Joel sagged, releasing Aaron’s head to get a grip on the supportive table. Aaron’s mouth was still round his prick. He stayed there for a few seconds, then pulled off, and Joel saw his eyes dart.

“Sink,” he said helpfully.

Aaron hurried over, spat, and rinsed his mouth. “Well,” he said, after a second. “I’m afraid that is an unquestionable offence of indecent behaviour. It’s a shame I just destroyed the evidence.”

The laugh exploded out of Joel. He gathered up his trousers and walked over, meeting Aaron half way, and pulled his face down for an open-mouthed kiss, tasting himself.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Joel rather thought it had been, and a nudge of a thigh indicated that Aaron was indeed sporting a substantial bit of stiff. They also serve who only stand and get sucked off, he decided.

“Well, now.” He slid his hand down, and Aaron tensed so hard he could feel it. “Aaron?”

“Uh.” Aaron sounded a bit strangled. “If you touch me, I’m not going to last.”

Joel just bet he wasn’t. Poor bastard probably hadn’t had his prick felt in years. “Don’t worry about it. In fact, leave that to me. Back.”

He steered Aaron backwards to his single bed. “Unbutton your shirt for me?”

Aaron grabbed for the first button. Joel said, “No, for me. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

Aaron’s eyes widened. His hand stilled, then he carefully eased the button through. Careful, thorough, exactly as Joel wanted.

“Jesus,” he said. “Perfect. Keep doing that.”

Button after button, revealing a tantalising glimpse of dark hair at the neck of his undershirt. Joel licked his lips, making sure Aaron saw him do it. “Take those off.”

Aaron pulled down his braces, pulled off the shirt, made to drag off the vest. He tugged it over his head slowly, so Joel got a good look at his belly and chest, the dark tangles of hair, the movement of muscles.

And there he was, bare to the waist, waiting.

Joel was already hard again. He stepped forward and ran his hand up Aaron’s stomach, through the wiry hair, feeling his muscles spasm.

“On the bed,” he suggested.

Aaron sat, and kicked his shoes off, which was very polite of him, then lay back. He looked like a man in a dream. Judging by his visibly straining prick, it was the kind of dream that left you wanting new sheets.

“Maybe you should unbutton,” Joel suggested. “Don’t touch it. Just, you know, get it clear for me.”

Aaron’s eyes narrowed a fraction, though his hand moved obediently. “What, exactly, are we doing?”

“Well, you said you’d come as soon as I touch your cock,” Joel said. “So I thought I wouldn’t do that quite yet.”