Quinn groaned. There was a ragged edge to it, and Aaron waited, his heart thumping, for Quinn to tell him to stop.
Quinn’s head dropped back onto the mattress. His eyes were closed. “Keep going.”
Aaron went as slowly as he’d ever gone with anyone, pushing in a fraction, drawing back, and pushing in again. He felt Quinn’s muscles tense and flutter around his straining cock. He felt those muscles yield slowly, inch by inch. So fucking tight! Aaron wanted to push in up to the hilt, to set his own frantic pace, to find his own pleasure, but he couldn’t. This was better than hard and fast. This was an act of trust.
Aaron’s body shook as the head of his cock pushed against Quinn’s gland and Quinn’s body arched against him. Quinn’s hands found his hips, his fingers digging in as he held him Aaron and breathed raggedly into his ear. “Fuck, Aaron. Oh. Oh fuck.”
Aaron groaned as he felt his balls come to rest against Quinn’s ass. “Holy shit.”