4

The car eased to a stop. Liam felt it more than he heard it, the gentle shift of weight as Daniel parked and cut the engine. For a moment, silence swelled inside the car, thick and heavy with everything unsaid. Liam’s breathing was uneven, his body thrumming with need and frustration, every inch of him still tingling from the ghost of Daniel’s touch.

A door opened, followed by the sound of Daniel’s footsteps on the gravel. Liam waited, his heart pounding. Then the passenger door swung open, and the night air spilled in, cool and fresh, but not enough to put out the fire burning inside him.

“Don’t move,” Daniel said softly. His voice was closer than expected, and then hands, sure and steady, gripped Liam’s wrists, helping him out of the car with a kind of reverence that made Liam’s knees weak. He stood blindly, swaying slightly, until Daniel’s arm wrapped around his waist.

“Easy,” he whispered. “I have got you.”

Liam let out a breathless laugh. “Do you now?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

Liam turned his head slightly, lips brushing the edge of Daniel’s jaw. “Sweetheart?” he murmured, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “That what we are doing now? Giving each other pet names?”

Daniel smiled, slow and unbothered. “You want me to stop?”

Liam hummed low in his throat. “ I didn’t say that. Just making sure I didn’t miss the part where we got soft.”

Daniel guided him forward, his hands steady at Liam’s hips, each step slow and deliberate. The gravel whispered beneath their feet, and somewhere in the distance, an owl called into the night. The air was thick with the scent of cedar and night-blooming jasmine, wrapping around them like a secret. They moved in silence, the atmosphere charged with something electric, until the quiet click of a key turning in a lock cut through the stillness, followed by the soft groan of a door swinging open.

Liam felt the shift in warmth as they crossed the threshold, the air inside cooler, laced with something uniquely Daniel, a blend of leather, spice, and the faintest trace of cologne that lingered like a secret meant just for him. The door closed behind them with a quiet finality, and still the blindfold stayed in place. Surrounded by unfamiliar shadows, Liam tilted his head slightly, his voice low and laced with anticipation as he murmured,

“What now?”

Daniel laughed softly, the sound like velvet in the dark, and his tone dipped even lower, honeyed and full of promise. “Patience. ”

They moved forward, Liam guided by the gentle pressure of Daniel’s hand at his back. He heard the quiet glide of a door opening, the air shifting as they crossed into a new space. The cool marble beneath his soles faded into something softer. Carpet. Thick and luxurious, it sank beneath his shoes with each step, warm like skin touched by sunlight. The silence in the room felt intimate, heavy with anticipation, and every part of Liam’s body seemed to lean into the unseen, guided only by Daniel’s steady touch.

Fingers traced the edge of his collarbone, slow and teasing, just enough to make Liam’s skin prickle. Then the touch vanished, leaving behind a heat that lingered in its absence.

“You look good like this,” Daniel murmured, voice close and quiet. “Uncertain. Listening. Waiting.”

Liam swallowed hard, ashamed of how much he liked the way those words curled around him.

Finally, Daniel brought him to a stop. Liam felt the air shift, the room hush, his body attuned to every sound and sensation.

He tilted his head slightly. “Now what?”

Daniel moved behind him again, breath warm at his ear as his hands settled on Liam’s hips with slow possession. “Now… I take my time.”

The bedroom was warm, lit by something dim and amber. Liam could feel the heat of it on his skin, even through his clothes. He heard Daniel move away, quiet over the carpet, as if giving him time to think or squirm.

The silence swelled, thick and knowing. He didn’t dare turn around. Somewhere behind him, something was set down with a soft thud, followed by the rustle of fabric and the faint sound of breath. Still, Daniel said nothing.

Then came the return. Footsteps, barely audible on the carpet, but unmistakable.

A hand rested on his shoulder, firm and grounding. Another brushed against his waist, slow and measured. He flinched, not from fear, but from the weight of anticipation curling low in his stomach.

Daniel’s mouth came close to his ear, his voice low and deliberate. “Can I take this off you?” he asked, fingers teasing the edge of Liam’s shirt. “Or do you want me to keep wondering what’s underneath?”

Liam’s breath caught. He didn’t speak, but the way his chest rose, just slightly, was answer enough.

Daniel chuckled softly, the sound warm against his neck. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He started with the jacket, easing it off Liam’s shoulders, the fabric gliding down his arms before being tossed aside without a word. Then came the shirt. Each button was undone with deliberate care, his fingers brushing Liam’s skin with every pass, slow and steady. Not rushed. Not careless. As the fabric parted inch by inch, the cool air followed the trail his touch had left behind, chasing warmth with something colder, something that made Liam’s breath catch and his body lean in.

“You feel tense,” Daniel murmured, his hand sliding over Liam’s chest, just barely grazing a nipple. “But not like you want me to stop.”

The shirt slid from his shoulders, guided by Daniel’s hands, and dropped to the floor without a sound. Liam’s skin prickled in its absence, more aware now than ever. The blindfold only heightened his arousal. Daniel’s cologne, the heat radiating from his body, the nearness of him stirred the tension coiled tight beneath Liam’s skin, desperate for release.

Daniel’s voice came again, smooth and rich, with a note of amusement. “I like how quiet you are. Like you are trying to hold something back.”

“I am not,” Liam murmured, breath already uneven.

“Liar,” Daniel whispered, lips brushing over his stomach as he sank lower. “You are holding everything back. But not for long.”

He dropped to his knees, fingers trailing down Liam’s abdomen, tracing the sharp lines and soft heat. Then he pressed a kiss just above the waistband of Liam’s trousers, slow and deliberate, lips barely grazing skin.

Liam’s hands clenched at his sides, unsure where to put them. He reached toward Daniel’s hair but hesitated midair, blindfolded and unsure. Daniel noticed.

He took Liam’s hands gently, guiding them with his own until Liam’s fingers threaded through his hair.

“Touch me,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I want you to.”

Liam’s fingers slid into Daniel’s hair just as Daniel tugged open his belt and eased down the zipper with aching slowness, each movement deliberate, teasing, and filled with intent. The fabric parted, and the sudden brush of cool air against overheated skin made Liam suck in a breath.

Then came the first hot exhale against the most sensitive part of him, a whisper of heat that made his thighs tense and his grip tighten. He barely had time to prepare before Daniel’s mouth closed around his dick, warm and wet, taking him in with a slow, hungry precision that made Liam’s knees threaten to give.

A moan slipped from Liam’s lips before he could swallow it back, raw and unfiltered.

Daniel’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile around him, the movement sending a pulse straight through Liam’s core.

He worked deliberately at first, tongue firm and teasing, setting a maddeningly patient rhythm that drew out every nerve ending. Liam’s grip tightened in Daniel’s hair, clutching like an anchor as his thoughts dissolved into pure sensation. Every sense screamed, everywhere but his eyes, stolen away by the blindfold. It was torture, and it was exquisite. He couldn’t tell if it made everything sharper or softer, more urgent or deliciously slow.

Daniel hummed low and steady, the vibration rolling over Liam’s skin and deep inside him, making him curse breathlessly.

Though Liam couldn’t see Daniel’s eyes, he felt them, dark, hungry, and merciless, burning into him, reading every twitch, every shiver, every ragged breath like a secret only he was allowed to know.

“Say his name,” Daniel whispered suddenly, his breath hot against Liam’s lower abdomen.

“What?” Liam’s voice cracked, head swimming.

“Say your husband’s name.” Daniel’s lips ghosted over the skin just above his waistband, tongue flicking playfully.

Liam froze, chest rising with shallow breaths. He swallowed hard, confused, aroused, exposed. The question rattled in his head, but he let it slip.

“Aiden,” he breathed, barely audible.

Daniel hummed in satisfaction and dragged his tongue slowly across Liam’s hipbone. “Again,” he said, voice thick with want.

“Aiden,” Liam groaned as Daniel’s mouth closed around his cock again, hot and wet and devastating.

Both of Liam’s hands flew to Daniel’s head, fingers tangling in his hair for balance. His knees nearly buckled at the first suck, the sensation too much. He stood there trembling, blindfolded, unable to see, every other sense on fire.

Daniel moved with cruel, deliberate patience, his tongue unrelenting, mouth dragging over him in a rhythm so precise it bordered on torture. Liam’s hips surged forward, helpless against the pull, breath hitching into a low, desperate sound.

“Louder,” Daniel murmured against him, then licked up the length slowly, making Liam cry out. He rose to his feet, mouth trailing over Liam’s stomach, slick heat marking every inch.

“Aiden..fuck ...Aiden!” Liam gasped, head falling back, fingers clawing at Daniel’s shoulders as he tried to stay upright.

“Good boy,” Daniel growled, grabbing him by the hips and spinning him around against the wall. Then, with one slow, unrelenting thrust, he slid inside, filling him to the hilt. Liam’s hands braced against the surface, gasping, body arching as Daniel pressed in deeper.

Liam moaned, body arching, writhing under every stroke. He couldn't see him, but he could feel him every inch of him, every word breathed into his ear, every snap of Daniel’s hips branding his name into his skin.

“Louder!” Daniel barked as he thrust harder.

“Aiden! I am coming. Fuck!”

When Liam came, he choked on his husband’s name like a prayer, the syllables breaking apart on his tongue. His whole body tightened, shuddering under the weight of release, his breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry.

Behind him, Daniel groaned, a raw, guttural sound as he gripped Liam’s hips harder, fingers digging into his skin. His pace stuttered for a moment, then deepened, thrusts growing frantic and desperate. He pressed his face to Liam’s shoulder, breathing ragged against his damp skin, and let go with a shiver that racked his whole frame as he emptied his seed into Liam.

Daniel stayed close, his breath still uneven against Liam’s back. Neither of them moved at first, bodies still locked in that lingering haze. Their skin was slick, chests rising and falling as one, the silence stretching only because it felt sacred.

Eventually, Daniel slipped out of him with careful hands, easing the tension in Liam’s spine. He guided him gently, turning him around with quiet insistence.

“Can I take it off now?” Liam asked, voice hoarse but soft.

Warm fingers found his temple, lingering for a breath before moving to the knot behind his head. The blindfold loosened and slid away. The world eased back in with a slow bloom of light. Shapes returned in a soft blur, the room around him, the steady figure standing in front of him, watching.

Liam smiled as his eyes finally met his husband’s. “Hi.”

Aiden, who had played Daniel for the night, smiled back, warm and a little breathless, and leaned in to kiss him. It wasn’t hurried or rough. It was slow and lingering, the kind of kiss that said everything without rushing to explain. When they pulled apart, Aiden touched his cheek and said, “That was amazing.”

Liam let out a quiet laugh, still catching his breath. “Yeah. I agree. Daniel.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow, amused. “I thought you would use an alias too.”

“I wanted to,” Liam admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. “But I panicked and went with the one you are used to.”

Aiden laughed, brushing their foreheads together. “You are impossible.”

“But you love me,” Liam murmured, voice tender.

“I do,” Aiden said, kissing him again, slower this time. “So much.”

Liam wrapped his arms around him, content to stay right there, bare and held, hearts still racing but steady now. “I love you too.”

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