As soon as he moved his hand away from his mouth, Darren caught the back of his head and smashed their lips together. His tongue immediately invaded Aden’s mouth as he sought every trace of the salty taste. Aden let Darren lead the kiss, drawing on his hunger and his need, before purposefully slowing the caress. The head of Darren’s c**k dragged against Aden’s stomach, spreading even more pre-come, another reminder of just how much Darren wanted him.
They kissed until his lips felt bruised. He had no intentions of letting Darren get out of bed that day, and perhaps the next if he could get away with it. Darren wouldn’t protest, most likely. They had gone without each other for far too long. If Aden had his way, they would never go this long again.
He finally stopped to trail kisses down
