lips together again.
Adam kissed him, gentle, delicate, sensitive. He let the kiss go deeper, sinking into it. Adam breathed with him, slow and steady, fingers trailing over his shoulders, down his arms. He began to move against his lover, their cocks sliding together. Adam hummed for him, fingers drawing circles around the small of his back.
He got a hand between them, jacking them together as they rocked, bodies sliding and bumping. Adam’s hand joined his, sliding on his prick, working the tip of his cock. He was going to have to tie the man down and spend the rest of the night blowing Adam’s mind. Once he’d come, as he was so very close.
“So good. So fine.” Adam’s words brushed his ear, a low whisper.
“You are.” Adam was. Extremely so.
“Come for me, Matt. Please.”
“You first.”
Adam’s laughter made him grin. He meant it, though; he wasn’t losing entire control of this encounter. His hand sped, his hand moving both of theirs.
“Come on, lovely. Come for me.”
“Lovely. How dear.”
He squeezed his hand hard. “Come. Now.”
Adam’s eyes flew open, shock in them as heat sprayed from the long prick.
“Yes!” He jerked a few times, his own orgasm hitting him hard.
Adam shivered, moaning softly, just for him. He curled up with Adam, holding on. Adam’s arms wrapped around him, held him tight.
It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now.
Chapter Four
Adam finished his scene with Kevin, proving to Kev’s sweet little twink lover that no one died from a caning, kissing the wiry top on the cheek after he dressed. “I hope I helped out.” These were the absolute best kinds of scenes. Honestly. He felt helpful, needed, necessary.
Well, right now he just felt sore and in desperate need of a glass of juice and two hours in the hot tub with some sappy romance on the television, but still.
Kev smiled at his lover, heat in his eyes, and nodded. He was still smiling when he turned back to Adam. “I believe you were very helpful, Adam. You always are.” Kev patted his cheek. “I’m going to put you in a cab.” The man already had his cell phone out when Adam’s vibrated in his pocket.
He nodded to Kev, then answered. “Hello?” Please don’t be another gig. He was taking a couple of days off.
“Adam, hello.” It was Matt, voice warm, intimate.
“Matt.” He smiled and grabbed his shoes. “How are you this evening?”
They hadn’t seen each other much. It was just a bit weird -- knowing that it hurt the man when he was with other Tops.
“I’m good. Are you busy tonight?”
“No. I just got finished working. I was intending to bubble in my hot tub and drink a gallon of orange juice, as soon as the cab gets here.”
“Oh, that sounds like a fun activity to share with someone special.”
Adam chuckled softly. “It does. I will warn you, I was just pretty thoroughly caned. There are marks, if that bothers you.”
“It does, but I want to see you anyway. You need aftercare. Can I come get you?”
“You don’t have to, Matt. I hate making you uncomfortable...” He should be incredibly wealthy; then he wouldn’t have to work and could just pursue what was there between him and Matt.
“I’m fine, Adam. I want to see you more than someone else’s marks on you will bother me. Now, can I pick you up, or can I meet you at your place? We can come back to mine if you’d prefer.”
“The taxi is here. I’ll text you my address. I need my hot tub.” And his home, small and quiet as it was.
“Okay. See you soon, Adam.”
“Goodbye, Matt.”
He slipped into the cab, eyelids heavy as they headed home. His body was beginning to hurt now, the burn uncomfortable, sore. Matt was there when the cab pulled up, leaning against his car, a sports bag on the hood. Adam eased himself out, offered the cabbie a tip, then headed over to Matt.
Matt slid a hand around his arm and tugged him close, kissing him softly. “You’re looking a little pinched.”
“Been a hard
Adam kissed him, gentle, delicate, sensitive. He let the kiss go deeper, sinking into it. Adam breathed with him, slow and steady, fingers trailing over his shoulders, down his arms. He began to move against his lover, their cocks sliding together. Adam hummed for him, fingers drawing circles around the small of his back.
He got a hand between them, jacking them together as they rocked, bodies sliding and bumping. Adam’s hand joined his, sliding on his prick, working the tip of his cock. He was going to have to tie the man down and spend the rest of the night blowing Adam’s mind. Once he’d come, as he was so very close.
“So good. So fine.” Adam’s words brushed his ear, a low whisper.
“You are.” Adam was. Extremely so.
“Come for me, Matt. Please.”
“You first.”
Adam’s laughter made him grin. He meant it, though; he wasn’t losing entire control of this encounter. His hand sped, his hand moving both of theirs.
“Come on, lovely. Come for me.”
“Lovely. How dear.”
He squeezed his hand hard. “Come. Now.”
Adam’s eyes flew open, shock in them as heat sprayed from the long prick.
“Yes!” He jerked a few times, his own orgasm hitting him hard.
Adam shivered, moaning softly, just for him. He curled up with Adam, holding on. Adam’s arms wrapped around him, held him tight.
It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now.
Chapter Four
Adam finished his scene with Kevin, proving to Kev’s sweet little twink lover that no one died from a caning, kissing the wiry top on the cheek after he dressed. “I hope I helped out.” These were the absolute best kinds of scenes. Honestly. He felt helpful, needed, necessary.
Well, right now he just felt sore and in desperate need of a glass of juice and two hours in the hot tub with some sappy romance on the television, but still.
Kev smiled at his lover, heat in his eyes, and nodded. He was still smiling when he turned back to Adam. “I believe you were very helpful, Adam. You always are.” Kev patted his cheek. “I’m going to put you in a cab.” The man already had his cell phone out when Adam’s vibrated in his pocket.
He nodded to Kev, then answered. “Hello?” Please don’t be another gig. He was taking a couple of days off.
“Adam, hello.” It was Matt, voice warm, intimate.
“Matt.” He smiled and grabbed his shoes. “How are you this evening?”
They hadn’t seen each other much. It was just a bit weird -- knowing that it hurt the man when he was with other Tops.
“I’m good. Are you busy tonight?”
“No. I just got finished working. I was intending to bubble in my hot tub and drink a gallon of orange juice, as soon as the cab gets here.”
“Oh, that sounds like a fun activity to share with someone special.”
Adam chuckled softly. “It does. I will warn you, I was just pretty thoroughly caned. There are marks, if that bothers you.”
“It does, but I want to see you anyway. You need aftercare. Can I come get you?”
“You don’t have to, Matt. I hate making you uncomfortable...” He should be incredibly wealthy; then he wouldn’t have to work and could just pursue what was there between him and Matt.
“I’m fine, Adam. I want to see you more than someone else’s marks on you will bother me. Now, can I pick you up, or can I meet you at your place? We can come back to mine if you’d prefer.”
“The taxi is here. I’ll text you my address. I need my hot tub.” And his home, small and quiet as it was.
“Okay. See you soon, Adam.”
“Goodbye, Matt.”
He slipped into the cab, eyelids heavy as they headed home. His body was beginning to hurt now, the burn uncomfortable, sore. Matt was there when the cab pulled up, leaning against his car, a sports bag on the hood. Adam eased himself out, offered the cabbie a tip, then headed over to Matt.
Matt slid a hand around his arm and tugged him close, kissing him softly. “You’re looking a little pinched.”
“Been a hard
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