Aden slipped his hand from Darren’s jaw to grip his nape. Using the hold he already had on Darren’s lower back, he tore away from the questing tongue to lick and nibble down the salty neck, along the top of his shoulder, rocking Darren upward so that he was the one to meet Aden’s mouth rather than the other way around. He stopped when he faced a dusky flat n****e, but rather than tease it with his tongue, Aden caught it firmly between his teeth.
Darren gasped, but he didn’t try to pull away. He arched his back, pushing hard against Aden’s mouth. The gasp turned into a long moan as Aden applied more pressure, and the impulse to simply bite until blood filled his mouth was almost too overwhelming to ignore. Darren pushed his fingers through Aden’s hair, clutching at the strands with enough
