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Dunk never planned any of the meetups he had with Aerion after their first official breakup two years ago.
They just happened.
It had been three months since they had last seen each other, courtesy of Aerion moving across the country for work, a fact Dunk had to pretend to be surprised about when he was informed by a mutual friend. It would have gone down like a sack of shit if anyone knew Dunk found out about his ex boyfriend’s plans when he had Aerion pressed against the tile of his shower wall and his cock buried to the hilt inside of him.
Needless to say, this time things hadn’t exactly ended on the greatest of terms.
Dunk liked to think he had done well this time around, he only spent three nights out of the week staring at Aerion’s Instagram feed instead of the usual five, and he had taken to writing out messages in his notes app instead of the actual message box so he wouldn’t accidentally send them. He had even managed to order from the Chinese restaurant Aerion liked the most without unconsciously adding the other man’s meal of choice to his order.
He had also only jerked off to actual photos of Aerion a couple times. However, he’d lost track of how many times he had gotten off to the memory of him.
So, he was doing better. Kind of.
He had dragged himself to one of Lyonel’s parties to take his mind off of things, namely finding an old photo booth strip of them together, and was actually having a pretty good time.
He had ducked into the kitchen to grab another drink when he felt his phone vibrate twice in quick succession and pulled it from his back pocket, taking a sip of his beer as he tapped his phone open. He immediately regretted his decision as he read the messages before him and gasped, inhaling the liquid with a rough cough.
Aerion Targaryen DO NOT ANSWER
A: hey
A: i’m in your city again
Dunk immediately turned his phone off, before opening it again to reread the messages and turning it off again. He put his phone back in his back pocket but didn’t even last a full minute before he had it back out again, staring at Aerion’s contact until the letters began to blur.
It had been months since he had last spoken to his ex-boyfriend, with their last conversation ending in a screaming match, shattered glassware, and 13 stitches on Dunk’s forehead. He couldn’t hold too much against Aerion for that one, considering it hadn’t scarred too awfully and the last fight they had had before that one ended with Aerion storming out of his flat with the beginnings of a black eye.
Their relationship had bordered on too complicated since the day that they met. Dunk’s friends didn’t like Aerion and Aerion’s friends didn’t like Dunk, and they didn’t like each other half the time. But when they were good, things were really good.
He had that photobooth strip pinned to the inside of his medicine cabinet to remind him of that.
But things weren’t always good. Safe to say, the DO NOT ANSWER in his contact name wasn’t without reason.
He wanted to answer. He wanted to answer badly.
Aerion Targaryen DO NOT ANSWER
A: hey
A: i’m in your city again
D: i’m seeing someone
The fact of the matter was that Dunk wasn’t seeing anyone, and he hadn’t dated anyone for a while, still finding himself too preoccupied with Aerion. He had tried seeing other people once before, and Tanselle still randomly got pissed off at him when she looked at him sometimes and would inform him that her friend still wasn’t talking to her. Dunk would like to state for the record that if he had known that Aerion was going to be at that house party, he wouldn’t have asked her friend to come as his date.
Besides, it was a first date, it wasn’t like he cheated on her, and he apologised about a dozen times. Fucking Aerion in the backseat of his car felt like a brilliant idea at the time.
He felt his phone buzz again and immediately opened the message thread once more, this time purposefully taking a long swig of his sweating beer.
Aerion Targaryen DO NOT ANSWER
A: hey
A: i’m in your city again
D: i’m seeing someone
A: bullshit.
A: I’m on birth control
A: and have AC
As he was digesting the messages and thinking of a response, his phone buzzed again, and a picture loaded into the chat. It was of Aerion, of course, kneeling and half twisted around to take a photo in a floor to ceiling mirror, tucked up onto his knees with his his fat little ass absolutely spilling out of a black thong, the fat of his cheeks dimpled from the way it pressed against his feet. He could see the fresh french pedicure on his toenails ever so slightly and had to bring his fist to his mouth, biting down lightly as he unabashedly zoomed in.
He was so caught up in looking at Aerion’s ass that he almost missed it. Scrawled across the shoulders of the oversized shirt the other man wore read Pennytree in thick, bold lettering.
He was wearing Dunk’s shirt.
Aerion Targaryen DO NOT ANSWER
A: hey
A: i’m in your city again
D: i’m seeing someone
A: bullshit.
A: I’m on birth control
A: and have AC
[PICTURE]
D: jesus, Aerion
D: is that my jersey??
D: no way ur on the pill
A: guess you’ll have to come find out
[LOCATION]
D: omw
He quickly swallowed the last of his beer and added the bottle to the pile slowly building on the counter as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. On his way out of the kitchen, he stopped and pressed a kiss to Tanselle’s cheek as a goodbye, not wanting to pull her from where she was holding court amongst the other partygoers.
He had almost made it to the door when a voice called out, stopping him suddenly.
“Y’know, the whole “Irish Goodbye” thing is just meant to be a stereotype.”
Motherfucker. Daeron.
“In such a rush too, where’s the fire, Dunk?”
Lyonel. Dunk felt his eyes slip closed in resignation and turned around, plastering on a smile that he hoped looked nowhere near as wobbly as it felt. The pair were twined together so tightly on an armchair, it almost felt invasive to look at, with Daeron sitting squarely in the older man’s lap with one hand laced through his hair and Lyonel’s hands nowhere to be found.
Frankly, Dunk did not want to find them. The blanket covering them and way Daeron was almost spilling out of his shirt told him everything he needed to know.
“Oh hey guys, just remembered I have to do a work thing in the morning, so I was just-“
“You’re going to see Aerion, aren’t you?” Daeron asked, cutting him off.
“What? Aerion? I didn’t- he’s back in town? Wow, I didn’t even-” he laughed awkwardly before sobering up at their twin unimpressed looks. “Yeah I’m- I’m going to see him.”
“Jesus, talk about folding under zero pressure, we didn’t even have to push.” Lyonel said.
“Seems like Aerion didn’t either.” The blond replied lazily.
“What? It’s been three months, we’re, y’know, reconnecting,” Dunk protested, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “We’re friends.”
The couple snorted derisively in unison. Dunk thought they really needed to spend less time together, it was like looking at the twins from The Shining.
“Do either of you actually have anything to say or am I just getting the metaphorical newspaper to the nose like a bad dog?” He asked.
Daeron turned to look at Lyonel, tugging lightly at his hair.
“That sounds fun, we should try something like that sometime.”
Lyonel’s grin was all teeth. “Woof.”
“Ok, I’m leaving, have fun with your… whatever that is.” Dunk said, spinning on his heel and quickly walking towards the exit of the house.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Daeron called.
That didn’t really leave much for him to avoid, he thought.
“You’re better than this, Dunk!” Lyonel called after him.
Dunk wasn’t better than this. He really wasn’t.
——
One almost comically short yet expensive Uber later found Dunk frowning down at his phone and back up at the street numbers in front of him when he felt something hit him in the neck, leaving a burning sting in its wake. He flinched away and looked down to find a still lit cigarette at his feet, the cherry smouldering almost mockingly at him.
He looked up in the direction the cigarette had come from and was met with the strikingly handsome smiling face of Aerion, leaning over the railing of a balcony still clad in only Dunk’s oversized jersey, his thick pale thighs on display.
“Boo,” Aerion called out, waggling his fingers in a mocking wave. “You were quicker than I expected, eager much?”
“I was in the area,” Dunk replied, picking up the still smouldering cigarette. “Did you throw your fucking cigarette at me.”
“Mhm, that coked out Baratheon’s party, right? Daeron’s already texted me, told us to use protection because it’s a bank holiday tomorrow, no pharmacies,” he said with an exaggerated frown. “I thought you looked stressed, could use the pick-me-up.”
“So kind of you, and him.”
“What? Can I not do something nice?” Aerion asked.
“You? Never,” Dunk replied with a genuine laugh. “You’re not the sort.”
Despite his words, he brought the cigarette to his lips and took a deep inhale, tonguing at the dampness of the filter to try and get even the slightest taste of the blond around the minty coolness of the menthols he favoured.
“Besides,” Dunk continued, blowing the smoke out through his nose and mouth simultaneously. “You’re on the pill, yeah?”
Aerion made a vague noise in the back of his throat. “Sure, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“If you’re that worried, you can pull out, but I don’t think you’re worried, are you, Duncan?”
Truthfully, Dunk couldn’t give less of a shit about whether Aerion was on birth control or not. That seemed like a problem for Future Dunk to deal with, whereas Present Dunk’s only plan for the next few hours was to fuck enough cum into Aerion’s holes that his stomach bulged with it.
“If you’re not worried…” He trailed off with a shrug, feeling a head of sweat drip down his neck. “You said you have AC?”
Aerion’s answering smile was almost catlike in nature, and he pushed off from where he was leaning on the balcony.
“The doorman is expecting you, tell him you’re here for me and he’ll let you up,” he called out before disappearing back into the flat.
He couldn’t hold it back and huffed a laugh at the audaciousness of the shorter man. They had done this dance about a million times since their official breakup two years ago, and the thrill of it all had yet to wear off.
The doorman turned out to be a scowling older man who eyed Dunk with a level of suspicion he hadn’t faced since he was a scruffy teenager.
He had never been more thrilled in his life to get out of that elevator.
He only needed to knock once before the door swung open, revealing the love of his life. Dunk really felt like music should have started playing, or maybe a dove should have flown through the open door. He wanted to fall to his knees, to burst into tears and sob about how much he had missed the other man. He wanted to sling Aerion over his shoulder and run away, lock him up and fuck him pregnant so he couldn’t leave. He wanted to hit him again.
He didn’t do any of that.
“Your doorman probably thinks I’m a prostitute.” Dunk said in lieu of greeting, unconsciously ducking down through the door.
“Of course not, he thinks I’m the prostitute,” Aerion dismissed letting the door fall closed with a single push. “You’d be a shit hooker.”
“You called me over, I’m definitely the hooker in this situation.”
“Well, I’m not paying a cent for any of your time tonight.”
“No, I didn’t think you would.” Dunk said with a shake of his head, dropping his jacket onto the back of the black leather couch. “Hi, Aerion.”
The shorter man’s face twisted like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Hi, Duncan.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. It was strange, to say the least, seeing each other after so much time spent apart. He knew in the grand scheme of things that three months was a drop in the ocean but it was the longest they had gone without seeing each other. Even after they broke up for the first time, they had only lasted two weeks.
Aerion looked good, he always looked good but that was besides the point. He looked well, settled in his skin, and Dunk didn’t really know what to do with that. He didn’t know how to ask about things like that anymore.
“So, uh, so is this your new place?” He asked awkwardly, following Aerion as he made his way into the kitchen.
“No, I’m fucking robbing the place and decided to invite you over for a quick fuck,” The blond shot back, pressing up onto the tips of his toes to grab a glass down. “Water?”
Dunk grabbed the glass from Aerion’s hand, placing it gently on the counter before crowding him in, forcing him to tilt his head back so they could look at each other.
“I don’t want anything to drink, and I don’t think you do either.”
He bent low as Aerion pressed back up onto his tiptoes, letting their lips slide together messily, more tongue than anything. It didn’t last long before they were tugging at each other with Aerion’s legs spreading eagerly around him.
“Fuck me.” Aerion breathed.
That was all he needed.
He bent the smaller man over the counter, spinning and pressing him flat with one hand and kicked his legs apart roughly. He pressed himself along Aerion’s back and nosed his way along the curve of his spine, kissing and licking as he went.
“Hurry up, we, fuck Duncan, don’t have all night.” Aerion said, canting his ass back to rub against the hard length of his cock.
“Why the rush? Do you have one of your other boyfriends coming over later?” He replied, only half joking.
“Exactly, I have them scheduled to arrive every two hours,” he said, looking back over his shoulder. “Congratulations, you’re lucky number one.”
“Lucky me.” Dunk said, pushing Aerion’s head back down and biting his lip to stifle his laugh at the smaller man’s offended squawk before finally snaking his way down until he was on his knees, pushing his stolen jersey out of the way.
Dunk wasn’t religious in the slightest, but he often thought about building an altar of worship for Aerion’s ass.
And his thighs.
And his cunt.
Aerion was fit, lean and slim all over, possessing a physique that should have belonged to someone taller with his long limbs. He was the very blueprint of Dunk’s type, AA cup tits and somehow both wispy and solid.
And then there was the anomaly that was his ass. His fat fucking ass. Where the rest of Aerion was solid, his ass possessed an unshakable softness to it that hours upon hours at the gym couldn’t get rid of, meaning there were always dimples of cellulite if he twisted certain ways and stretch marks over the roundness of his hips. That wasn’t to say it wasn’t perky, he believed Lyonel had once drunkenly referred to it as a “bubble butt.” Dunk had spent more hours than he could count with his face buried between the soft, bouncy cheeks.
When they were dating, actually dating, it was like Aerion’s ass had its own gravitational pull. Dunk’s hand would always be tucked in the back pocket of his jeans or simply resting over the curve. It was propriety, a subtle act of ownership that Aerion allowed him, open and uninhibited access to his boyfriend’s body.
He shook himself out, trying to physically banish the sadness he could feel creeping up his spine and focused himself back to the task at hand. It was a waste of time to be sad when he had Aerion’s ass right in front of him. He slid his hands up over the blonds hips, slipping his hands underneath the sides of the black thong and tugged them upwards, forcing the strap running between his cheeks to pull tauntly.
The feeling of the fabric rubbing against his hole forced a soft gasp from Aerion, and he unsubtly lifted up onto the tips of his toes, forcing his ass back further into Dunk’s face.
He leaned in without hesitation and licked a broad strip over the fabric of the thong, groaning as the mild, musky taste spread over his tongue. He repeated the motion until the thong turned damp under his tongue and Aerion began to squirm before he pulled back and sank his teeth into the fat of the cheek.
“Oh! Careful!” He whined.
Dunk ignored him and bit down again, this time on the opposite cheek, suckling for a moment before licking apologetically over the reddening mark. He pulled the thong to the side, revealing Aerion’s pretty little pink hole, winking tightly above the puffy lips of his cunt.
“So pretty, all of you is so pretty.” He murmured, leaning in to blow a breath of warm air over him before pressing a soft kiss to the small hole. He kissed and suckled at his hole, lavishing him with his tongue until it and his face was completely soaked. Aerion’s moans were soft and sweet, high pitched sighs matching every rolling movement of his hips. Dunk speared the pointed tip of his tongue into his hole and felt the walls ripple around him, tightening up at the sudden intrusion. He rubbed a calming hand over Aerion’s flank before repeating the motion, slowly forcing his tongue deeper inside as he slid his hands down to pull the shorter man’s cheeks apart.
He pressed his face in as close as he could get and suctioned his lips around the little hole, sucking wetly while licking at his soft insides at the same time. He was so tight back here now, none of that soft gape he always seemed to have that allowed Dunk to press one finger inside whenever he wanted. He couldn’t imagine getting his cock inside now, and the image of his hole stretched wide around him made him groan, dropping a hand down to squeeze his still clothed dick.
He released Aerion’s cheek and cupped Aerion’s pussy, grinding his palm against the wetness of his panties. Aerion moaned brokenly, rolling his hips against his mouth and hand desperately.
“I want your mouth there,” He whined, sliding his hand back into Dunk’s hair and gripping tightly. “You always eat it so well.”
On any other day, he would have made Aerion beg for it, or at least made him wait for it, but today wasn’t that day. He leaned in, not bothering to pull the other man’s panties off or even to the side, and pressed a long sucking kiss to the lips of his cunt. They released twin groans as Dunk began to kiss him, licking and sucking at the wetness of his soaked panties until they were moulded tightly around his pussy, the fat lips begging for release. The taste was everything he had ever dreamed of, perfectly tart and so uniquely Aerion that he couldn’t get enough, he never could. He still owned too many pairs of the blonds panties that he would not so secretly slip into his pocket after they fucked.
He licked and licked until Aerion’s thong was more soaked with his spit than his own wetness. Dunk could feel the opening of his cunt gaping under his tongue, just begging for him to fuck it, and his poor neglected clit robbing with every teasing brush of his tongue against it.
It was finally with one stray touch of his tongue against Aerion’s swollen clit that forced the blond to cum, his body seizing and shaking as his orgasm gripped him suddenly.
“Oh, fuck, wait! Duncan!” Aerion cried, his voice shaky as his cunt throbbed.
He sat back on his heels, watching Aerion’s hole throb in time with the aftershocks of his orgasm when the blond nudged one of his legs back, blindly bringing his foot to rest on the significant bulge in his jeans. Dunk quickly gripped Aerion’s leg, one hand wrapping around his ankle and the other just below his knee, and pressed his cock against the pale arch of his foot.
“So desperate, it feels like you’re about to break through your zipper,” Aerion said, peeking over his shoulder to peer down at him. “You want my pussy?”
“I always do, you know that.” Dunk replied, rolling his hips harshly against his foot.
“Tell me.”
“Want your sweet little cunt, please let me have it.”
“Again.”
“Want to feel you clench around me, want to spill deep inside you and fuck you until it takes,” Dunk moaned, pressing his head to the back of Aerion’s thigh. “I want to get you fucking pregnant.”
“Bedroom, on the bed, now.” Aerion demanded suddenly, and Dunk sprang up off his knees, hauling the smaller man off the counter and down the hall, bending him over the side of the large bed.
He felt like he had tunnel vision as he pulled Aerion’s panties to the side again, the sweet fat swell of his cunt becoming the only thing that mattered. The room could have been burning down around them and he wouldn't have noticed.
His pussy was so wet, his little pink opening soft from his earlier orgasm but still winked tightly as Dunk dragged the tip of his cock through the soaked slit. He had only bothered to get his cock out, couldn’t bear to wait long enough to take off the rest of his clothes. He should have definitely fingered Aerion, maybe even licked him out again, but he could only think about burying himself inside and fucking the smaller man until he bruised his cervix.
He positioned the tip of his cock against Aerion’s hole, the puffy, swollen pink lips of his cunt swallowing the head hungrily. He just rested there for a moment, feeling the blond clench and release around the head as if he was trying to suck him in. He waited until Aerion exhaled heavily before pressing in slowly, stealing whatever air was left in the smaller man’s lungs as he forced a cry from his throat.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight baby, did your pussy miss me?” He asked, drawing back slightly before pressing forward again, the hot walls of Aerion’s cunt slowly splitting around his cock.
“S-shut up, oh fucking hell, slow down, why are you going so fast?” Aerion whined, his knuckles turning a bone white where he had his hands clenched in the sheets.
With the way he was whining over the stretch, it confirmed to Dunk that whoever Aerion had been fucking while he was away was nowhere near his size. He was trembling under Dunk’s touch like a virgin, crying into the sheets the same way he had when they had lost their virginities to each other in high school, and he half expected to pull out and see a ring of blood around his cock from a broken hymen. Aerion’s cunt felt like it was brand new, no longer used to the length and girth of his cock after so much time apart.
With one final thrust, he finally pressed his hips to the ample fat of Aerion’s ass, the clap of their skin together almost drowning out the cry the smaller man released at the feeling of Dunk’s cock kissing against his cervix. He leaned back, spreading Aerion’s ass to get a better look at his pussy spread around his cock, and let out a harsh swear at the sight before him.
He heard Aerion release a strangled Mhmm before feeling him ripple around his cock, his pussy visibly contracting and releasing rapidly as more wetness dripped out around him.
“Did you just cum from me putting it in?” He asked, mildly bewildered.
“Shut the fuck up.” Aerion replied, his voice shaky and muffled from where he had his face buried in the sheets
“Does it feel that good? Did you miss it?” Did you miss me? Dunk wanted to ask.
“You’re not exactly doing much with it right now, not very much to miss.”
“Such a fucking bitch.” He breathed, thumbing at the chub of Aerion’s cunt and pulling at it, forcing him to gape slightly wider around him.
His poor pussy was spread so wide, his once fat and swollen pussy lips were stretched thin around the girth of his cock, his sweet little pink hole was still glistening with spit, winking with every pulsating clench of his pussy. He was completely hairless, his usual pale blond bush exchanged for a smooth, fresh wax that showcased how wet he had gotten, his mound glistening and sticky from his earlier orgasm. Dunk almost felt strangely mournful at the lack of hair but at the same time, he wanted to rub his face all over the smooth, slickly prickled skin until his skin started to get irritated. His cute little clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood and begging for attention it would not receive for a while. It was all framed by Aerion’s pale and trembling thighs, his thickly muscled legs shaking with strain and anticipation as Dunk slowly rolled his hips, gauging the blond’s reaction.
Aerion cried out, his hands spasming in the sheets as his head flew up, the arch of his back stretching into something harder. It unintentionally forced Dunk slightly deeper, forcing him harder against the entrance to the other man’s womb.
“Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, please please pleas-“ Aerion rambled, swiveling his hips in what was either an attempt to get away or to gain more pleasure, he couldn’t tell.
“Hold on, baby, just give me a second,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on his ass as he leaned over, grabbing Aerion’s abandoned phone off the bedside table. He was surprised to find that his face I.D. still worked, the device opening immediately to their text thread as soon as he looked at it. He flicked quickly to the camera app and framed Aerion’s split open pussy, snapping some pictures as he slowly withdrew his cock, capturing more and more of the gaping cunt and his soaked cock.
“Aerion, baby, look at me, wanna see your pretty face.” He said, capturing the moment Aerion’s bleary eyed expression switched to one of shock. He switched to video and quickly fucked back in before Aerion could say anything, making his eyes roll back and his mouth drop open as he let out a muted scream.
He began to build up a slow rhythm as he filmed, his free hand planted on the smaller man’s lower back to pull his thong to the side, the black material soaked so thoroughly he would have to throw it away if Dunk didn’t manage to slip it into his pocket first.
“You’re- ah, you’re such a fucking pervert, Duncan.” Aerion moaned, his voice thin despite the nastiness of his words.
“Just for you, only for you, haven’t fucked anyone since you left,” he said with painstaking honesty, throwing the phone to the side without bothering to stop the recording so he could lean forward, pressing himself along Aerion’s back to cover him completely. “Hardly fucking touched myself either.”
Aerion was moaning like a whore by this point, fucking his hips back as best he could with Dunk’s added weight, whining for Dunk to fuck him harder while simultaneously begging for him to slow down. He didn’t do either, keeping his rough pace measured and level, kissing Aerion’s cervix with every thrust in such a way that he knew would leave the smaller man gaping and aching come morning.
Dunk pulled back and stood up straight, leaving himself buried to the hilt inside of Aerion’s pink and throbbing cunt. He forced the other man up onto his hands and knees, making him whine in protest as his arms and thighs trembled.
“What the fuck are you doing? Why did you stop, you idiot?” He complained, clenching enticingly around Dunk’s length as he stared back over his shoulder.
He was an absolute mess, with his teary eyes and flushed cheeks making him look straight out of a painting Dunk knew the Targaryens housed in their summer home in the country. He had a purpling mark on his shoulder than he could already imagine digging his thumb into when they fucked again later, maybe in the massive tub in the ensuite or even on the floor of the entryway before he left. Aerion was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, even more so when Dunk had him like this.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me,” he said lowly, groping openly at the plumpness of Aerion’s thighs and ass, which he could have sworn had gotten bigger. “I want to see how badly you missed me, missed this.”
Aerion might have been the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but he was also the most spoiled, which automatically made him the biggest pillow princess he had ever met. This was made evident in the way his face fell into a pout.
“You cannot be serious.”
“C’mon, I want to see you fuck yourself.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
“Wanna see you fuck yourself more, do it for me, baby,” he whispered, squeezing Aerion’s hip encouragingly. “You always look so good hanging off my cock.”
“I, uh Duncan-“ Aerion whined, cutting himself off with a moan as he clenched around the cock buried in him. “Can’t you do it? You’re just too big, my cunt is so sore.”
It was taking every single bit of his self control to resist the temptation of just fucking into Aerion again, the warm clutch of his cunt almost too much to handle but he shook his head, watching as the blonds face fell once more.
With a hearty whine, Aerion slowly began to pull forward, sliding off of Dunk’s cock like he was performing a great terrible chore, and then shakily slammed himself back to the root.
“That’s it, do it again for me,” He praised, cupping his ass to keep him steady. “Squeezing me so tight with your pretty little cunt.”
Aerion did it again and again, slowly building up a sloppy rhythm until the room was filled with the wet slapping noises of their skin connecting, punctuated with the shaking moans forced from the smaller man’s chest. The rhythm was off, Aerion’s movements were unpracticed and shaky, and he kept pausing to take big heaving gulps of air, but it was the greatest thing Dunk had felt in months, and he could hardly take his eyes off where they were connected.
“G-God, I can feel you in my fucking throat.” Aerion cried, slammed all of Dunk’s cock inside himself and swiveling his hips.
“You’re taking it so well, keep going, baby,” He encouraged, rewarding Aerion by meeting him halfway with a rough thrust. “Whoever you’ve been fucking has been doing a shit job, huh?”
He didn’t mean for that to slip out. The jealousy had been simmering under his skin since the moment he saw Aerion perched on the balcony, hell, he had been jealous since the words “I’m leaving” had left the blonds mouth. It was honestly his greatest fear that one day he would check Aerion’s instagram and find a picture of a new man, that he had finally figured out that there was a world outside of Dunk.
He watched as Aerion’s eyes rolled back into his head before he quickly turned his face back into the sheets, sobbing something that was too muffled for him to hear.
“Speak up, baby, I can’t hear you,” He said, slowly pulling back out until only the tip was left inside. He waited until Aerion took another gulping breath and opened his mouth to speak again before slamming back in, making the other man scream his name. “Tell me.”
“I haven’t, mhm, I haven’t fucked anyone else.” Aerion cried, making Dunk grind to a halt mid thrust.
“What?”
“Why’d you stop? Keep going, wha-“ He whined, rocking his hips back to try and keep the rhythm going but Dunk grabbed his hips, forcing him to stop.
Dunk quickly pulled out and flipped Aerion over onto his back, pushing him further up the bed so he lay on top of the other man, slipping back inside him in one smooth movement. Aerion was a mess, tears streaming down his face and his lip was bitten bloody, and he was staring wide eyed up at him.
“You haven’t slept with anyone else?” Dunk repeated, trying to ignore the tight clutch of Aerion’s pussy around him.
“That’s what I said, are you deaf as well as stupid?” The blond shot back, wrapping his arms around his neck despite the harsh bite of his tone.
“Just- just stop being a fucking cunt for one second, please? No one?”
“Don’t fucking call me that-“
“Aerion-“
“No, I haven’t been sleeping with anyone else, not when I was away, and I wasn’t before that,” he finally admitted, digging his nails into the back of Dunk’s neck. “It’s only you, it’s only been you.”
Dunk felt like he might actually burst into tears. God knows how many sleepless nights he’d had, how many hours were spent turning over every single one of Aerion’s actions and words in his head just to have all his fears subdued with one single fucking sentence.
“Promise?” He managed to choke out.
“Promise? Are you fucking serious- Yes, I fucking promise,” Aerion snapped, any trace of his earlier tearfulness gone. “Are you fucking crying?”
“No,” Dunk said, crying maybe just a little bit. “I missed you so much.”
Aerion ignored him. “What about you, huh? What’s her fucking name this time?”
“There isn’t anyone, it’s- it’s like you said, I haven’t been seeing anyone.”
“Bullshit, you fucking said-“
“Are you really starting an argument while I’m still inside you? I just told you I missed you.”
“Oh, so now it’s an argument?”
“Why do you always have to be so difficult?”
“I’m not the one who goes and sleeps with other bitches when you don’t have access to-“
“I love you, Aerion,” Dunk cut in, entirely fed up with their back and forth, and he could have sworn he heard Aerion’s teeth click with how hard he slammed his mouth shut. “I love you so much, I missed you so fucking much, and I haven’t slept with anyone else either, not for a very long time.”
Aerion’s eyes grew incredibly wide as he spoke, and a pretty pink flush bloomed on his cheeks. He prepared to be yelled at again but instead found himself being tugged down as Aerion began to press desperate kisses to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate in his reciprocation and immediately deepened the kiss, letting their mouths slide together wetly.
He began to grind their hips together once more, Aerion’s warm wet cunt welcoming him eagerly, squeezing his cock almost as desperately as Aerion had kissed him. He didn’t bother being gently, neither of them wanted that, and started fucking him so hard that the headboard began beating against the wall, no doubt leaving deep gouges in the paint he would get yelled at about later.
“I was, fucking hell, lying about what I said earlier,” Aerion moaned, slipping one hand down to circle his clit. “I’m not on the pill.”
His words slammed into him, causing his hips to stutter briefly.
“You’re not leaving this bed, you’re not leaving me, I want to have your baby, Duncan, I want you tied to me,” he continued, the tight channel of his cunt fluttering wildly with every demanding thrust. “God, fuck, make me have your baby then fuck another one into me.”
“As many as you want, whenever you want, you feel so fucking good, this poor empty pussy.”
“So empty without you, you know my fingers can never reach like yours do.”
“Did you, shit, think about me?” Dunk asked, hopefulness creeping into his tone.
Aerion’s back arched harshly against the sheets. “All the time, I wanted to call you so badly but you didn’t call me first, you always call me first.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I wanted to,” he said, slamming his hips wilder, moaning as the shorter man’s nails dug back into his neck at the pet name. “Missed you so much.”
“I’m so close, I’m gonna cum.” Aerion whined, the fingers on his clit speeding up until the room was filled with the wet slap of them.
It was almost too soon before Aerion let out a mix between a scream and a gasp and Dunk felt warm wetness begin to spurt wildly from his cunt, his orgasm squirting out of him and staining his jeans and the sheets beneath them. He released a gasp of his own before slamming deep inside, nudging up against the deep gape of his womb and splashing his own thick cum against it, his balls throbbing with the waves of his release. Aerion’s cunt was so warm and soft around him, and he could have sworn his own orgasm triggered another of the blond’s, his pussy contracting further to coax more cum deeper past his cervix.
He fell forward onto weak arms, catching himself and rolling them to the side so he didn’t crush the smaller man, hiking him up so Aerion sat astride his lap. He felt the other man situate himself more firmly on his lap, and peeked down to catch a glimpse of his fucked out cunt split around his pussy. He watched captivated as Aerion reached out and plucked his phone from the sheets, turning the still recording device and filming where they were connected, the light catching where his cum was frothing out almost prettily.
The whine he released was somewhat pained as the blond clenched down around him, yet he found himself twitching at the sound of the other man’s soft, mean laugh.
Aerion threw the phone back to the side before stretching upwards, cracking his back in a way that made him cringe.
He closed his eyes as Aerion reached out, brushing his fingers over the scar above his eyebrow. It never quite faded the way the doctors said it would, leaving a permanent scar on his face.
“What are you doing?” He mumbled sleepily.
“Admiring my work, I really did a number on you,” he replied softly, tracing the length of it. “Are you really seeing someone else?”
He suddenly felt more awake. “No, no, of course I’m not, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Good, very good, I’d fucking kill whoever it was,” Aerion said, looking pleased. “You should move in, and let me go through your phone.”
“What?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Duncan, I’d say it doesn’t suit you but well, that would be a lie,” he said, rolling off the bed and standing up. “If I was just “moving back”, I would have moved in with my father, not gotten myself an enormous flat.”
He found it extremely hard to focus on the thread of the conversation with his cum dripping out of Aerion right in his line of sight.
“Aerion shouldn’t we talk about this?” He said, pulling himself up onto his elbows.
“As far as I’m concerned, we’ve talked. You came when I called, you came inside me, we both admitted we’ve missed each other,” the blond counted off, planting his hands on his hips. “Is there anything else to say?”
There was more to talk about, probably a million other things, but everything sounded pretty simple when Aerion laid it out for him. It always did.
“No, no I don’t think there is.”
“Exactly, now- fucker!” Aerion squawked, stumbling back into bed as Dunk grabbed him before he could get too far.
“I thought of something we should talk about, namely how many times do you think we will have to do this until you get pregnant?” He asked, rolling on top of the other man.
“Have to? I don’t know if I like that attitude, Duncan.” Aerion murmured back, spreading his legs so they could slot together where he was wet and leaking.
“No, you love it.”
“I do, I really do.” Aerion replied, leaning in until their mouths were a hair’s breadth apart. “I would love you more if you took your fucking clothes off.”
“So demanding…”
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Needless to say, Dunk couldn’t pass off the positive pregnancy test as something that “just happened.”
Neither was the engagement ring that started appearing in Aerion’s instagram posts.