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feet and said he smelled amazing…” Aiden’s eyes went wide as Lane’s hand closed over his mouth.
    “I vomited in my own mouth,” Lane whispered. “I’m good,” he insisted and Aiden’s lips pulled into a smile.
    “I’m very relieved. I would have been very uncomfortable but I would have found a way to survive until they were all in college,” Aiden said and Lane’s face softened above him.
    “You don’t know how much it means to me to know that you were willing to entertain the idea of four or five kids to make me happy. But it’s very unnecessary,” he insisted. “I love our life. You know how grumpy I get when I have to wait for you to turn off your phone so I can take off my pants and do dirty things with you,” Lane said and Aiden nodded. “As soon as those little monsters stop filling their diapers with Golgotha, they’re running around all over the place and you can’t be naked again until they move out,” Lane explained and Aiden winced then shook his head. Lane laughed softly. “Exactly. I’d rather be the fun uncle for much less than twenty-four hours,” he added and Aiden felt a giggle bubbling within him.
    “I thought you were enjoying all of this,” he teased and Lane snorted.
    “You were up here hiding while I was gagging and silently weeping. I’m going to have a talk with Kat about what she’s feeding Henry. Nothing should smell that bad,” Lane said and Aiden decided he was tired of talking about babies and children. He rolled and pinned Lane.
    “He’s sleeping and I think we’re both feeling grateful,” Aiden murmured as his lips teased Lane’s.
    A hoarse chuckle drifted from Lane as Aiden pushed his shirt up his chest. Lane pulled it over his head and flung it toward the closet as Aiden dove for his stomach. He licked the ridges and grooves greedily as his hands slid below the waistband of Lane’s sweatpants. Lane lifted his hips and Aiden nodded faintly as he tugged Lane’s pants down his legs. As soon as they were free, Aiden slid down and settled his shoulders between Lane’s thighs. Aiden sighed happily as his lips caressed the inside of Lane’s knee and slowly swept higher. He inhaled and was intoxicated.
    If he could go back and say anything to the man he was before Lane, it would be that he knew nothing about sex. He’d never really had sex. Whatever it was that he did before Lane, it was basic and joyless. Nothing more than a mechanical act to suppress an itch. With Lane, sex was vibrant and possibly spiritual. There were two bodies but Aiden rarely gave any thought to his own.
    It was magic. Aiden’s hands closed around Lane’s thighs and he marveled at the feel of coarse hair and hard, flickering flesh. Knowing every inch of Lane’s body as well as his own was the greatest source of pleasure Aiden had ever experienced. He knew how to make Lane moan, shiver, shake and jump. He imagined that if he shut his eyes, he would know any part of Lane’s body by taste and texture. There wasn’t a part of Lane that Aiden hadn’t thoroughly explored and adored. Every inch of Lane was sacred.
    His tongue traced the inside of Lane’s thigh then slid down his hip bone, along his adonis belt. Aiden pushed his nose into the soft hair at the base of Lane’s cock and breathed in his soapy, softly musky scent. There wasn’t anything more arousing than the smell of Lane at the end of the day. Aiden gasped in delight as he buried his nose in Lane’s sack and his hand wrapped around Lane’s throbbing erection. It was so hot and solid in Aiden’s hand as he nuzzled the delicate skin of Lane’s balls. Lane groaned and his fingers slid into Aiden’s hair as his hips bucked gently off the bed. Aiden knew what Lane wanted. After five years, he could almost feel everything Lane felt. His own cock was heavy and aching. Aiden ignored it as he lapped beneath Lane’s sack before he placed sucking, open mouthed kisses on the tender skin beneath. He laved as he pulled