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the right one.”
    Danny glared down at him as if he was being a bastard, which Aaron hadn’t actually intended to be at that particular moment in time. Aaron’s lips twitched at the realisation. A real smile came to the fore when Danny marched around to the side of the bed, grabbed one of the cuffs and buckled it around his wrist.
    His movements were surprisingly fluid and practiced. He’d obviously taken the time to get to know his equipment, even if he’d never invited anyone else to come and use it with him. Danny wrapped the other cuff around his left wrist before turning to glare at Aaron, his eyes full of challenge and defiance.
    Aaron stood up. He had the perfect cure for a man like Danny—for a boy who thought he was the best thing that had ever hit the kinky scene, and who might be tempted to act like a brat.
    He stepped forward until they stood toe to toe, Danny naked and Aaron fully clothed. The boy wasn’t much shorter than him, and he was probably strong enough to give as good as he got. That was as irrelevant as what each of them did or did not wear.
    Without giving Danny the slightest warning, Aaron made his move.
     
    One moment the only thing on Danny’s mind was showing Aaron that “virgin” and “submissive” weren’t interchangeable terms. Perhaps his best friend had ruined any possibility of him pretending he wasn’t the former, but he was still willing to be damned if he let that mean he had no choice but to be the latter. But, the next thing he knew, perfection caressed his lips, demanded access to his mouth and took complete possession of him.
    His nerve endings sent sensations rushing toward his brain like a whole series of runaway trains. There were far too many of them. A crash was inevitable. Any attempt at pretending he knew what he was doing or that he was capable of playing in the same league as Aaron exploded, taking Danny’s sanity with it.
    Aaron moved his hand against the back of Danny’s head, threading his fingers through Danny’s hair and taking up a tight grip on the longest strands. Danny let out a pleasure-filled gasp as Aaron tugged on his hair, forcing him to tip back his head.
    At the same time, Aaron’s mouth moved against Danny’s lips. His tongue danced and twisted in ways that couldn’t be possible in a mere mortal. Only a god could kiss like this, a kinky leather-clad god who’d been sent to earth specifically to screw Danny senseless.
    As a way to compensate him for making him stay closeted and scared to come out for so many years, it was up there with winning the lottery; equal even to receiving a cape, underwear to put on over his trousers, and the ability to save the world.
    Danny wouldn’t have traded that kiss for anything .
    Aaron scraped his teeth across Danny’s top lip before delivering a fleeting caress with his tongue. Danny squirmed within Aaron’s hold on him, desperate for more but unsure how to get it. Aaron touched his teeth against the sensitive skin inside Danny’s lower lip. Aaron bit.
    Danny tried to pull back, more shocked than hurt. But, no—Aaron allowed no retreat. His teeth held on to Danny’s lip, his hand remained on the back of Danny’s head. That was a positive thing, Danny slowly realised, as the kiss changed again.
    If Aaron hadn’t checked his retreat, Danny now saw that he’d have cheated himself out of the pleasure of having any temporary discomfort kissed away. Suddenly, there wasn’t a single bit of Danny’s body that he’d try to stop Aaron from biting, just for the joy of having it kissed afterward.
    Until that moment, ninety percent of Danny’s body had been frozen in place. Now, he remembered that Aaron wasn’t the only man in the room with arms. He reached out and slid his hands against Aaron’s arse, palming the round, full muscles through his trousers.
    Aaron had an amazing arse. Danny had thoroughly enjoyed checking him out when he first spotted him in the club, but admiring his backside through his