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“Right.” Eric inhaled, not fully steady. “I can do that.”
His fingers touched the keys, and the room filled with the beginningof a melody Adrian thought he recognised—the first song he’d ever heard Eric play. It filled the space around them, dense notes that came in rapid succession. Beautiful.
Adrian leaned over to kiss Eric, open mouths, tongues sliding together. His fingers trailed the contours of Eric’s face, moved down his neck, and eventually settled on the small of his back. When Adrian broke the kiss to tug up Eric’s jumper and ran his knuckles over warm, bare skin, Eric’s tempo wavered for a second.
“Am I doing it right?” Adrian asked, not bothering to hide his smile.
“Acceptable,” Eric mumbled.
Adrian hadn’t yet met a challenge he wanted to refuse. He let his lips ghost over the nape of Eric’s neck to taste the faintest hint of salty sweetness. A discordant note hung in the air for a fragmented second, but Eric kept playing.
Closer. Adrian leaned in and brought his arms around Eric for a brief hug, closing his eyes as the music wrapped around them. Then he skimmed his hands up Eric’s stomach and higher, thumb grazing a nipple. Eric missed another note, and Adrian pulled back just enough that Eric would notice.
“Am I doing it wrong?” he asked, infusing his voice with a generous dose of concern.
Eric exhaled. His fingers halted as the last notes faded. “You’re doing fine. You know you’re doing fine.”
“Are you sure?” Adrian nosed along the shell of Eric’s ear. “You stopped playing.”
“The piece is over.”
“But practice isn’t, now is it?” Adrian’s hands ventured lower to hover at the waistband of Eric’s jeans, barely touching. “Play something else.”
In the quiet room, he could hear it when Eric swallowed before he shot Adrian a look over his shoulder. “Don’t think teenage me was into this kind of sweet torture.”
It startled a laugh out of Adrian. “If you want me to speed up, I’m going to need clear instructions.”
“You just want to hear me ask for it.”
“Possibly.” Adrian ran his index finger around the button of Eric’s jeans. “But also, this is about you.Yourfantasy.”
“Can you…” Eric bent his head and placed his fingers back on the keys, hesitating for a beat. “Can you touch me?”
The words were only just a murmur, but they sent a hazy shock of desire through Adrian. It was a far cry from the unambiguous orders he’d learned to expect when filming—‘start with two fingers’and‘pick up the pace’and‘okay, time to finish him’. It also wasn’t a rushed club encounter where names didn’t matter and the conversation was limited to logistics.
“I am touching you.” Adrian hadn’t intended for the words to come out quite this thick.
Eric exhaled a chuckle. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
Adrian bit down on a grin. “Say what?”
“Please, Adrian.” Eric paused, voice dropping. “Touch my cock.”
Jesus.
“All you had to do was ask.” Adrian waited for Eric to start on a sweet, simple melody before he popped open the button of Eric’s jeans and tugged the zip down part of the way. He slid his hand into Eric’s pants, curled his fingers around an erection that felt thick and solid against his palm.
Eric stopped playing, panting out a breath.
“Concentration, darling,” Adrian chided, teasing laughter woven into it.
“Fuck, Adrian. I can’t—” Eric broke off when Adrian gave his cock a firm squeeze, thumb swiping over the head in a move that never failed to make Eric shiver.
“That’s all right.” Adrian pressed his teeth against the shell of Eric’s ear. “You played beautifully. Now let me take care of you.”
Eric turned slightly for their eyes to meet, his pupils blown. “Please,” he murmured, and Adrian felt dizzy with it—Eric in his arms and so much space in his chest that he could fit the whole world inside.
Reaching for a smile, he gave the only response that made sense. “Of course.”
