dysonrules | Equity Part Twenty Four

Oh noes! We're caught up now! I should write more...

Stephen stared up into Adam's brilliant blue eyes and saw a vague flash of worry despite his confident quip. He quickly lifted a hand to cup Adam's cheek, wishing he hadn't been quite so harsh. He knew Adam had been opposed to the whole "moving slowly" idea, so he couldn't really blame the brat for rushing ahead as soon as the opportunity had presented itself.

Adam opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed it over his fingers before smearing it liberally over Stephen's nether regions. He gently pushed in one finger and Stephen suppressed a wince, realizing it had been a very long time. He preferred to top, but Adam's delicious eagerness was impossible to resist.

"No need," he said hoarsely. "I want you now."

Adam drew in a surprised breath, but obediently removed his probing digit to prepare his purple-clad prick. Stephen clenched his teeth as Adam readied himself and pushed his hardness gently against his entrance.

When Adam pushed in, Stephen's muscles clenched in protest, but he forced them to relax, enabling them to fairly pull Adam inside. When Adam was fully sheathed, Stephen breathed a sigh of relief that bordered in pleasure. It had been a long time, but it still felt blissful when he allowed someone the privilege. And Adam was not just someone.

"All right?" Adam asked and kissed him, emphasizing the thought.

"Better than all right," Stephen admitted and pulled him into a scorching kiss. Adam laughed around his tongue and then levered himself partially upright in order to move.

"Better hold on to something," Adam warned.

He was as good as his word. Despite his initial gentleness, Adam seemed to instinctively know how Stephen liked it. Whenever he was fucked, he wanted to feel it. Adam set up an almost bruising rhythm that had Stephen clutching the headboard to keep his head from slamming repeatedly into it. He was glad of Adam's hands holding him in place by the hips, although he vaguely wondered if he would have bruises the following day. Part of him hoped so--he didn't mind the idea of being marked by this man at all.

Adam was even more gorgeous hovering over him, intense with concentration and beaded with sweat. His hair clung to his temples in wet strands and his parted lips moved with every gasping breath.

The pleasure intensified with every stroke and Stephen reached for his aching cock, intending to speed things along, but Adam batted his hand away with a growl.

"Mine," he said and gripped it tightly. Stephen nearly cried out when Adam moved his hand, stroking his length from base to tip and back again without breaking his repetitious movements. Adam was a veritable god of sex, Stephen decided.

The young god smiled down at him and said, "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

The smile alone was nearly enough to trigger Stephen's orgasm and he threw his head back with a moan as his balls tightened. His release was almost mind-blowing in its intensity and he heard Adam shout a moment later. He opened his eyes quickly to see Adam's face twisted in almost-pain, lips parted and muscles corded with tension.

Adam's shuddering twitches matched his own and then he collapsed over Stephen's chest, wheezing with exertion. It was the most fabulous fuck of Stephen's life.

His arms wrapped around Adam and held his sweat-slicked body tightly.

"Did I fuck it up?" Adam asked breathlessly.

Stephen smiled against Adam's black hair. "You were perfect," he said.