Aaron’s fingers loosened. He leaned in, and ran his tongue over Joel’s prick, tentative at first, then firmer. Slow, careful licks, following veins and ridges, circling the head, pressing at the slit, until Joel was panting. “Fuck. Yes. You can use your lips.”

Aaron’s mouth curved. He leaned in, and kissed Joel’s cock, a sweet, soft kiss. It was ridiculous. Joel wanted to cry.

He didn’t have time for that. Aaron was using his mouth now—just the lips, circling, tasting, not sucking, and Joel was about to levitate off the settee with need. “Oh God. Suck me, right now.”

Aaron made a pointed questioning noise. Joel said, “Please. Please, pretty please with bells on—fuck!”

That was Aaron plunging down on him, taking him urgently, still not using his hand, just a mouth that was wild and wet, perfectly tight and perfectly right.

“Oh, you miracle,” Joel whispered. “I love it. More.”

He meant harder but Aaron went deeper, taking Joel almost alarmingly far down. He made a tiny choking noise, pulled back, did it again, and now Joel was hanging on by his fingernails, mind going white, nothing in the world left but the sensation of DS Fowler learning how to get a man down his throat. “Oh fuck Jesus Aaron, Aaron—!”

He shot, shuddered, collapsed. Aaron held on like grim death throughout, and this time, he swallowed.

“Hand it to you,” Joel mumbled, when he could remember English again. “Quick learner.”

Aaron sluiced his mouth with a sip of whisky, then leaned over for a kiss. “I have been rehearsing that in my head for some time.”

“It worked.”

Aaron grinned, and relaxed on top of him, except for a very insistent erection. Joel squirmed a bit, to show he’d noticed. “Aaron?”

“Mmm?”

“Tell me something. In all that thinking you’ve been doing about me. What are you doing when you come?”

Aaron made a choking noise. Joel slid his hand over his arse. “I want to know. I mean, you’ve been thinking about me with your prick in your hand, right? So what are we doing?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Aaron whispered.

“It does. If you want something, I want to give it to you.”

Aaron made a sound that was almost like a laugh. “What I want is to be naked in bed with you all night. To learn every inch of your skin. But that isn’t going to happen, is it?”

“I’ll stay if you want me.”

“I want you, but you can’t stay.” Aaron’s neck muscles corded briefly, a man swallowing tension. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes. However you want.”