"True." He backed up. "How did you hear about Full Moon Dating?"
"I'm on a shifters forum, and people were talking about it. I don't have the best luck with relationships, so I thought, how about something new?"
Relationships. How adorable was that? Wolves mated. That was why you didn't have any luck with someone who wasn't right for you if you were one of them. It was all chemical.
"I like it. I found it through a friend. I don't get much choice up my way."
"I bet." Aiden chewed the coffee off his bottom lip, and Ben wanted to do that for him, bite a little. Chew a little.
Maybe a lot. "I'm glad they sent you."
"Me too. You smell so good..." Aiden leaned in, nostrils flaring.
"Do I?" He carefully sat his coffee aside, then Aiden's. Then he yanked the man up over his lap to take the kiss he needed.
Aiden's groan was sharp, less surprised than needy, to be honest. The man wrapped around him, loving on him, and he took the kiss deeper, sealing their mouths together.
He kept his eyes open, staring as he watched every second, every expression on Aiden's face. The man was focused, tongue pushing against his, fighting with him. All he could do was push back, and that gave him the idea to press Aiden down on the couch, reversing their positions.
Aiden gave a sweet little squeak, holding him tight as he learned how that sweet body felt underneath him. Oh, yummy. He circled his hips, letting Aiden feel him. They were both into it -- hard and needing, bellies rubbing together.
He reached between them, frustrated as hell with the cloth keeping them apart. Ben needed to feel skin. Aiden's sweater came off easily, showing a sweet little belly, coppery curls just peeking from the low-slung jeans. He traced them to the button, popping those jeans open.
Short and thick, Aiden's prick fit right his hand, like a flame on his palm. Perfect. He rubbed up and down, the open zipper scratching him some.
"I... Oh." He got a wide-eyed look, a shocked gaze that was glazed with need.
"Uh-huh. You’ve been alone too long, honey." Pushing those jeans down some more, he rocked his hand back and forth.
Aiden's shoulders left the sofa cushions, eyes rolling back in an expression of pure fucking bliss. The man was starved for touch, for sensation, as the food proved. Sweet. Sensation, Ben could provide. He loved to touch, loved to mark beautiful skin.
What amazing fun they were going to have, the two of them.
He pulled back, and Aiden followed his hand when he let go. "Just let me get naked, honey."
"You've got amazing hands." Aiden helped him with his shirt, the touch feather-light.
"You think so? I'm glad you like them." He was, as he intended to use his hands on Aiden in a hundred different ways, and that was just tonight.
"I do." Aiden's fingertips brushed over his nipples, his ribs.
Ben stretched a little, showing off. He was long and lean, but he knew he looked good. He worked hard.
Aiden's lips joined his fingers, every touch too gentle, too careful, like Aiden was afraid to make him feel.
"You can bite a little, honey. I won't growl." Much.