Falling | Mxm (Completed) Extra 2!

“This is ridiculous.” Aiden mumbled grumpily as he walked out of the building of the doctor’s office. Edwin was trailing behind him, finding it hard to keep up with his fast pace. By now, the younger knew to be absolutely silent until his husband had calmed down a bit.

Aiden unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for Edwin, something he never failed to do even if he was seeing red, just like he was at that moment, before getting in the car as well and slamming the life out of the poor vehicle’s door. Edwin was trying really hard not to burst out laughing at any given second because come on, there was no need for such anger over something like that!

You see, Aiden had been feeling weird lately, sometimes in pain, sometimes having tiny issues here and there, so they visited the doctor. The older had blamed it all on stress, but Edwin had insisted they see a professional. Turned out, Aiden had chronic prostatitis. Nothing serious yet, but the doctor said they should take care of it before it starts being an issue.

Aiden had been cool, It’s not like I haven’t been on pills before, he had said, but he had been this close to flipping the doctor’s table when the middle-aged man said he should get his prostate massaged 2-3 times a week for a month in addition to antibiotics. So, ever since then, his drama king husband had been frowning the atmosphere’s colors away for 100 kilometers radiation!

They got out of the car, and again, Edwin remained silent while walking inside. He quickly got changed and closed the gap to Aiden who had just taken his shirt off, wrapping his arms around his neck from behind and leaning his chin on the muscular shoulder.

“It’s not gonna hurt, baby. I will do it myself so you have nothing to be worried about.” Edwin whispered gently, placing chaste kisses over the man’s pale skin in his reach.

“I’m not doing shit, period.” Aiden snapped in his deeper tone of voice, stepping away from him and throwing a comfortable shirt on.

“Aiden.” He called, getting serious about the matter because it was nothing one could be stubborn toward.

However, his actively obstinate husband refused to even acknowledge him as he simply left for the bathroom. Sighing, he followed and copied the other at turning on the tap and washing his hands. Once done, he looked at Aiden in the mirror and his frustration washed away that instant. It was always hard for him to see his man distressed, and now he was practically oozing it.

Not bothering to dry his hands, Edwin turned to the side and cupped the older’s face with both palms. Aiden looked up from the floor at him, eyes unfocused and upset, and he just had to get rid of it. He had to make the love of his life felt okay again, just like this morning before the news happened.

Edwin leaned in, kissing the soft, full lips passionately the way he knew would wash away all anxiety from Aiden instantly. And just as expected, strong arms wrapped around his waist, melting into the kiss and pulling him closer. The kiss was slow, oh so slow, and all they could hear was their soft breaths and the sound of their fingers brushing over each other. It was several minutes later that Edwin pulled slightly back, stopping their therapeutic kisses.

“We can’t be airheaded with this, baby.” He whispered, thumbs circling soothingly at the older’s nape.

Aiden shook his head. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to. It’s treatment.” He said softly, looking deep into those beautiful eyes. When his lover didn’t respond to that, he knew he had to change tactics. “Hey!” He called, “You’re not planning on stopping fucking me all the time anytime soon, are you?” He teased, pouting his lips a bit.

Aiden looked betrayed, hilariously so, with his mouth hanging open and eyes narrowed. Edwin felt his mischief tingling under his skin as he smiled innocently, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the older’s cheek, down to his neck and his collarbone before he knelt in front of him.

Brushing his lips and nose against Aiden’s soft dick, he looked up into the eyes that, as usual, were already on him.

“If you don’t agree to do the massage and it gets worse, I won’t have this delicious thing available for me to use much anymore.” He paused, mouthing at the outline of the slowly hardening length. “And that would make me the saddest person in the entire universe!”

Aiden was still judging him hard through his narrowed gaze, reading his hand just like that. He ran his fingers through Edwin’s hair smoothly before tugging at it hard, making him lean back from his crotch and look up.

“Fine.” He said with much distaste. “Wait for me outside. I’ll— I’ll just get cleaned up, I guess.”

Edwin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Babe! You don’t have to do anything right at this moment! You’re not in a mentally good condition right now to put yourself through something you hate so much! Eventually, yes, but not today today! I was just teasing!” He stood up hastily while talking, hands intertwining with the other’s.

Aiden shook his head. “It has to be now. I know I won’t ever start it if it’s not right now.” He bit on his lower lip with a deep frown. “Let’s just— get it over with.”

Edwin didn’t want to leave him there, not while he was in such a state, but he also had no choice. Nodding, he pecked his man’s lips, squeezing both of those big, safe hands before leaving the bathroom.

Walking into their bedroom, he decided to make it as pleasant and relaxing as it could get for his husband in there. He did a quick job at lighting a couple of the wooden scented candles, playing the piano playlist he knew Aiden listened to whenever he was extremely stressed out, and put on the black silk sheets that, again, were his man’s favorites. He also closed their round bed curtain, making the pretty shadows come to life. It would also help Aiden in feeling safe and protected from the rest of the world. Damn, he really did know him all too well after the many years of them being together! Smiling, he soothed his hands over the sheets to make them as wrinkleless as possible. He was only taking the lube out of the nightstand when he heard footsteps walking into the room.

Grabbing the wet tissue bottle and pulling two out, he threw it on the bed, wiping his hands perfectly clean as he watched his stark naked husband getting closer to their bed.

“Was it scary?” He asked, hoping doing the enema hadn’t traumatized the older already.

“Not really. I didn’t like the in and out slide, but it was mainly fine.” Aiden replied, walking through the silk curtain and crawling on the bed. Edwin nodded with a smile, watching as his gorgeous muscular man lay on his back, head resting on the pillow, and his pale skin tone so beautiful in contrast with the pitch black sheets.

“That thing had me some getting used to as well in the beginning.” He got on the bed and sat next to the other on his knees. “It would be better on all-fours.”

Aiden threw one arm over his eyes, hiding himself as he bent his legs and spread them wide enough. “Just— get to it.”

Humming, Edwin’s heart ached to see him having to do something he didn’t like. And to him, of all people. He had endured so much. Couldn’t this happen to anyone else but his man?

Snapping out of it, he moved between the muscular thighs, not to waste any time. Leaning down, he started placing kisses over his pecs and shoulders. And when he licked over his nipple, the older’s hand in his hair pulled him away. He looked up to find Aiden’s arm lifted from his face, looking at him.

“Just do what needs to be done.”

“But it will feel better if you’re turned on.”

“I’m not in the mood.” The other deadpanned, letting go of his hair and thumping his arm over his face again. “Later I will make it up to you for all my grumpiness. For now, let’s just get this over with.” The deep husky voice said, warming his heart because of how considerate this angel was.

“Don’t feel bad about your grumpiness, baby. It’s completely understandable.” He pulled himself up and placed a quick kiss on the red lips that responded to him just as fast.

Edwin moved further down until he was propping up on his elbow with his head over the older’s groin area.

“I’m gonna start the massage from the outside.” He announced first, pouring a tiny bit of lube on his thumb and starting to slowly push upward over the perineum. He started gentle, very gentle, before he applied more pressure. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling to Aiden, as he had done it on his lover a few times while giving him a blowjob.

Edwin continued this, and there wasn’t a single sound coming from his man. After a few minutes, he reached for the lube again and poured a generous amount onto his middle finger, smearing it over its entire length.

“Alright, honey. I’m going in.” He announced again, and after receiving a lazy hum, he circled the pad of his finger around Aiden’s rim. He watched the older closely as he carefully, and at the speed of a snail, pushed his finger inside. Aiden clenched his jaw tightly, obviously biting on either his tongue or the inside of his cheeks hard. He pushed just a little bit further before he felt the discomfort grow tenfold on his lover’s expression while remaining absolutely silent.

“Do you want me to stop?” He was ready to. He didn’t have the heart to do this to his Den.

“No.” Aiden’s voice was so dark and already exhausted uttering the single word.

“Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He said, almost in a whisper as he kissed Aiden on the stomach and started to push the rest of his finger inside, looking for the troublesome prostate. It was when he was halfway in that he found it, swollen a bit more than it should be.

He paused for a moment, letting the older catch his held breath before he gently started to circle over it. Aiden’s lips parted slightly, but nothing other than that.

Feeling better now that there was not as much pain visible on the handsome face, he got braver and started to push into the prostate as well. He only did it a few times before his lover cracked.

“Wait,” Aiden breathed out shakily, looking at him with troubled eyes. “This— feels fucking strange.”

“Of course it does, Denny. It’s strange at first for everyone.”

“You felt strange the first time, too?” Aiden asked, perhaps just now realizing they had never talked about Edwin’s first time in all these years.

He nodded, finding it hilarious they were having this conversation with him being two knuckles deep inside Aiden, and so he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips.

The older smiled a little in return, his features relaxing. “The sound of your laughter is just about the best sedative for me.” Then he went back to hiding most of his face with his giant arm. “Go on now.”

To say Edwin had a hard time continuing this whereas he could be getting fucked hard after all these sweet things he was being told, — things he would never get used to or get tired of no matter how many times he had heard already — was an understatement.

Nevertheless, he resumed the massage, being creative with the movement of his finger to see if he could make his man feel at least a tiny bit of pleasure. And to his delight, after a particularly teasing push, Aiden’s lips parted in a soft sigh.

Edwin smiled to himself, kissing the inner thigh of his husband a couple of times as he continued moving his finger inside.

Aiden was confused as hell. The slide had been awful when Edwin pushed his slim, bony finger inside him, and if he wasn’t seriously concerned about having trouble in sex with his kitten later on, he would end this ridiculousness then and there. But, as minutes passed by and Edwin ever so carefully handled him, brushing his fingertip over his prostate at first and then starting to be bold when the clock ticked by, he felt his body getting warm a little.

It didn’t feel good per se, it just didn’t feel as horrible anymore. Tolerable was what it was. Tolerable, because he would never want to see the devastated look on Edwin’s face the second the doctor told them about this condition before reassuring them it was nothing serious yet.

He was keeping his mind off of what was actually happening the best he could, thinking about the sketches he had drawn the night before, adding details to the outfits in his head. It was kind of helping. He was almost entirely in his own mind when, fuck knows what Edwin did to him, pulled a short, sudden shocked moan out of him. He immediately collected himself, forcing his arm to remain where it was over his face and even pushing it onto his eyes harder. He knew he didn’t have it in him to look and be okay with the view. The view that indicated he had just moaned from something inside him. He didn’t want to feel that way, but the words of that fucker who touched him when he was but a child echoed in his head.

‘See? Your body is so hot right now. It likes being touched. I bet you’re a little manwhore who likes it in the ass even at this young age! You’re so pretty and you will have so many people using you, starting with me. Just wait until I get you alone in a room next time I visit.’

And that had been the last time he had stayed around when that bastard went to his grandparents’ house because he was so scared of finding out he was really a whore, something that felt so wrong to hear when he was so young.

Aiden was having a rough time, those words rushing at him again, bringing tears to his eyes but Edwin was doing something to him with his beautiful finger and those lips that kept on kissing his inner thigh, that he was able to keep himself from shattering into pieces all over again because of something that happened three decades ago.

However, his once psychiatrist husband must’ve figured out he was feeling perturbed as the finger stopped all movements and despite staying inside, Edwin himself hovered over him.

“Denny?” The soft voice called him, sounding right in front of his face and laced with worry.

He hummed, not trusting his voice at the moment at all.

“What is it, baby? Talk to me.” His lover pecked the corner of his lips, calming him down by the momentary touch a little.

Aiden swallowed, biting hard on his bottom lip to prevent it from wobbling. Clearing his throat loudly first, he dared to talk. “There are memories—… of- of that bastard that just— came back to me now.” He swallowed again. “I didn’t search for them, I promise. They just did. I’m sorry.”

The finger left him carefully, and it took a second or two of the other shuffling around, perhaps to rub the lube off his hand, before his arm was lifted from his eyes gently. He didn’t fight it. He was actually longing for Edwin to save him once again.

The beautiful eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at him.

“Why are you apologizing for something that has never been your fault?” The soft voice asked, raking a hand through his hair, calming him that way too. “You told me he never actually raped you.”

“He didn’t.” He said quickly, not wanting to get his baby more worried than he already was. “He just had a way with words that made me feel really dirty and disgusting.”

Edwin was silent for perhaps a minute or two, just combing his hair, kissing his temples, and looking at him in thought.

“If we don’t do this, you probably will have to be on antibiotics for longer. They will make your body weak a bit, but we will take care of it once you’re treated. I’m not sure though, we will have to talk to the doctor again this week, but anything is better than making you go through such a traumatizing ordeal again. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you when you said you don’t like it in the first place. I’m so so sorry, Aiden.”

It broke his heart when Edwin apologized. He had only been worried about him and yet that fucking dead, rotting piece of shit had made his beautiful hero think he had done something wrong when all he ever did was being his reason to live happily.

Forcing his brain to work, he came up with an idea. Flipping their position, he got on top, but further up than he usually was.

“Let’s try it like this.”

“No, baby, I don’t wanna hurt-“

“I’ve had enough of pills.” Aiden cut the other off. “Besides, I don’t want to remain his little whore until the day I die. Help me get over this like you’ve helped me with everything else. Please.” He was practically begging, myriad emotions rushing to him at the same time.

Edwin didn’t argue further and reached for the bottle of lube, pouring some on his previously cleaned finger. “We don’t have to finish today. We can do this one step at a time, so don’t push yourself past your limits, okay?”

He nodded, licking over his lips and blinking rapidly once the finger eased inside him again.

He was keeping himself up on his hands and knees, caging the younger between them under him. His hips moved further down the more Edwin moved inside. The younger brushed over his prostate again before starting to push into it and it was then that their lengths rubbed against each other once Aiden’s hips were all the way down unconsciously, muscle memory demanding for him to thrust. However, he couldn’t risk moving and having the finger slide through him because he was not a fan of the feeling, he had gathered. So, he kept himself up on an elbow and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around both of their erections, starting to stoke. Edwin moaned immediately, his eyes closing in that beautiful, slow way before they focused on him again. He could admit it did feel better to be on top like this and get stimulation where he knew he liked. Edwin’s finger inside didn’t feel just tolerable anymore either, bordering on the pleasurable side of a touch even.

They were both fully hard now. Edwin was breathing heavily, eyes filled with lust but also wary of each twitch on Aiden’s face.

He licked over his lips again, growing impatient, the pleasure building up and his insides feeling weird as well. He had never felt this before, so he had no idea how he was supposed to feel or know that he was close to releasing the liquid that needed to be out one bit at a time for him to get treated. He just knew that from a point on, he wanted to moan and he didn’t stop himself from doing so. Edwin’s sight under him, so beautiful, perfect, and loving had his mind far away from any ugly memories now. He focused on him as he kept on stroking with more speed now. Both their moans and heavy pants escaping the safe space of their bed curtains and echoing in their bedroom.

“Eddie, I think I’m close?” He groaned, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by whatever it was he was feeling. He had been touched in many ways before, but this was entirely new to him and so damn intense.

“I got you, baby. Don’t fight it. I got you.” Edwin said, voice shaky as the finger inside him started applying even more pressure, sending his mind into overdrive with how extreme this sensation was.

Aiden groaned again. He couldn’t help it. He was usually quieter than this, but now, he just couldn’t help the sounds that were leaving him. As he felt the pleasure building up more and more, he threw his head down so close to Edwin’s face but not quite in touch, panting his soul out rapidly.

He couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. So he tightened his hand around both of them and started to pump faster toward their orgasm. The sound of Edwin’s loud moans mixed with his own low groans, the tingling of the sweat drops running down his temples, his back and his arms, and the sinful sight of Edwin’s plump lips parted so wide for him and those eyes half-lidded just like the times he’d make love to him in all the ways possible, made him all the closer to the edge. He came when Edwin surprised him with a circular push into his prostate one last time, releasing so much and for longer than usual all over the younger’s abdomen and chest.

“Fuck!” He heaved, hissing at the feeling of the finger moving out of him, finding the slide very unpleasant.

He took a couple of seconds to collect himself before he moved down and was about to take Edwin in his mouth when the younger stopped him by hands on his shoulders.

“No need.” His husband panted, his pretty black hair sticking to his forehead.

“You didn’t cum yet.” He said, squeezing the lean thighs in both palms.

“I came, baby. I came.” Edwin panted again, looking so fucked out even though it had only been a handjob. But of course, the brat he was, he had to make it hard for him all the time, no matter what.

Edwin ran his index finger through all the mixed mess on his abdomen and brought it to his lips. “Mhm, tastes like victory.”

Aiden smiled, chuckled, and went up to press his one and only into the bed in a tight as fuck hug. Edwin laughed wholeheartedly when he started to nip at a spot he knew the younger was ticklish at and his soul was completely back to life once more.

It was a little while after they had settled in the bed, wet tissues that had cleaned up their cum in the bin and lube back in the nightstand drawer that Edwin worded his concerns.

“Was it better once you got on top? Did he come to your mind again?”

Aiden nuzzled his face deeper into Edwin’s crook of neck, wrapping his limbs around him some more and loving being embraced into the slim chest like that.

“It was better, and he was there at the back of my head, but after a while, even that disappeared.” He replied honestly.

“So? How was it? You were moaning more than usual, but I still can’t help but worry. Do you think you can do it again?” The younger kept on caressing his naked back and hair as he talked.

“Mhm. It felt strange, um, good strange? But I didn’t like the slide in or out at all. I don’t know, baby, it was fucking insane.” He groaned into Edwin’s chest, not having the energy to process what exactly he had experienced.

“Okay okay. We can talk about it more once we’ve done it again later. Should we sleep for a bit now? Or do you have to leave soon?”

Aiden came out of his safe hiding place and looked up into those big eyes. He loved Edwin. He loved him so much.

“I have a meeting in the evening. We can sleep for a couple hours.”

The younger nodded and guided his face back into his chest.

“I’m so proud of you, Aiden.”

Those words. Those words got to him every single time. Tears pooled in his eyes almost immediately.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “It’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” Edwin said, not touching the topic of him being the reason Aiden was still alive, sane, and clean today.

“I love you, too.”