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“Did I ever tell you I had green hair?”
Aerion takes a long drag of the joint he’d rolled just hours earlier, the smoke makes him cough slightly then he passes it back to the large man he’s leaning against. They were supposed to go out for dinner, Duncan likes to have his romantic outings, but a storm rolled in an hour before they were meant to leave and Aerion had decided it best if they stayed at his apartment for the night. So now they're in his bed, smoking his weed, eating shitty take out, and watching some sci-fi movie Duncan insisted he would like. He doesn’t, but his boyfriend doesn’t need to know that.
“What?”
“Hm?”
“Why did you have green hair?”
Right. “Oh, it was stupid. Or at least that’s what my father said.” Aerion mumbles the last bit as he takes the joint back.
His high had settled a while ago, he can feel it behind his eyes, and he’s debating on if he should take his leftovers back out of the fridge when Duncan interrupts his thoughts again.
“Did you dye it?”
Aerion side eyes the oaf, takes one last hit and puts the bud out in the ornate ‘ashtray’ that’s meant to be a family heirloom. “Obviously. Did you think it just grew that way?”
With that out of the way, he cuddles deeper into his boyfriend, snaking an arm across his middle and tucking his head under his chin. Aerion can feel stubble on top of his head. I wonder if he’d look hot with a beard…
Duncan huffs in frustration but drags a hand through Aerion's short hair. It almost makes him purr. Almost. “I’m not that dumb, why did you dye your hair?”
It takes a moment for Aerion to remember to respond. Why are we still talking about this?
“I was 16, had a bit of an obsession with wildfire. I liked the power. And the chaos.” Duncan’s hand continues to comb through his hair and he can feel his eyes getting heavy. He shifts slightly so he can throw a leg over Duncan's thick thigh. “The color was nice too.”
“You dyed your hair the color of an ancient chemical weapon because the color was nice?” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of his head.
“I told you it was stupid”
“No, not stupid,” he tugs on his hair playfully, his short nails scraping gently against his scalp, and it makes Aerion shutter and his cock twitch against Duncan’s large thigh. “Just very… you.”
If Duncan notices his arousal, he doesn't make note of it, so Aerion grinds his against Duncan’s thigh so that he won’t miss it. Duncan hums agreeably and tugs on his hair again. Hard enough to make Aerion let out a soft moan, one just loud enough a more sober version of himself would be embarrassed about. At this angle, with his head pulled back, he can look into Duncan's eyes. His pupils are blown wide, a result of the weed and of his hunger for what he knows is about to happen. Aerion gets lost staring at the thin bright blue ring of his iris when Duncan pulls him in for a deep kiss.
Almost instantly, Aerion is biting at the taller man's bottom lip and licking against him so he opens his mouth. His hand starts to wander up Duncan's t-shirt to reach one of his pecs and he squeezes his nipple harshly. Duncan gasps, and Aerion smilies into his mouth in satisfaction. “Hmm I always forget how sensitive you are here”. His tease earns him a bite on his lip.
He continues playing with the peaked nipple and lazily licking into Duncan's mouth. The kiss is turning too wet and too sloppy, but they're both past the point of caring. Once Aerion decides he's abused Duncan's pec enough, he moves his hand down until he's cupping his erection through his sweatpants. He's not wearing boxers and the fabric is already damp with pre cum. Duncan growls into his mouth and the noise is pure lust in his ears.
Aerion pulls back just enough to look into his eyes again, it only lasts half a second before he's pulling back and shifting to Duncan's lap. The man moves to sit up but Aerion pushes him roughly so he stays down. “Be a good boy and stay down, can you do that?”
Duncan is already too far gone and he lets out another little moan and nods head. Aerion can feel his cock twitch impatiently under him as he grinds his hips downward. The larger man's jaw goes slack and he bucks his hip up, causing Aerion to fall forward. He catches himself, hands on either side of the man's head, and leans forward some more to press a bite into Duncan's neck. He feels large hands grab his hips and move him so their dicks are pressed against each other through their clothes and suddenly he's grateful he removed his jeans earlier. Duncan's impressive length is solid and hot against him even through his sweatpants and Aerions own thin boxers.
“Thank the Seven for that storm” He mumbles against Duncan's neck and begins rocking into the other man at a slow but steady pace. Duncan throws his head back and Aerion takes the chance to kiss his way up to his mouth again. Kissing in time with the rocking of his hips. Duncan's hands grab the sides of his head and force the kiss deeper. When the hell did he move his hands?
Aerion forces the kiss to break so he can press his forehead into the others. His hips are moving lazily now, but the pleasure feels so intense. He can feel Duncan all over and there's a pressure building up in his lower stomach.
Duncan plants his feet, moving his hips upwards to meet each thrust. And it's so slow, the two of them moving against each other like a dance. Aerion can't think about anything else but the warm solid weight moving under him and the taste of Duncan's breath as they pant into each other's mouths. Duncan whines, “I don’t think I'll last much longer.”
“Oh? Are you going to cum in your pants for me like a virgin?” He can't help but tease and speed up his pace. His hips are moving more frantically now. “How pathetic is that-” his sentence is cut off by a sharp moan of his own as one of Duncan's large hands is shoved down his boxers and grabbing his cock.
The hand gives his cock two rough strokes, enough to render him speechless, before it's gone. He hears himself let out a sob at the loss before he's suddenly on his back. He watches, dazed, as Duncan pulls off his boxers. The sudden exposure makes him whine and arch his body into the heat of the man above him. Duncan uses one hand to pin his hips to the bed, and spits into the other. Aerion's eyes roll into the back of his head as Duncan strokes him, the fast speed a shock to his system after the slow pace he was leading with.
Aerion is barely thinking as he reaches for the waistband of Duncan's sweatpants, and all he can do is weakly hook a finger. Duncan takes notice of what he's doing and circles the head of his cock, spreading a bead of pre cum with his thumb, before removing his hand so he can remove his sweatpants. It takes no hesitation before he's grabbing both their lengths in his one large hand. Duncan is only able to get four solid strokes before Aerion is cumming between them.
Duncan kisses up his chest through his orgasm. “Now look at who didn't last long.”
Aerions panting, trying to catch his breath, “Fuck you, you oaf.”
Duncan laughs, and lets go of Aerion's spent cock. Instead, he jerks himself off while burying his head in Aerion's neck until he comes with a deep groan. Aerion holds him through it, running a hand through Duncan's shaggy hair and the other gripping his thick bicep. Duncan collapses on top of him and Aerion welcomes the weight for a second before he attempts to push the man off.
“Ok get off me, I can breathe you giant.” Duncan moves to sit up, kissing Aerion on the nose on his way. Aerion looks down between them, “you got cum on my shirt”.
Duncan leaves the bed to get a wet rag to clean him up, and brings his own sweatshirt he left in the living room with him. “Here ya go, I'm sorry about the shirt,” and Seven above he looks bashful about it.
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Once the two are cleaned up and Aerion and settled into bed, Aerion starts to drift to sleep. His back is pressed against Duncan's chest and he can feel his rhythmic breaths against the top of his head. “You should find a picture.”
Aerion jerks awake, “What?”
“You should find a picture, I wanna see you with your green hair.”
Gods I shouldn't have said anything “Sure, I'll see if my father has any pictures”.
I won't.
“You should do it again, I bet you'd look cute.” Duncan slurs, he's already half asleep.
“Go to bed you oaf.” he brings one of Duncan's hands up to kiss a knuckle. “Love you”
“Hmm love you too.”
He’s never seeing those goddamn photos. Is what Aerion thinks as he falls asleep in the arms of his boyfriend.