ooc: cannot BELIEVE This didn't post last night! ARGH!
Aiden hushed Wren easily, gently, and the boy's guilty babbling silenced. He felt safe in those arms in a way he hadn't done since losing their hold and being back, against that chest that still smelled familiar made it settle something in him that had been in turmoil since then. As large as Aiden was, as big as his muscles was, as intimidating as his height could be, Wren had never seen anything but the sweetness under it all, even now with hands scarred from events that Wren couldn't begin to guess at; he'd always seen Aiden as the sweet and careful guy he was on the inside.
He felt the kisses pressed into his hair and it made something in his tummy do a slow lazy roll over, memories of something else stirring up under his relief. Aiden kept him a while longer though, the mention of this place having him nodding and mussing his hair where it was rubbed against Aiden's chest. "I looked for you." he explained again, he'd remembered well.
Aiden's touches created static in an already unfocused mind and his breath hitched as they ran over his hips. His fingers curled into the cloth over Aiden's sides and when his friend tilted his chin up he didn't understand the meaning of the question he was asked, his eyes fogged in training that was years old and still unbroken. He moved one hand down towards the place between Aiden's legs, gone from honest to some seductive lie in less than a minute. "Want me?" he asked, and it wasn't a question Aiden hadn't heard from Wren before, not by a long shot. "I can get on my knees for you." It was a jarring slap in the face in the midst of what should have been a heartaching but happy reunion, but Wren couldn't refuse his conditioning or his triggers to suit himself, even if he might have wanted to.