Aaron wouldn't be able to tell true emotion from fantasy, as he'd never really let himself fall for anyone truly, but right now he didn't care about that. He just wanted Eliot.

He delighted in the obvious skill and let him move as he wished and follow the pace he wanted to follow. He groaned and nearly forgot to keep his voice down.

But when he very nearly came, he grabbed Eliot by the arm and pulled him up for a fierce kiss, his hands immediately going to the King's delicate shirt to practically rip it from his body. "I want you," he managed to practically growl as he touched his naked skin. Gods, it felt good to finally touch him.