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Noah took a step back, then stopped when Adriano held up a hand in surrender.
‘No.’ Adriano raked fingers through his hair. ‘Youhavemade me come. A lot. Just…notwithyou.’
Noah’s eyes went wide when he realized what Adriano was saying.
‘It wasn’t on purpose. I just enjoyed making you feel good. Of course I want to come with you.’
Noah took a fortifying breath, then squared his shoulders. Courage, bravery, boldness—it looked so fucking good on him, and Adriano was already starting to swell in his jeans. ‘Come with me after. I’ll do it for the video, and after…you and me.’
Adriano nodded so hard his neck ached, but he crossed the distance and put his hands on Noah’s shoulders. What he wanted to do was kiss him. What he wanted was to pin Noah to the bed and fuck his cock between Noah’s thighs and cover them with his come.
‘Do you want to look at the contract now?’ Adriano asked.
Noah shook his head. ‘I trust you. We can look at it tomorrow. I feel like if I don’t do this now…’ His hands wavered in the air.
‘I understand,’ Adriano answered. He took a step back, then turned the camera on. It faced the bed, so they weren’t in the shot. Yet. He knew where to place Noah so his face wouldn’t be seen, and the rest they could adjust in post.
He turned back to his lover and fixed him with a dark, seductive look. He wasn’t sure it would work on Noah now that they knew each other so well, but he saw pink flood his cheeks, and if possible, he got harder. ‘Follow my lead. I’ll keep our faces off-camera. I practiced.’
Noah laughed, and Adriano wondered if it was silent or not. He took a step closer and reached for Noah’s hand, taking willing fingers and sucking two into his mouth. Noah’s head tipped back, and Adriano splayed his palm on Noah’s chest, feeling his moan. Yes, his sweet little virgin would be good at this.
Letting one hand fall to Noah’s hip, he walked him to the front of the bed. He’d be visible from chin down there, Adriano from his neck and below. It wouldn’t take long for any of his fans to recognize him—his few pieces of ink, the curve of his waist, his hands. But he supposed that was what he wanted.
He supposed it didn’t matter. He wasn’t Sylent in this. He was Adriano—Adriano with his boyfriend, Noah.
A wave of possession hit him. For a brief, hysterical moment, he wanted to smash the camera, throw all his money at Noah, then refuse to share him with the world.
But it was only a moment.
This was sex. This was coming.
Making love would be after.
He dragged his hands over Noah’s skin as he removed his shirt, letting it fall at their feet. He splayed wide palms over Noah’s ribs, letting his fingertips dig in, letting them paint faint lines up to his nipples.
Noah shuddered, and he groaned again, loud enough Adriano could hear just the faint impression of it as it ripped from Noah’s throat. His fingers went for the elastic waistband of his jogging pants next. They were soft grey, cheap, simple, and they had never looked better on anyone else before. His fingers had their own tremble because this was a first. This was a gift—unwrapping Noah, even for an eventual audience, but it was okay. No one was with them now. No one was seeing Noah like this before him.
He licked his lips, then nudged Noah’s head up with his own lips before deepening the kiss. Noah made a noise, and it vibrated against Adriano’s lips. It was maybe a protest, so he pulled back and saw the shape oftoo closecurve over his mouth and tongue.
He nodded and eased his grip. Noah was tenting his sweats to the point of strained, and a wet spot had grown dark and round, the size of a quarter. Adriano waited, only a beat, then he touched him there through the fabric. Adriano heard Noah’s cry louder this time. His own dick begged for more, but he would wait. It would be worth it.
Letting go, Adriano stepped behind Noah and carefully eased the sweats down past his thighs. They pooled at his feet, and then he was there—bared for the camera and for Adriano—and soon for anyone who wanted to watch. His cock was beautiful—shorter but thick, cut and swollen, and leaking a steady stream.
And that was for him. That want, that hardness, was for Adriano.
He wanted to speak, wanted to murmur against the back of Noah’s ear, but that would give him away too soon. Instead, he mouthed at it, licked around the earlobe, held Noah tight by the waist and offered him no friction at all, but it didn’t matter.
It would be over soon. Adriano could feel it in the line of tension in Noah’s body.
His head bowed, tipping Noah’s ear to his shoulder. Adriano’s head was low enough that the most people would see was his profile, the top of his head, and an open mouth on Noah’s neck. He bared teeth, and he attached his lips, sucking first.
And then he bit down.
Noah came like he’d been ordered to. His entire body went stiff apart from his hips that fucked uselessly into the air, straining against Adriano’s hold on him. He cried out, this time too soft for Adriano to hear but enough for him to feel as the vibration hit through Noah’s back and into Adriano’s chest. His body went flush, and he pushed his neck against Adriano’s teeth, and then his entire body went limp.
* * *
Adriano’sinitial instinct was to throw Noah onto the bed and take him. To strip himself down completely and fill anywhere Noah opened up for him. He wanted to mark Noah with teeth, with fingernails, with his come. But he had just enough hold on his own control to reach over and stop the recording. Noah was boneless against him, back still to Adriano’s front, clinging to his arm like it was the only thing keeping him up, and maybe it was.
