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Aaron looked up from his mobile as he heard the front door open, surprised that Robert was home early. He knew his husband was arriving home from his business trip today (of course he did, he’d been counting down the days since Robert left on Monday morning), he just hadn’t been expecting him until late afternoon.
But here was Robert, home before eleven am.
“You’re home early,” Aaron questions, unable to mask the sheer elation from his voice. “Wasn’t expecting you till later.”
“Well, I can always go away again and come back in a few hours?” Robert teases as he closes the front door behind him. Aaron’s up from the sofa in seconds, three long strides and he’s in front of Robert, hands finding their home on his hips instantly.
“Don’t you dare.” Aaron states, cupping Robert’s face in his left hand, slowly stroking his cheeks. He places a kiss on Robert’s lips; it’s warm - warm like the summer heat now that they’re back together.
“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make us a brew?” Aaron offers as Robert slumps himself down on the sofa, legs spread and smile crooked.
“Or,” Robert draws out, and Aaron recognises his game straight away, “you could come and join me?”
Aaron ponders if for a second, weighs up the pros and cons; a warm cuppa or a warm mouth.
And yeah, he lets himself fall onto Robert’s body almost instantly, sprawling on top of his lap, legs pressing against the outside of his thighs. He gets close, closer, close enough to brush his lips against Robert’s, teasing softly, until the skin of his lips tingles withwant.
“I’m so glad you’re home”, he whispers, lets his tongue finally brush Robert’s bottom lip, dipping inside before putting some distance between their mouths again. Aaron curls his fingers around the over-grown hairs at his husband’s nape, allowing his hand to rest there, locking him in place.
He can feel Robert’s gaze on him, laser-focused and burning on his skin, and just like that the atmosphere changes, electrically charged. It still sends the same shivers through his body, all these years later. He can feel it, his body reacting now, too - heat pooling low in his belly, mouth dry, the throbbing of his heartbeat underneath his joggers, swelling, making it hard to focus on anything that isn’t Robert’s already naked chest beneath his hands.
The morning is quiet, a strangely calm day made of bright lights and chirping birds, the only sounds being the lull noise of the tv and the glide of their tongues while they lick into each other’s mouths.
Robert’s mouth is scalding hot where it brushes against his cheek, tracing the stubble of his jaw in a string of wet kisses, and Aaron feels like he’s drowning.
Everything feels blurred, electric in a way. Robert’s hands circle his back, pressing his body upwards until Aaron can feel the line of his cock rubbing against his stomach, and just the feeling of it is so heady he can’t help but shift his hips forward, letting out a breathy moan that Robert swallows reverently, licking into his mouth without rush.
It’s ridiculous, the way in which Aaron’s body craves his husband’s touch. The way it sings whenever Robert slides his tongue across the dips and valleys of his collarbones, just like now, flipping them over and pushing Aaron down gently on the sofa. Robert kisses down his body like it’s made of glass, not missing a spot, hands softly spreading his thighs and cradling his body while they kiss. Aaron aches for it, each and every time, the sweetness and torture of it.
Robert paints him like a blank canvas, threading touches and strokes until everything feels like bursts of colour on Aaron’s jagged skin.
Robert kisses down his chest then, biting into the flesh of his hips, thighs, and closer still. It’s almost unbearable, the sight of Robert’s head bracketed between his legs, edging closer to the crease where they meet the line of his hips - but somehow it’s not enough, tonight, so Aaron pulls him up again, closer, grabs his hair and kisses him so hard it might bruise.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Robert voices.
Aaron stops sucking kisses on Robert’s throat for an instant, stunned by his words. He doesn’t dare meet Robert’s eyes, not when he knows exactly how they’ll look: wild, dark, sincere. He stays where he is instead, face buried in his chest and eyes closed.
“So much. Hate bein’ away from you”, Robert adds, nudging the side of his face with his nose.
Aaron rolls his eyes fondly. “Shut up, idiot, you’ve only been gone a few days.”
Robert brings his face closer, brushing his lips softly against the corner of Aaron’s mouth, evidently losing himself in the burn of stubble. “I mean it, I’ve missed you. Your laugh,” he says, sliding soft fingers against the curve of Aaron’s smile. “Your mouth”, dragging the tips until they press against his bottom lip, letting them travel further down, settling on his leg, stroking it softly. “Your thighs. Everything.”
Aaron feels drunk. On Robert, on the bright light of a new day. There’s a dizziness in his veins and his head and his heart. “Oh, yeah? Everything?”
“Everything”, Robert concludes, looking Aaron in the eye. Kissing his chin, his nose, his forehead. “Especially your dick, though.”
“Smooth, really smooth, Sugden.”
“Sugden-Dingle to you, thank you very much.”
It’s indescribable, this feeling, being pinned down by Robert’s weight and stare and love all at the same time. It’s something he should be used, he’s been on the receiving end of all three many times, but he doesn’t think the weight of Robert’s love will ever settle.
Aaron can feel tears building in the corner of his eyes, knows how ridiculous it actually would be to cry over something like this, his husband arriving home after a mere four days away, so he grabs Robert’s jaw and does the only thing he can think of that will make it stop.
“Hey, don’t do that,” Robert says. “I want you to look at me.”
Aaron shakes his head. He can’t do that. If he looks now, sees that mouth open, tongue flickering, watches Robert’s eyes burn into him; he’s going to lose it.
“I can’t,” he says. “Robert, please.”
He tilts his head up, asking for a kiss, and when Robert complies Aaron tosses them around so he’s back on top and kisses Robert again. It’s dirty, open-mouthed, so slow that every glide of their tongues seems to last forever. Aaron tries to make it fast, intense, grinding his hips until Robert becomes pliant under his body so his feelings get lost in the tide.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” Robert says, and yeah, Aaron reckons he does; he feels it too.
Everything becomes a blur after that. They’re naked before Aaron can determine the changes around them, skin gliding against skin, sweaty and warm, Robert still pinned underneath his body. Everything feels slowed down, pressing down on his chest, like trying to move underwater.
“God - Rob,” Aaron moans, strangled, because he can’t help it, and looks down pointedly. His cock lying heavy and dark on his stomach, and Robert reaches out for it before Aaron can process anything.
His touch is immediate and breathtakingly gorgeous.
Robert is two fingers deep, working until the slide is effortless, when Aaron’s head finally flies away, buzzed, letting his body take control until Robert’s inside him and everything still. All he can do is try to keep his eyes open, failing spectacularly in the process, all while trying to keep up the slow, tight circles of his hips.
“So good. Rob you’re so-” Aaron whimpers, and whatever he wants to say next gets lost in a moan when Robert crooks his fingers just right. And yeah, Aaron is lost in a sea of long fingers and hot palms.
It’s too much. So much, all of a sudden. It floods Aaron like no one but Robert has the power to do.
His heart is going to explode, fly off his ribcage, he’s sure of it.
The third finger has Aaron clutching onto the back on the sofa, arms flexing as he clenches his fingers tight around the cushions. Robert’s strokes are slow as he spreads his fingers carefully, Aaron’s whimpers fading into moans, breath by breath, and as Robert rubs over his prostate deliberately, Aaron’s arm shake against the sofa.
“Aaron, I -” Robert starts, and Aaron’s grateful he sounds just as wrecked as Aaron feels. He doesn’t even let Robert finish, licks the words desperately right from his tongue, breathing into his opened mouth when coordination seems almost an impossible feat. “I know,“ he whispers, overwhelmed, almost a whimper. “I know.”
Aaron knows. He feels it. Burning on his skin like fire, licking from the inside. Robert doesn’t stop staring at him, eyes locked, noses touching. Aaron can feel every moan and gasp, swallows them down like his favourite beer, but nothing has ever tasted of invincibility like this.
“Love you”, Aaron mumbles, picking up the pace of his relentless movements, tingles shooting up his spine in waves when Robert brushes his fingers against him just right, right over that spot that makes him feel like stars are bursting behind his eyelids. “Just – don’t stop - please don’t -“
He doesn’t get to finish, because Robert twists his fingers just so, in that way he knows Aaron particularly likes, and instead of words, Aaron lets out a helpless groan.
He feels like his insides are liquefying, like his head might blow right off and his body would still be thrumming.
The tip of Robert’s free hand traces the line of Aaron’s cheekbones, thumb pinching slightly his lower lip, gasping with every rock of Aaron’s hips. “I love you too,” he’s panting now against his ear, but Aaron is so lost in his own head it almost doesn’t register.
Robert uses his knee to spread Aaron’s thighs wider then, softly whilst twisting his fingers to meet Aaron’s movements. Aaron feels wild with it, heat pooling undeniably low in his stomach. He comes into Robert’s fist, bites his lip before Robert’s finger set it free and Aaron lets himself moan against his husband’s shoulder, hips stuttering until they come to a halt.
Aaron feels his own body overheat, sweaty, perfectly blissed out. He can still feel the ghost of Robert’s fingers on the dip of his hips.
“Maybe we should grab a shower, you know”, he murmurs, words blurring between them. Robert just grunts in response.
“Hmm.“
“Hmm?” Aaron asks, looking up from Robert’s heated his chest, grinning lightly.
Robert’s answering smile is as blinding as the stars.
“Or maybe, you could repay the favour,” Robert resolves in the end, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss over the top of Aaron’s head.
“I suppose I could”, Aaron nods, letting his head rest against Robert’s chest with a thud, tracing patterns on the skin of his chest. “In the shower, though?”
When Robert laughs, his chest vibrates and Aaron can feel it thrum against his chest, like the softest of strings.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr Sugden-Dingle,” Robert replies, detangling their legs.