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“Tighter,” Icarus directed.
“I’m gonna come in my jeans before you get it in me.”
“No you’re not.”
Adam gulped, eyes flicking up to him, pleading and thankful all at the same time. Yes, this was exactly what Adam wanted. Intimacy on a whole other level.
“Tighter, Adam,” Icarus directed again, and Adam did as told, eyes darkening and drinking up the sight of Icarus’s rapidly plumping cock and balls. But it eased some of the strain for Icarus, reminded him of his role, except this wasn’t the usual performance. It wasn’t really a performance at all. Only insofar as it was needed to give Adam the pleasure, the intimacy he so desperately craved, which Icarus was craving more by the second too.
He removed the massager and remote from the bag. “We’re going to lube this up too and get it inside me, then you’re going to turn it on with the remote when you’re ready for me to come inside you.” Groaning, Adam palmed his cock through his jeans. Icarus grinned. “Now, do you want to put it in or watch me do it?”
“Watch,” Adam stuttered out.
Icarus figured. “Okay, then you get out of those jeans while I get this inside me.”
Adam worked quickly, jeans and boxers gone, getting his dick in his hand, stroking, while Icarus put on a show for him. He lubed up the massager, put a pillow under his ass, hole on full display, then stretched himself, fingers teasing his rim, widening his hole, so he could slide the massager inside and nestle the curved external tip against his taint. Both would vibrate and tease him to the extreme.
“Fuck,” Adam grunted. “I want in there too.”
“I can take you both,” Icarus purred. “But that’s not what you need right now, is it?”
Keening, Adam fell forward again and buried his nose under Icarus’s balls, his hot breath puffing over Icarus’s taint, his lips brushing the sensitive skin as he pleaded. “Fuck, Icarus. I need this. Need you.” He licked a stripe up either side of the silicon tip, then around his rim at the base of the massager, and fuck if Icarus didn’t worry about his own ability to hold out. Such naked, unembarrassed hunger—for him—from someone so powerful, who’d done fuck only knew what tonight to secure his safety, made Icarus’s head spin, his chest ache. He’d seen a lot of clients over his working lifetime, but not a single one had ever made him so dizzy with hunger and desire.
“Let’s get you what you need, then.” He got his knees under him, then lured Adam upright as well, into a slow measured kiss, smoothing over the rough edges of his own need and Adam’s. Letting his hands smooth over warm skin and tight ass cheeks, fingers teasing Adam’s crack, getting him used to where this was going.
Their cocks brushed, and the massager turned on. He grinned against Adam’s mouth. “Now who’s playing dirty?”
Adam nipped at his lips. “That’s only an ounce of how badly I want you right now.” He nipped his jaw as he ground his cock against Icarus’s. “How badly I want to drown in all this.”
Icarus chuckled and slapped his ass and got a tick up in vibrations for it.
“Turn around,” he told Adam. “Lean against the couch. Arms spread, face down, ass out for me.”
He was pleased when the only expression that raced across Adam’s face was pure, unadulterated lust. Not a hint of fear. Adam assumed the position, and Icarus rewarded him again for the trust, kneeling behind him, spreading his ass cheeks, and licking around the rim of his puckered hole.
“Fucking hell,” Adam cursed.
“Need to get you ready.” He speared his tongue and thrust inside, wetting and stretching Adam gently at first before adding lubed fingers and working him open more. Adam was tight, as promised, and Icarus’s cock was fattened up by the ring. It was going to be a snug fit, and he didn’t want to hurt Adam. Icarus wiped a hand off and tiptoed it up Adam’s spine, loving the shiver that followed in its wake. “Are you sure about this?”
Adam shivered again, then ramped up the vibrator. “Icarus, inside me, now.”
The gruff order sent a tremor up Icarus’s spine and made the plea impossible to resist. Cock in hand, he closed the scant distance between them and lined up at Adam’s hole, beginning the slow slide in. Unsurprisingly, he met resistance, and Adam groaned in frustration.
“Easy does it,” Icarus coaxed, with gentle hands sweeping over Adam’s ass, hips, and back and a line of kisses peppering his spine. His body blanketed Adam’s, absorbing the heat and reflecting it right back on the man, reflecting back the closeness Adam—and he—needed. With the intimacy came relaxation, and Icarus stretched his arms along the backs of Adam’s, wrapping his fingers around his wrists and nuzzling the nape of Adam’s neck, dropping kisses there. Icarus eased the rest of the way inside Adam, cock buried to the hilt.
Adam let out a giant sigh, and Icarus smiled. He stretched enough to kiss Adam’s cheek, and Adam turned his face enough so Icarus could capture the taste of satisfaction on his lips. Adam was the first to move the lower halves of their bodies, pushing gently back, rounding into the body spread across and inside his. Icarus rocked, countering Adam’s movements, slowly at first, his thrusts measured, aimed at getting Adam used to his length and girth, to having anyone back inside him.
It didn’t take long for Adam to adapt, for the heat and hunger to chase away gentle intentions. “More, please,” he whispered against Icarus’s lips.
Icarus obliged, pumping harder, deeper, faster, and Adam tore his mouth away, planting his forehead in the cushion and letting out a wanton groan. He ticked the massager’s vibrations up again. “That’s it,” he panted. “Harder.”
Icarus bit back his own groan with his fangs, chewing the inside of his lip. He desperately wanted to sink them into Adam’s neck, but another part of him rebelled against the notion, rebelled at the thought of causing this man any harm. He focused instead on sinking his cock inside him, making this everything Adam wanted and more. He levered up, hands on Adam’s shoulders, pressing gently down, and adjusted the angle of his thrusts. If Adam’s groan before had been wanton, the next was pure ecstasy. Prostate found, Icarus continued to pound at it, continued to eat up every grunt and groan Adam belted out, barreling ever closer to his own orgasm. The sounds and sensations, the heated vise around his cock, and the massager stimulating his prostate and taint brought him right to the edge.
But he wouldn’t leap without Adam. “Do you—” he started.
Adam dropped the remote and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers and turning his head, glancing over his shoulder. Tears streaked down his blotchy face onto his swollen lips and into his ruffled scruff. Icarus faltered and lost his breath, worried at first, but looking to the source of those tears, he found no sadness in Adam’s bright eyes. Only relief, only desire, only sheer worshipful appreciation. Only fire. Fuck, had anyone ever looked at Icarus like that before? He didn’t think so, and he didn’t think he was ever going to get the vision out of his head.
He leaned forward, licking up the tear at the corner of Adam’s mouth. “I’ve got you. I’m right here with you. Come for me.”
