The city outside is bright, but the colors turn into a blotchy mix in front of Aiden's eyes as they're filled with hot tears of both pleasure and the earlier grief.
A soft pleading sound leaves his lips as he feels Daime's fingers run down his naked skin, gentle, savoring every inch of him, but seconds later, Primo seals their lips and quiets the needy sounds.
They kiss like never before, thanks to Aiden's newfound braveness. He dares to take control for a moment and Primo groans, low and wanting and animalistic, as the smaller's tongue forces its way into his mouth.
But he won't let Aiden do what he wants, no.
He forgets for a moment how hard it had been for Aiden to give himself to them, to submit, to do some of the most elementary things without blushing or shying away and instead lets his fingers dig into his short bright hair, lets them grip a bit too tight and force his head back, letting him know how limited his actual control was.