#luvver'sasks

You flush at that, heat climbing to your cheeks and mind racing of everything you had in your wardrobe. Five hours, five hours too little to get ready.

You'd turned your entire wardrobe inside out, trying on the insane amount of LBD's you had. How short was too short? Mid thigh, you weren't a nun.

You'd decided on the one that settled right under your ass, and would definitely ride up throughout the night.

Perched on the edge of your couch, nibbing on the ends of your nails. Eyes darting to every notification that lit up the screen of your phone. Finally, it came.

I'm outside.

Trying to not be too eager, you take your sweet time grabbing your bag and putting your ID, card and way too many lip glosses in to the pocket. He was waiting where he always did, right near the door to the parking lot, stood at the passenger door, one of his feet crossed over the other.

"Good Evening." He pops open the car door, motioning for you to get in.

"Hello," You lean into his side, before climbing in and him clicking the door shut behind you, "So what's the occasion?" You ask as he twists the key and the engine roars to life.

"You actually being able to use your real ID." You don't miss the smirk on his face and snicker slightly.

"Ah, a belated birthday outing." Your head hits the rest behind you, watching the city whiz by. "Feeling sorry for missing my actual birthday?"

"I was called away on a case." He states, hands clasping the wheel. "But yes I am sorry, I missed your birthday."

Your hand strokes up his thigh and he clears his throat, eyes darting down to to it. "I don't care that you missed my birthday, you're a very important man. Now spill, where are you taking me."

Your hand was unabashedly stroking his bulge, fingers trailing the seam of his trousers. A deep groan erupting from his chest, shoulders tensing making the veins on his forearms appear.

"You'll find out when we get there." He rolls his eyes at your impatience, head turning to peer out of the window and you swiftly remove your hand from him, leaving it to rest on your own thigh. "You're cruel."

"And you won't tell me where we're going." Your voice ticks up, teasing him and keeping your hands far far away from his dick.

"Stop your whining, we're here."

Unbuckling and stepping out, heels clicking on to the concrete. Arm wrapping around yours and leading you not too far down the street to a bar. The sign on front was lit up neon blue, casting a sheen over the two of you.

"Oh so you're getting me drunk?" You giggle. "I hope you're not planning to take advantage of me."

"I would never do such a thing." His arm wraps around your neck pulling you into the crook of his arm. The both of you flash your ID's to the bouncer, him not even glancing at Aarons but taking a second longer to glance at yours.

"Have a good evening guys." The bouncer is flippant as he waves you in, the heat from the bar hitting immediately same with the wave of loud music enveloping you.

You scan the room, it's very busy. It's packed like sardines, Aaron makes a path up to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" He leans down, hands winding down to your hips, the ghost of his breath fanning over your ear.

"Just a beer." You lean back into him, back pressed into his front, you could feel the hardness of his muscles under his shirt.

He motions to the bartender and two cold, crisp pints slide across the bar and into your hand. The two of you make your way to a corner, its less rammed there, you can hear him speak. Your back hits the wall and its cool on your exposed skin, sticking to the sweat and sending a shiver down your back.

"When I said short." A finger drags up from the crook of your knee to the swell of your ass, meeting the fabric that clung there tightly. "I didn't mean show the whole world your ass." He pinches the fabric in between his fingers and pulling it down slightly.

"I was just following your instructions, maybe you should have been more clear." A mischievous smile creeps up your cheeks. "God knows how you run a team of FBI agents." You take a long, cool sip from your drink.

"Careful."

He pinches your ass this time, it stings and you yelp quietly. The smile never leaving your face.

You finish the rest of your drink, handing him the empty glass. "I'm going for a cigarette. You're welcome to come." You push off of the wall, and snake through the small gap that he'd left between the two of you. You don't miss his disapproving stare.

"I'll get us another drink." He sighs, dropping your hand as you make your way to the side entrance, out to the benches where the smoking area resided.

You'd just lit the thing and put it in your mouth, barely even taking a drag before you heard it, someone calling your name and walking towards you, shrouded in the darkness,

"John." You smile up at him, blowing the smoke away from him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing good, what are you doing in a place like this?" He looks around, sitting down next to you.

"Ah. I'm with someone." You bite your lip.

"So you finally settled down?" He laughs. "Never thought you would, you were very wild."

"Eh, not exactly."

Always with the perfect timing, Aaron steps out with another two pints in hand, almost slipping put of his grip at the sight of you with someone else.

"Aaron!" You call, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand.

You take the drink and motion for him to sit down next to you. He doesn't.

"Who's this?" He asks, glaring daggers at John, eyes darting between the pair of you.

"John. He is- was my friend." You give him a thin lipped smile, sipping from your drink just wanting the ground to swallow you up whole.

"Wild one isn't she?" John snorts, "Can't tie her down, don't let her out of your sight or she might jump ship."

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes so hard you’re sure you see the front of your brain and your shoulder jabs into his ribs.

“What?” He scoffs, “You were having great fun to me, and then someone else caught your fancy.”

You start to chug your pint, the cool liquid sitting heavy in your stomach. Aaron just simply raises an eyebrow, the muscles in his jaw jumping.

“What was his name? Rob, that was it. The accountant.” He wags his finger and your cheeks burn hot. With that his friends call him over and he disappears back into the darkness.

You’d finished your drink quickly, the glass clinking on the bench. He stares at you in silence and you take a long drag of your cigarette, blowing it away from him this time.

“How many… friends, do you have?” His hand his on his hip, his pinky and ring finger dipping into his pocket.

“It sounds worse than it is.” You bite your lip. “I left because he had whiskey dick.”

He doesn’t find that funny, still staring down at you.

“Put that out, we’re leaving.” His statement is one and done, pouring the rest of his pint down the drain, barely sipped the foam from being poured still sitting on the top.

“What! We just got here.” You pout, grasping your knees, the ash falling to the toe of your boot.

“It seems like everyone here knows you.”

“It’s one guy!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up dramatically. Then someone else calls your name from behind again, and you hide behind your hair.

“We are leaving.” He repeats.

You put out your cigarette, stamping it out under your boot and leaving your half drank pint on the bench.

His hand grasps yours, leading you away from the bar and down the street. Heels clicking on the pavement, echoing around the empty streets.

His silence makes you nervous, you squeeze his hand, feeling his knuckles on your fingers. The glint of his car in the night finally appears, he still opens the door. Your brain tries to reason with you, that means he can’t be THAT mad.

“Buckle yourself in.”

The tone, that cool, unbending tone told you that you were dealing with Unit chief Hotchner, not Aaron.

You do as your told and the seatbelt clicks into place. The ride back is so quiet that you can hear the tires rolling across the gravel. You don’t even think about reaching across the console and stroking his cock, well it does cross your mind but you shake it out. Refusing to sit still, squirming in the leather seat and flipping down the small mirror. Reapplying your lipgloss.

The buildings that pass aren’t familiar, this wasn’t the way to your apartment. It was more suburb than city, the tall apartment buildings and the hustle and bustle turned into a quieter, sleepier town houses.

You were going to his place.

He pulled into the driveway, the car screeching to a halt. He throws out the door, not opening yours this time. Marching straight to the front door and you trail behind him, following hot on his heels.

You get in, he kicks off his shoes and so do you.

"Look." You sigh.

You barely get a word out, the rest of the upcoming sentence knocked out of you. Your back hits the door. He cages you in, thick forearms on either side of your head and his lips suck on your neck. Teeth scraping over the sensitive skin making your toes curl into the hardwood floor.

“Aaron!” You cry, your hands grasping the front of his shirt desperately. The fabric wrinkles in between your fingers, ruining the ironing he’d definitely ran over it earlier.

“Shh.” He whispers, his hands fingering the straps of your dress and letting them fall to the sides. “I don’t want to hear it.” The bottom of it gets hiked up, making your ass shake as it clings above your hips.

“But-.” You try, he silences you with a searing kiss, rolling down the top part of the dress and exposing your tits to the cool air of his house.

His foot nudges between yours, spreading your legs and pinning you to the door with the sheer size of him.

Hand shaking down, between the valley of your tits, lightly stroking your stomach and coming to rest on your pelvis. His fingers peek inside the waistband of your thong, sliding in and hovering right above where you so desperately wanted him to stroke.

“Mmph.” You groan into his mouth. Your hips buck upwards to his hand. He smiles into your kiss, teeth reaching out and nipping at your bottom lip.

Then he does it, hands curve all the way down. Two thick fingers press into you, filling you. Simultaneously, his thumb hits your clit with soft, smooth circles as his fingers pump mercilessly.

He pulls away from your mouth with a wet pop, just in time to hear the loud, borderline pornographic moan that pulls from your throat. It echoes in the small space of the entry way as your head leans against his front door. “Aaron fuck!”

The laugh that hits your ears is teasing, your eyes half lidded as you gaze up at him. His fingers make an erotic squelch come from you every time he fucks them deep inside you. You’re pretty sure the only way you’re still upright on your feet is his fingers keeping you in place.

His thumb speeds presses harder into your clit. “Oh my God!” You almost scream, his thumbs precision on your clit and the pads of his fingers has you running to the edge at lightening speed.

“Are you close baby?” He whispers into your ear.

That’s all you needed, his voice vibrating in your ear and sending an ice cold chill down your spine. The muscles in your thighs tremble, toes curled and back so slick with sweat that you’re suctioned to the door. Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his fingers tightly as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm.

You’re still panting when he’s leading you somewhere else, you don’t catch much of the living room before you’re pushed over the back of the couch. It was blue, and soft, the fabric under your hands.

“You’re so wet.” The head of his cock hits your clit as he shuffles forward and the clink of his belt buckle on the hardwood floor has your stomach turn in anticipation.

It hits the outside of your entrance, barely pushing in. You try to push back, he grabs your hips and pushes you flush with the couch. He clicks his tongue and his fingers tap against your skin.

“Should I fuck you? Hmm?” He presses forward slightly, then stops, then presses forward again just barely sinking into you.

You feel your hair slip to the side as you look back over your shoulder. “Please!” You whine, hips stuttering and pulling your lip into your mouth.

“I’m not sure.”

He slips his cock down and slaps it against your clit, your arms give out slightly. They buckle at the elbows.

“Please fuck me! Aaron.” Your dress is still clinging to your midriff, wet with sweat.

He doesn’t give you an answer with words, he just sinks right in and bottoming out. This time your elbows do buckle and your cheek comes to rest on the blue fabric. Feet tipping off the floor.

Again, he has no mercy. Using you roughly, each pump lurching you - and probably the couch, forward.

Your moans are muffled by the cushion pressing into your cheek, the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth leaving a dark spot on the fabric.

His strong arm wraps around your middle, pulling you back up to your hands and caging you in again. He’s heavy on top of you as he fucks you, his back, still in his shirt, pressing into you.

Puffs of air escape from your lips at each thrust, still so sensitive from your last orgasm, walls fluttering around him.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice is deep and guttural almost a growl.

“You.” Your voice comes out in a whisper, and another loud, high pitched moan comes when his middle finger reaches for your clit again.

“That’s right. This pussy is mine.”

“Fuck! Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!” You say his name like a prayer as you cum again, squeezing his thick cock in a vice like grip.

He whispers your name as his own hips stutter and with one deep thrust he releases inside of you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his hands holding you to his chest and panting like you’d just ran a marathon.

Pulling you up, cock still inside, he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“I couldn’t stand him talking to you like that.” Aaron was back, his fingers now brushing your hair from your shoulder. “Sorry if I was too rough.”

“No no, I loved it.” You smile, “I think that was the hardest I came, like ever.”

“I’ll run you a bath.” His fingers stroke your spine and he finally pulls out, his cum running down your legs.

“Be quick, wouldn’t want to stain your newly waxed hardwood floor.” You give him a knowing look.

“Oh shut up.” He rolls his eyes and disappears up the stairs. A couple of seconds later you hear the water run.

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"This one." He laughs, pulling open the door for you and you step in. He takes to the host stand, "Booking for Hotchner at 8, sorry to be a hassle, but could we move to the outside seating?"

"Of course, sir." The host clicks on the computer in front of her, "I'll take you there now." She leads you to the outside seating, handing you the drinks menus. "In a short while, someone will be over."

You glance around, you're the only two on the outside seating. There was a very light breeze, chilling the sweat on your skin and making s shiver travel down your back.

"So why did you ask for us to move outside?" You ask, taking it in.

"Its quieter out here, inside is pretty rammed." He smiles. "I wanted to be able to hear you talk."

You glow red, his kindness catching you off guard. Your mouth curls into a smile, shaking your head. "Stop it." You giggle slightly, the toe of your shoes nudging his. "I know what you're trying to do."

"And what am I trying to do?"

"You think that if you compliment me, take me to a fancy bar I'll just climb into bed with you later." You bite your lip, blatantly staring at him. The dim lights casting a gentle glow on his face, the muscles in his forearms flexed as he reads over the menu.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." His eyes scanning across the menu. "I think I'll go for the espresso martini."

You take a look yourself, out of the corner of your eye there is a black apron and a white shirt. "Hi guys, how can we get you started today?"

"Can I have an espresso martini?" The waiter nods, scribbling it down.

He turns to you. "Could I get a Gibson?"

He pauses a second, looking at his pad and then you. "Could I just see some ID?"

"Of course!" You dig around your purse and hand it over, he stares at it then you then the card again. He hands it back, now writing your order down.

"You know, It's just because sometimes we get dads trying to get their kids a drink." With a nod, he departs. The thick glass doors shutting behind him.

You can't help it, but you burst into laughter. Spurred on by the ever unimpressed look on your boyfriend's face. Arms crossed across his chest highlighting his pecks, the crease of his shirt settling between them, surrounded by his thick forearms that were covered in dark hair. You're almost doubled over, hand clutching at your stomach with tears spurting at the corners of your eyes.

"I don't understand what's funny." He deadpans, his eyebrows scrunched into that flat line you loved.

"Nothing's funny." You're shaking your head, still snickering. "Dad."

Another wave of laughter comes over you at the way his face contorts in absolute, unmistakable disgust. This time a tear does actually run down your cheek, quickly wiping it up so your makeup doesn't run.

The door swings open, the waiter on his way over with three drinks on a tray. He hands Aaron his espresso martini, then you you're Gibson. "This one's on the house."

It's a pornstar martini, he places it in front of you, the liquid sloshing slightly from his shaky placement. The bottom of the glass scraping across the table with an awful squeak.

"Thank you." You smile up at him. He nods again, scurrying away back to the bar.

Aaron scoffs quietly, bringing his drink up to his lip, and rolling his eyes at the back of the server. Glaring at his back. "Come sit on this side with me." His hand pats the chair next to him. It's not a request.

You comply, standing up and moving your drinks across and your bag. "Is someone jealous?" You smile, still moving anyway, the teasing tone of your voice ticking up.

"I just don't like his audacity." He responds, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into him. Your side pressed into his, the heat radiating into you.

The two of you sip on your drinks, you comment on his choice, ever the caffeine addict.

"You know at your age, you shouldn't drink so much caffeine." You poke at his ribs, finger running up them like a xylophone. "Your heart might give out." You snort, now feeling the buzz from your drink.

"Says the woman drinking a cocktail with a pickled onion in it." His nose brushes up your neck, a trail of soft kisses coming after. It makes you giggle like a fool, scratching the back of his head with your fingers.

Plucking the pick out of the glass, you scrape the pickled onion into your mouth and chewing on it dramatically. "And you're the one who has to kiss this mouth."

"Gladly."

His fingers grip your chin, turning your face to him and planting a firm kiss on you, his teeth scraping your bottom lip slightly.

"That." He pauses, "Is a terrible combination." His nose scrunches.

"Good thing we have a pornstar martini to wash it all down." You're about an inch apart, whispering into each others mouths . Now endlessly gals that you were alone outside and that the chill breeze was cooling the flush that had erupted all over your body.

"Or, we could go home. Brush our teeth and have kisses be mint flavour." His hand is firmly panted on your thigh, thumb rubbing the hem of your dress slightly.

Standing up, he holds out his arm for you. Nodding towards the car.

"Are you sure you're ok to drive?" You question, standing up anyway flinging your bag over your shoulder.

"I've had one." He rolls his eyes, linking your arm in his leading you to the car, popping the door open for you and walking to the other side of the car.

"I think you just don't want me to drink the free drink." You giggle. "Someone's jealous." Teasing, poking at his ribs again.

"Jealous? Me?" He questions, "Of that kid?" Shaking his head he finishes the rest of his drink, folding his jacket over his forearm. "He'd never be able to handle you anyway."

"Glad you've got your head screwed on, old man." You lean over the roof, voice lowering to a whisper. "Because, I'm wearing nothing under this dress." You bite your lip.

His voice is deep and rumbly, eyes darkening. "Get in the car."

You do. Not without a loud, hearty laugh.

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Before you knew it you’d pulled open the passenger side door and clambered into the seat and clicked your seatbelt into place.

“Hey.” You say meekly, glancing over to him.

“Hey.” He repeats, “You look beautiful.” The heat flushes onto your cheeks and you stare at your heeled feet.

“As do you.”

He was wearing a suit, the one he normally wears. But instead of the crisp, pressed white dress shirt he’d opted for all black. His hand reaches over the back of the headrest as he reverses out. Thick arms ever so present even under his blazer.

“So, where are you actually going?” You look at him expectantly, the city wizzing past you.

“An italian restaurant.” He glances at you with a smile. “It came highly recommended.”

“Just highly recommended? You’ve got a reservation on a Friday night, hours before.” You shake your head.

“I know someone who knows the owner.” He shrugs.

Pulling up to the restaurant, it was fancier than you’d originally thought. Everyone looked rich, rich. A penthouse in the centre of DC 40 floors up rich.

“I don’t think I’m in the right tax bracket to eat here.” You joke, that receives you a cool glare.

He opens your car door, holding out his forearm for you to steady yourself on as you stand up. The material of his blazer was soft under your fingers, wrapping his arm around yours. He leads you to the door, pulling it open and waiting for you to walk in.

“Thank you.”

He doesn’t mention it, striding to the hostess stand. “Reservation for Hotchner.” He smiles at the woman, clipboard under her arm.

“Good evening, Mr Hotchner. I’ll take you to your table now.” She leads you there, it was a nice table in the corner of the restaurant. He pulls out your chair and sits opposite you, him having a view of the whole restaurant. You having a view of just him.

“Someone will be over to take your drink order soon.” The hostess smiles and you watch her go back to the stand.

As if on cue, a waitress came over asking for your drink order. He ordered a bottle of white wine for the two of you.

“How was work?” You ask, sipping from the chilled glass.

“We got the guy.” He sighs, taking a healthy gulp. “Still, someone else passed before we could.”

You reach out and put a comforting hand onto his forearm, skin on skin. You hadn’t realised he’d shrugged his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves, to busy focused on the menu.

“I’m sorry.” You offer, giving him a sympathetic look.

“No, I’m sorry we had to cancel last time.” He sighed again, twisting his hand and sliding it into yours.

“It’s ok!” You exclaim a bit too quickly, “I did miss you.” You admit, biting your lip sheepishly. He tries to hide the satisfaction spreading across his face and fails miserably.

“That much of an impression, on our second date?” He smirks, staring into your eyes.

“Hey!” You exclaim. “And like fifteen failed dates. Calls on cases and a hell of a lot of texting when you should have been working.” Now you’re the one smirking at him, and he shakes his head about to respond when the waitress comes over to take your order.

Putting in your order she nods and writes it down. Same for Aaron’s. “That will be out for you soon!” She smiles kindly, then wanders off to another table in her section.

“Do you think the people in here think I’m your sugar baby?”

The wine he was sipping gets caught in the back of his throat, causing him to hack it back into his mouth. He glares at you again.

“I’m kidding!” You giggle at is overly serious expression, him dipping his head to hide the blush on his cheeks.

He shakes his head at you, eyes flicking at your shoulder and before you could even turn to see what he was looking at there was a plate of pasta placed in front of you.

“Thank you.” He nods to the waitress.

The conversation was light and airy as you ate through your pasta. It was expensive, you could tell as you forked some into your mouth.

“You know you don’t have to bring me to such fancy restaurants, I’d be fine with olive garden or something.” You say.

“I know, but you deserve fancy.” He smiles at you as you turn red, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“I didn’t know you could flirt.” You fire back, bringing your glass to your lips and sipping, never breaking eye contact.

“Oh, you haven’t even seen the half of it.” You choke on your wine this time. Coughing and spluttering. Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, the room too warm and your hands too clammy. You hadn’t expected him to turn up the flirting, before he’d made the occasional comment to turn you pink but this was something entirely different.

“Haven’t I?” You respond, leaning your chin on your hand, staring at him intensely, unrelenting.

“No.” His voice is softer than usual, the dim lights in the room lighting his face in a perfectly soft light, making him look less angular. “You truely look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” You can’t hide the stupid smile that takes up half of your face. “Do you maybe want to get the check?” You’re wriggling in your seat, excitement bouncing under your skin.

“Sure.” He holds his hand up, signalling to the waitress with his fingers. He notes down a hefty tip, and she stalks off to collect his card. You gulp down the rest of your wine.

He holds his hand out, as he stands above you. Pushing up, you link arms with him out of the restaurant, across the gravel car park and to his sleek black car. “You know I can send you the money for my half of the dinner.” You offer, leaning against the door.

“Don’t even think about it.” He punctuates, you were sure his nose was touching yours. When did he get so close? Your breath hitches, your hands sliding up the lapels of his jacket, fisting them.

“But-.” You attempt to reason, but he silences you by pressing his lips to yours. Your back arches against the car, and your hands snake up to around his neck, pulling him closer.

His tongue nudges at your bottom lip, dipping into your mouth lightly. He tasted of his glass of wine and the hint of the tomato from his pasta. A great pairing.

A loud car horn blaring pulls you apart. Your head rests on his chest as you giggle, glancing back to the car that had beeped at you. He’s laughing too, it vibrates your forehead. “We should probably get in the car, huh?” His voice is like music to your ears.

“Yeah,” You sigh, using his shoulders to push up off of the car. Stumbling forward as your foot catches on a stone, you squeal and his hands dart down to your waist to steady you. One hand staying on your waist, the other reaches behind you and pops open the car door.

“Get in.” He nods, and you duck into the car, him clicking the door shut behind you.

Driving back to your apartment, the beatle’s white album plays through the car quietly. Pulling off your tall back heels you massage your feet.

“They hurt your feet?” He glances down.

“They’re about a size too small, beauty is pain.” Joking you lean back in the seat, your dress riding up slightly, making zero effort to pull it down.

“You don’t need to be in pain to be beautiful.” You were in your every right mind to jump him right there and then, but alas he was driving and you didn’t want to die before you could take him home.

The car slows outside of your apartment, coming to a stop. Neither of you move for a second, until he’s on your side of the car and opening the door for you again. Then, as you go to stand up, he lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaim, banging on his back and he grabs your purse and shoes in his other free hand.

“Someone said their feet hurt.” He laughs, pulling your key fob out of your bag, carrying you into the building and up to your apartment door. You laugh the whole way, the wine getting to your head.

Plopping you down outside your door, you steady yourself on him. “Do you want to come in?” You ask, seeing him take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He replies.

Spinning around in his arms you pull your key out of your clutch. Hands trembling, you slide the key into the door. His lips attach to the curve between your shoulder and neck, nipping at your skin. Sucking in a deep breath and your forehead leans against the door. He snakes a hand down to yours and twists the doorknob, guiding the two of you through the door.

He kicks your door closed behind you, twisting the lock shut. His lips kiss their way up your neck, sucking in on the skin under your jaw, swishing your hair to the side.

“Mmmm.” You hum, leaning into his front, grabbing his hand and leading him through your apartment and into your bedroom.

Pushing him down on your bed, he bounces as your clamber ontop of him. Straddling his thighs and gripping the back of his head and pulling his mouth to yours. Your teeth clink together lightly and your back arches against him, your chest pushing into his.

His hands fiddle with the zip, toying with it between his fingers and trying to find a grip on it. Catching it, he pulls on it, fingers grazing on your spine on the way back up. It makes you shiver.

While his fingers whispered against your spine, your fingers had make quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. Fingers splayed out, your nails dig into his skin. He hisses through his teeth, and pops away from the kiss.

Both of his hands grasp your shoulders, pushing you backwards lightly and sliding his hand in between the fabric of your dress and your skin. It falls down, exposing your chest.

His eyes dart down to take you in. You watch his eyes dart from your chest to your face to your chest.

“What?” You giggle.

He gestures down with his eyes and you look down. The nipple piercings. You make an ‘O’ shape with your mouth, looking back up sheepishly. They were simple, just a bar through your nipple with two balls on the side.

“You like?” You jest, blushing and averting your eyes.

“Mhm.” He groans, cupping one of your boobs into his hand, tongue flicking out and catching on your nipple. Your head dips back as he takes it into his mouth, sucking on lit lightly. You gasp, and press your hips into his, hands grasping into his soft hair.

The bottom half of your dress pools around your hips, exposing the lacy black thong you had on. One hand firmly on your ass, the other at the top of your back, pulling your tit into his mouth.

Your hips roll into his, his bulge pressing hard against you, strained against his slacks. You take a sharp breath and roll your hips again. His teeth graze against your nipple and you moan out.

Moving onto your other nipple, he gives it the same intense, thorough treatment. You could feel yourself leaving a wet mark on him as you ground down on him. He groans out and pulls your nipple into his mouth harder.

His breath his short and breathy, his own hips jumping up to meet yours. His head presses against your chest and he groans out.

“Did you just cum your pants?” You ask, leaving away from him.

“I liked the piercings.”

Nodding at him, you slide your fingers into his. “Sooo,” You rock back on your heels, “I was thinking, we get your favourite Chinese takeout, drink some expensive wine, eat some lovely cake and have an incredibly fun night.” You give him an over exaggerated wink, smiling widely.

He actually smiles this time, sliding his hand to the back of your neck and tilting your head upwards, making it easier to bend down and kiss you. “That sounds great.” He kisses you again and slides a hand down to your hip and gives it a hearty squeeze.

You wriggle out of his grasp and run to the opposite side of the table giggling madly. “Not yet. Now give me your order.” Phone in hand you waggle it towards him.

He lets out a light laugh, shaking his head. Listing off the noodles and sides he wanted and you the same. You pull the cash out ready, and place it on the table.

Your feet slip on the hardwood floor as you make your way across the living room. Opening the top of the record player you unsheathe The Beatles Yellow Album. Pulling down the needle, you hold your hand out dramatically and giving him a bow. “May I have this dance?”

He spins you around the apartment, pulling your arm about your head and making you twirl like a ballerina in a music box. Your laugh echos around the room, as he pulls you into his chest and sways with you. It was the kind of dance that people did at weddings, hands clasped, chests close together. Suddenly, your peaceful moment is halted by your doorbell ringing.

“I’ll grab it.” Aaron says, checking through the peephole to see a delivery guy holding the bag of chinese food.

Grabbing the food and handing the cash over, he gives the delivery guy a nod, and shuts the door, locking it behind himself.

Swapping the bag from one hand to the other, he groans and rushes to put it on the table near the cake. His hand darts up to grab his shoulder. You speed over, taking the bag from his hand and placing it down on the table.

“Let’s rest that shoulder, ok?” You place a hand on it, rubbing light circles around it.

“Alright.” He sighs, letting you take over.

You plate up his and your food, bringing it in and nodding to the couch and carrying them to the living room.

“Do you like the decorations?” You glance up to the colourful steamers and stars.

“I do.” He shoves a mouthful of food into his mouth and looking up at them too. “Jack’s idea?” He asks.

“Yeah, he’s just a bit too small to reach the ceiling. Jess said she’d keep him till tomorrow.” You smirked.

“Did she now?” He shakes his head, “So that means I have you all to myself, all night long.” He can’t hide the smile on his face and leans to put his empty plate on the coffee table.

Pulling you on top on him, straddling him, your hips hovering above his. He grimaces again, gritting his teeth together tightly. “I’m too old for this.” He sighs, leaning back on the couch and dropping his arms to his sides. “I’m too old for you.” He refuses to meet your eyes and the tiredness on his face runs deep through the lines on his face.

“What.” You almost gasp. Your hands reach over to grab his chin and make him look up to you. God, those puppy dog brown eyes made you melt. “Don’t be stupid.” Scoffing, you run your fingers along his jawline.

“I’m 60 today. You’re 35, I’m not exactly a young man.” He says, dejected. “I had to go up a tactical vest size, my hairs going all gray and wirey.” Rubbing a hand along his side burns where the silver melted into the black. “I know what people think when we go out on dates. I see the looks.”

You grip onto his hands at his sides and shake your head. “Who cares what other people think? You’re being too self critical,” A smile creeps onto your face. “You know what I think, that people think?”

He looks at you, the wet puppy look still ever so present. “What? About how I’m paying you to be there.”

“I think they’re jealous of me, that I have an incredibly sexy older man that just gets hotter the grayer he gets.” You press a quick peck on his lips. “And that the more your dad bod comes out, the more I want you to press me into the mattress.” Another peck, then one on the sharp jaw you’d been stroking.

“I’ve never seen you sexier,” You bite your lip as your eyes drink him in hungrily. “And you know what? I’m going to prove it to you.”

Your hands drag down his chest, thighs and a finger drags teasingly down his bulge. Knees hitting the floor, you drag your nails down the material of his slacks and your other hand unbuttons and pulls down the zip, exposing his black boxers.

“You don’t have-.” He starts, holding out a hand to help you up off the floor.

Cutting him off, “Shhh.” You yank the slacks and boxers down together, they pool at his ankles. His cock springs out, half hard already.

Grabbing it by the shaft, you smile up at him as you pump up and down. He sinks deeper into the couch and lets out the quietest groan as his cock grows to full hardness. It’s soft beneath your fingers, the thickness heavy in your hand and each vein visible.

“Mmm.” He hums, head leaning back and an arm gripping on to the edge of the couch.

This spurs you on, using your spare hand to part his deliciously muscular thighs, covered in a layer of little dark hairs. Leaning in, you lick a long stripe up his entire length, the vein on the underside leaving a forever impression on your tongue.

Popping the tip into your mouth, you swirl it around in your mouth like a lollipop, then sucking hard. This causes his hips to buck upwards, shoving the length upwards into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ.” He moans as you start to bob up and down, tip to base. Each time bringing your tongue around the tip, getting more sensitive every time.

His hand shot out to the back of your head, a string of constant praises in between it bashing into the back of your throat and making a whorish noise. Letting him take control and thrust his hips up into your mouth, you look up through your eyelashes and pop your hips backwards. The fabric of your skirt creeping up and resting at your waist . His eyes dart down and see the tiny red thong you had on under your skirt and you feel the grip in your hair tighten.

“You’re far too good to me.” He groans at the sight and you respond by opening your throat and taking him all the way into your throat. Nose hitting his pelvis, you look up at him again as you choke on him, breathing through your nose. You could feel your spit dripping down him, probably leaving a huge wet spot on the couch.

“Mmm fuck.” He moaned, “This is what heaven feels like.”

Pulling up, you pay extra attention to the tip again, it slips to the side of your cheek causing it to bulge out. Your spit starts to drip down your chin and leaving dark patches on your shirt but you didn’t let up.

You could tell he was getting clacked due to the way he was fucking your face, using you for his pleasure. “Swallow?” He asks and you nod with him still in your mouth. “Good.”

His thighs clench under your hands and then you feel the warm release onto your tongue. You pull off of his cock with a pop, opening your mouth to him and holding out your tongue, cum sliding down it. Closing your mouth you swallow it down, then sticking it out again, no cum left.

“Happy birthday.”

He grabs you up from the floor, shoulder be damned and pressed a rough kiss to your lips, licking his tongue into your mouth.

“I’m gunna marry you.” He whispers, forehead to yours.

“That good, huh?” You smirk, proud of yourself for making him forget about his woes.

“I’m about to show you how good, I think I recall you saying how my dad bod makes you want to be pressed into the mattress.” By the time he finished that statement he’d already kicked the bedroom door shut behind him.

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this was so so fun, thank you sm for the request and im so sorry it took soo long for me to do.