Aaron pushed himself up on his knees, and tugged Joel’s open trousers and drawers down his thighs. The cloth was constricting, and he looked very big as he knelt over Joel, and Joel’s heart was thundering now. He wondered if Aaron was going to turn him over, to fuck him here on the settee, without anything but spit. He was hardening again.

“Jesus,” Aaron whispered. He ran his hands over Joel’s bared skin, belly to thighs. “Do you think you might manage a second time?”

“If you care to make me.”

Aaron’s hands closed on his prick. Joel watched his face, his intent dark eyes, his slightly parted lips. His hands were firm, one nudging between Joel’s thighs in exploration as the other worked him.

“This is very dedicated of you,” Joel managed. “In the circumstances.”

“You asked me what I thought about. I thought about the sounds you make, and how your hips move, all of it. I want to memorise how it feels to make you come because that is what I’m going to be thinking about for a very long time.”

Joel stared up at his face. Aaron gave a twisted sort of smile down. “So if you can tell me how best to get you there...”

“I need to feel you too. Wait.” Joel squirmed and turned under Aaron, muttering directions, until he was face down, Aaron’s hand under him, round his prick, Aaron’s weight on him, and his bare erection hot against Joel’s arse.

“Oh God,” Aaron whispered. “I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“I want you all over me. Between my legs, or inside me, or rubbing like that, whichever you please, but I want to be humping your hand, and under you, and listening to you pleasing yourself. Can you do that?”

Aaron was moving gently, rubbing against Joel’s skin. “Like this?”

“Heavier. Don’t hold yourself up.”

“I don’t want to asphyxiate you.”

“I want your full weight,” Joel growled. “I want a big strong policeman on my back and between my legs. Have you got that?”

There was a tiny silence. Then a heavy hand came down on Joel’s back between his shoulderblades, pushing him into the settee.

“Fuck. That’s it. Oh Jesus, yes.”

He could feel the tension in Aaron’s muscles. He was pushing hard now, strong thighs over Joel’s, frotting against the crease of his arse, fingers gripping Joel’s prick and bony against his belly, and Joel did very much wish that they had a jar of petroleum jelly and a couple of hours, but this was perfect too.

“Joel,” Aaron whispered. “Is this what you like?”

“More.”