Since that day, a new gate seemed to have been opened for both of them. Moshe was addicted, he couldn't get enough of playing with his pet. It was like he was relieving his firsts all over again again. Aiden was enthralling, captivating, divine… A piece of artwork Moshe would like to worship every single day.
He held no fear nor hesitation that Aiden wouldn't accept what he had given him. Somehow, deep inside him Moshe knew that Aiden could take them all, that his pet was also feeling the thrill and pleasure like he did — no, even more than that. It was like every piece of him was carved just to cater to Moshe's wishes.
He was more than perfect.
Moshe thought that the novelty would slowly wear off if he messed with Aiden again and again. And oh how wrong he was. The boredom Moshe had been anticipating didn't come. Instead, every sound Aiden made, every twitch of his brows, every shift of his body, Moshe found himself cataloguing every single one of them and still wanting more.
