Just A Toy

With a quiet chuckle, Daime sucks the elder's balls and then licks further south, circling his tongue over his perineum while his hands roam and massage his legs. 

That is more like it, and Aiden moans freely as his nails gently scratch his boyfriend's scalp. His impatience isn't the only reason he prefers it when they got down to business. 

Even if he likes to savor it, he loves it when Daime comes at him full force. No holding back. That way, his victories are so much sweeter, and his defeats are so much more delicious.

Daime knows all the ins and outs of Aiden—what he likes and what he doesn't like, what affects him the most, and what barely has an effect at all. 

He knows exactly how to get his lover writhing and begging for him, to speed things up, to do so much more, to never stop. It is all so exhilarating, so pleasing.