Though he continued to smile, Aden watched him carefully, assessing every flicker of Darren’s lashes, every flare of his nostrils. “If you had won, what would you have wanted?” He tilted his c**k up, straddling Darren’s hips to fit the shaft along Aden’s crack. Keeping his hand cupped around the length to hold it in place, he slowly rose and fell until there wasn’t an inch of either of them untouched by the lube.
Darren blinked, surprised Aden expected him to be coherent at a time like this. But he dug deep, searching his memory for the thoughts he had been harboring earlier that night—it felt like an eternity ago.
“I would have wanted to f**k you. Except…maybe not like this.” Darren sucked his breath in sharply as Aden guided the head of his c**k to his slick opening. He eased back, jus
