against skin filled the room along with Aiden’s muffled moans.
James slid one hand under Aiden’s body, finding his hard cock and starting to rub it in firm, steady circles while continuing to fuck him. With the other hand he grabbed his hair, pulling it back gently so he could kiss his neck and whisper in his ear.
“Every time I thrust… you’re going to feel my name against your skin. You’re mine, Brooks. This tight cunt, this ass, all of this is mine.”
Aiden moaned louder, unable to do much more than grip the sheets and push back slightly with his hips. The position left him completely at James’s mercy, and that drove him crazy. He felt every inch, every vein of James’s cock rubbing inside him, hitting exactly where it gave him the most pleasure.
James gradually increased the pace. His thrusts became harder, deeper, more brutal. The mattress creaked beneath them. James’s body completely covered Aiden’s, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, heavy breathing mixing together.
“So good… so wet for me,” James growled without stopping. “Feel how I fill you completely, baby.”
He changed the angle slightly to hit that sensitive spot inside Aiden more directly, fucking him with short, fast thrusts that made Aiden release sharp, desperate moans. His hand never stopped rubbing the cock, faster and faster, in sync with his thrusts.
Aiden was wrecked with pleasure. The pressure of James’s body on top, the feeling of being completely full, the constant friction against his cock, and the possessiveness in James’s voice were pushing him to the limit.
“James… I’m close… don’t stop, please…” he begged in a broken voice.
James bit his shoulder harder and increased the intensity, fucking him mercilessly, deep and fast, while rubbing his cock with precise movements.
“Come for me, Aiden. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock while you have my name tattooed on your ass.”
Aiden came with a long, muffled cry, his whole body convulsing beneath James, his inner walls clenching around James’s cock with spasmodic force. James kept fucking him through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, growling against his nape as he felt Aiden shake and fall apart beneath him.
He didn’t pull out. He kept moving slower, deeper, possessive, enjoying the contractions while Aiden panted, trying to catch his breath.
“Do you want more?” James whispered against his ear, biting his lobe.
Aiden could only nod weakly, still trembling.
James pulled out slowly, drawing a whiny moan from Aiden at the sudden emptiness. He gripped his hips firmly and lifted him, positioning him on all fours on the bed. Aiden obeyed without protest, arching his back instinctively like the good dancer he was, offering himself completely.
The view was absolutely sinful.
The tattoo of flowers and stars on his lower back curved elegantly, and just below it, on the left ass cheek, the name “James” seemed to shine under the dim light. James ran his hand over the tattoo possessively, squeezing the flesh hard.
“God… this view is going to kill me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He knelt behind him and, without giving him much time, aligned his still hard and wet cock with his entrance and thrust in with one deep push, all the way to the hilt. Aiden let out a long, loud moan, gripping the sheets with both hands.
“Fuck… it feels even bigger like this,” Aiden panted, pushing back so James could go even deeper.
James started moving with strong, steady thrusts, gripping Aiden’s hips with both hands to pull him back every time he pushed forward. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping filled the entire room along with Aiden’s moans and James’s growls.
“No one else is ever going to see you like this. No one else is ever going to fuck you like this. This tight cunt is only for me.”
Aiden was on the edge, moaning incoherently, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.
James felt it and increased the speed of his hand on Aiden’s cock, rubbing it fast and firm while continuing to thrust without stopping.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come with my cock inside you while you look at my name on your ass.”
Aiden came with a long, muffled cry, his whole body convulsing, his inner walls clenching around James’s cock with spasmodic force. His arms gave out and he fell chest-first onto the bed, but James didn’t stop. He kept fucking him through the entire orgasm, prolonging it until Aiden was panting and shaking uncontrollably.
James continued moving slower, deeper, and more possessively, savoring the contractions around his cock.
“Are you okay?” James asked, his voice hoarse but affectionate, caressing his back.
Aiden could only nod weakly, still catching his breath, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
James smiled and gave him one last soft spank over the tattoo of his name.
“Good… because I’m not done with you yet.”
James pulled out of him slowly, drawing a long, whiny moan from Aiden at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He gave him one last soft spank over the tattoo with his name and lay down on his back in the center of the bed, his cock hard, glistening with Aiden’s juices and throbbing against his abdomen.
“Get on,” James ordered in a hoarse voice, looking at him with dark eyes full of desire. “I want you to ride me. I want to see my name bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Aiden, still trembling from the previous orgasm, turned with an arrogant and sexy smile. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself with his back to James, giving him a perfect view of his ass, the tattoos, and his lower back. He leaned forward slightly, grabbed the thick base of James’s cock with one hand and lined it up.
He sank down slowly, inch by inch, swallowing it all until his ass touched James’s abdomen. He let out a long, guttural moan, throwing his head back.
“It feels so big… so deep like this…” Aiden panted.
He started moving. First slowly, rolling his hips in wide circles, feeling how James’s cock filled him and rubbed against every inner wall. James had a privileged view: the lower back tattoo arching with every movement, and especially the name “James” on the left ass cheek bouncing every time Aiden rose and fell.
“Fuck, Aiden… look at you,” James growled, gripping his hips firmly with both hands. “You’re a fucking vision. My name bouncing on your ass while you ride me.”
Aiden began to pick up the pace. He rose almost until the cock was completely out and then dropped down hard, bouncing with fluid and powerful movements worthy of a dancer. The wet, obscene sound of his ass slapping against James’s abdomen filled the room along with his moans and James’s growls.
James couldn’t stay still. He lifted his hips to meet every downward movement of Aiden, fucking him from below with powerful thrusts. One of his hands slid up Aiden’s back, tracing the flower tattoo, while the other went down to rub his hard cock in fast, precise circles.
“Faster, baby,” James demanded, giving him a hard spank on the tattooed cheek. “I want to see you bounce like the desperate slut you are.”
Aiden obeyed. He started riding him with more intensity, rising and falling hard, bouncing almost violently. His moans grew louder and more constant. The angel bites shone every time he bit his lip.
Sweat ran down his back and ass, making the tattoos look even brighter under the light.
James was hypnotized. He couldn’t stop watching how his name moved with every bounce, how Aiden’s ass swallowed his cock over and over, how his cock dripped around him.
“You feel so good… so tight…” James growled nonstop. “Keep going, ride me harder. I want to feel you come with my cock inside you.”
Aiden placed his hands on James’s thighs for better leverage and started bouncing with more savagery, moving his hips in circles and then rising and falling uncontrollably. James kept rubbing his cock mercilessly, syncing the movements of his hand with Aiden’s bounces.
The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Aiden felt every inch, every vein, every thrust from below. His legs started shaking from the effort, but he didn’t stop.
“James… I’m close… so close…” he warned in a broken voice.
James gripped his hips harder and started fucking him from below with fast, deep thrusts, lifting his pelvis powerfully while continuing to stimulate his cock.
“Come for me, Aiden. I want to feel you squeeze while you bounce on my cock.”
Aiden came with a sharp, long cry, his whole body convulsing violently. His inner walls clenched around James’s cock with spasmodic force while he kept bouncing between tremors. James growled and kept fucking him through the entire orgasm, prolonging it until Aiden nearly collapsed forward.
James held him by the hips, keeping him in place while enjoying the last contractions around his cock.
“So good… so beautiful…” James whispered, caressing his back tenderly.
Aiden, panting and trembling, turned his head slightly to look at him over his shoulder with a satisfied and exhausted smile.
James pulled out of him carefully after the intense reverse cowboy, holding Aiden so he wouldn’t collapse. Aiden’s body was visibly shaking, his legs weak and his breathing ragged. James turned him gently and lay down behind him, pressing his chest completely against Aiden’s sweaty back. This position was more intimate, closer, and James used it to wrap him in his arms.
“Come here, baby…” James whispered against his nape, kissing it tenderly while lifting one of Aiden’s legs and aligning himself again.
Aiden felt James’s thick, still completely hard cock rubbing against his soaked entrance and let out a moan that was a mix of pleasure and surprise.
“Wait… James… are you still hard?” Aiden asked in a hoarse, broken voice, turning his head slightly to look at him. “I already came like three times… how the fuck are you still not done?”
James smiled against his shoulder and pushed forward, entering slowly but deeply in that spooning position. Aiden let out a long, shaky moan as he felt him filling him again.
“I don’t know…” James replied in a deep, desire-laden voice, starting to move with slow, deep thrusts. “With you I just don’t get tired. I’ve been with you for four months and every time I have you like this… I want more. I want to fuck you all night.”
Aiden gasped when James started fucking him with more rhythm, one hand wrapping around his body to rub his swollen, sensitive cock. He was overstimulated. Every brush, every thrust, every circle on his cock sent small shocks that were almost too much.
“James… fuck… I’m too sensitive…” Aiden moaned, grabbing the arm James had around him. “I can’t believe you have this much stamina… normally I’m the one who can’t leave you alone, the one who looks for you all day… and now look at me… I’m destroyed and you’re still going like it’s nothing.”
James let out a low, dark laugh, speeding up his thrusts slightly while hugging him tighter against his chest. His hips slapped against Aiden’s ass with a steady, deep rhythm. He could perfectly feel how Aiden trembled in his arms.
“Maybe today I want to show you that I can take care of you all night,” James murmured against his ear, biting his lobe and playing with one of his angel bites. “I want you to feel that I can fuck you all night if I want”
Aiden let out a sharp moan when James changed the angle and started hitting that sensitive spot inside him with every thrust. James’s hand never stopped rubbing his cock, slow but firm, prolonging the almost unbearable pleasure. Aiden was exhausted, his legs shaking, his body covered in sweat and sensitive to every touch.
“I’m overstimulated… James, please… it’s too much…” Aiden begged in a broken voice, but at the same time he pushed back slightly, seeking more.
James hugged him tighter, pressing their bodies completely together, fucking him with deep, controlled thrusts. He kissed his nape, his shoulder, his neck, whispering dirty and affectionate words in his ear.
“You feel so good… so tight even after coming so many times… Feel how I’m still hard for you. I’m not going to come until you can’t take it anymore.”
Aiden was shaking uncontrollably. Tears of pleasure escaped from the corners of his eyes. He had never seen James with this much stamina. Usually he was the one constantly provoking him, the one who couldn’t keep his hands off, but tonight James seemed unstoppable.
“James… you’re going to kill me…” Aiden moaned, his voice broken. “I can’t… I’m too sensitive… but don’t stop…”
James smiled and sped up a little more, fucking him with more intensity in that intimate position, never stopping hugging him or rubbing his cock. Every thrust was deep, slow, and deliberate, making Aiden feel every inch.
“Do you want me to come inside you?” James asked in a hoarse voice against his ear.
Aiden could only nod weakly, biting one of his angel bites while another orgasm threatened to completely overwhelm him.
James pulled out of Aiden slowly, who let out a long, shaky moan at the sudden emptiness. His body was completely limp, sweaty, and sensitive. James turned him easily onto his back and positioned himself between his legs, looking at him with an intensity that made Aiden shiver.
“James… wait…” Aiden panted in a broken voice, his eyes glassy and the angel bites shining.
“I can’t take anymore… you’ve already made me come so many times and you’re still… how the fuck do you have this much stamina? Normally I’m the one chasing you around the apartment… and now… you’re still hard like at the beginning.”
James smiled with a mix of arrogance and affection. He grabbed Aiden’s legs, lifted them, and placed them over his own shoulders, folding him almost in half. This position left Aiden completely exposed, vulnerable, and open for him.
“Because today I just want to dedicate myself to you,” James replied in a deep voice as he aligned his still hard and glistening cock against Aiden’s swollen, dripping entrance. “I want you to feel that I can fuck you all night if I want… and that I’ll never get tired of this cunt.”
He pushed forward and entered with one deep movement, all the way to the hilt. Aiden let out a sharp cry and arched his back, his hands desperately gripping the sheets.
“Ahh! Fuck, James! It feels way too deep like this…” he moaned, eyes half-closed in overstimulation.
James started moving with long, powerful, controlled thrusts. In this position he could perfectly see Aiden’s face: his glassy turquoise eyes, his slightly open mouth with the angel bites shining, and every expression of pleasure and exhaustion.
He could also see how his cock entered and exited Aiden’s swollen cunt, and how the tattoos moved with every thrust.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this…” James growled, fucking him harder. “Overstimulated, shaking, with my name tattooed on your ass and begging me not to stop.”
Aiden was at his limit. Every thrust hit that sensitive spot directly. His cock was swollen and extremely sensitive. James lowered one hand and started rubbing it in fast, firm circles, without mercy.
“James… please… it’s too much… I’m too sensitive…” Aiden begged between broken moans, tears of pleasure escaping from the corners of his eyes. “I don’t understand how you’re still so hard… you’re killing me with pleasure…”
James leaned forward even more, almost folding Aiden in half, and sped up the pace. His thrusts became deeper and more brutal, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing loudly in the room. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Aiden’s body.
“I want you to come one more time for me,” James whispered against his mouth before kissing him hungrily, playing with his angel bites. “And then I’m going to fill you.”
Aiden was completely overstimulated. Every slide of James’s cock inside him, every circle on his cock, every intense look… it was almost unbearable. His body shook uncontrollably, his legs trembling on James’s shoulders.
“I can’t… James… not anymore…” he whimpered, but at the same time he clenched his inner walls around James’s cock.
James didn’t stop. He kept fucking him mercilessly, deep, fast, and precise, rubbing his cock faster and faster while looking him straight in the eyes.
“Come, Aiden. I want to see you fall apart one more time while I have you like this.”
Aiden came with a raw, long cry, his whole body convulsing violently beneath James. His inner walls clenched around James’s cock with spasmodic force, his legs shaking on James’s shoulders. Tears ran down his cheeks as the orgasm hit him like an endless wave.
James growled but still didn’t come. He kept moving slower during Aiden’s orgasm, prolonging it until he was left panting, sobbing with pleasure, and completely exhausted.
Aiden looked at him with clouded eyes, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.
“James… please… come already… I can’t take anymore… you’re going to break me…”
James smiled, kissed his lips tenderly, and sped up again, fucking him with deep, hard thrusts, determined to finish this time.
James kept fucking him hard in that position, Aiden’s legs still over his shoulders, folding him almost in half. His thrusts were deep, fast, and desperate now. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Aiden’s overstimulated, trembling body squeezing him with every movement was pushing him to the edge.
“Fuck, Aiden… I’m going to come,” James growled in a broken voice, forehead pressed against his boyfriend’s, looking him straight in the eyes. “I want to fill you… I want to come deep inside you.”
Aiden, exhausted and with tears of pleasure running down his cheeks, could only moan and nod weakly, biting one of his angel bites.
“Do it… please… fill me, James… I want to feel you…”
James sped up brutally, fucking him with short, powerful thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot nonstop while his hand continued rubbing Aiden’s swollen cock. The pleasure built up throughout the night finally exploded.
With a guttural, long moan, James came. He pushed all the way in and stayed there, shaking violently as hot, thick spurts filled Aiden completely. He kept moving slowly during his orgasm, as if he wanted to empty himself to the last drop, growling Aiden’s name against his neck.
“I love you… fuck, I love you so much…” James whispered as he kept coming, the pleasure so intense that his whole body tensed.
Aiden felt every pulse, every hot spurt inside him, and let out a weak moan, too sensitive to come again but feeling the heat and possessiveness of James filling him.
When James finally finished, he stayed inside him for a few more seconds, breathing heavily against his neck. Then he pulled out carefully and let Aiden’s legs lower gently onto the bed.
James didn’t waste a second. He quickly got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a small towel soaked in warm water and another dry one. He sat beside Aiden, who lay completely limp and trembling on the bed, eyes half-closed and breathing still irregular.
“Come here, my love…” James murmured in a soft, affectionate voice, completely different from the dominant tone of minutes ago.
With infinite tenderness, he opened Aiden’s legs and carefully cleaned up the mess between them: his own cum slowly leaking out, Aiden’s juices, and sweat. He cleaned with gentle, slow movements, kissing the inside of his thighs, his hips, and the tattoo with his name on the left ass cheek.
“You were so good for me… so perfect,” he whispered as he cleaned. “You did so well, baby.”
Aiden could only make weak sounds of satisfaction, too tired to form full words. James tossed the towel aside and brought one of his clean t-shirts, helping him put it on carefully.
Then he lifted him slightly to change the wet sheets for dry, soft ones.
Once the bed was clean, James lay down and pulled Aiden against his chest, wrapping him completely in his arms.
He covered him with the sheet and comforter, hugging him tightly but gently.
“Are you okay?” James asked, kissing his forehead, his angel bites, his tear-streaked cheeks, and his messy hair. “Was it too much?”
Aiden curled up closer against him, hiding his face in James’s neck, still trembling slightly.
“It was… too good,” he whispered in a hoarse, weak voice. “I had never felt you this insatiable… you left me destroyed.”
James let out a low, affectionate laugh, caressing his back with slow, relaxing movements, running his fingers over the lower back tattoo.
“I wanted to show you how crazy I am about you,” he murmured. “But now I just want to take care of you. Do you want water? Something to eat? Or just for me to hold you?”
“Just hold me…” Aiden asked, tangling his legs with James’s. “And don’t let go.”
James hugged him tighter, kissing his head and shoulders repeatedly, whispering sweet words.
“I love you, Aiden. You’re the most beautiful thing I have. Your tattoos, your piercings, the way you say my name… everything. Rest, my love. Tomorrow I’ll make you breakfast and spoil you all day.”
Aiden smiled weakly against his chest, already half-asleep, feeling completely safe, loved, and satisfied.
James continued caressing him until Aiden’s breathing became deep and calm. Only then did he close his eyes, still with a satisfied smile on his lips, holding his boyfriend tightly.