Equity Part Thirty One
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dysonrulesStephen chuckled against the back of Adam's neck. The man was pinned quite nicely beneath him with one arm trapped under his abdomen and the other caught securely in Adam's grip.
"You should be scared," he said in a low tone.
Adam laughed, a husky sound that made Stephen shut his eyes and breathe in the scent of Adam's hair in a heady rush. "Oh really? What do you plan to do now that I'm at your mercy, oh dangerous one?"
"I can think of a few things," Stephen admitted and slid forward until his erection pressed against Adam's firm buttocks. Adam moaned and Stephen buried his face in the thick black hair, overcome. What had happened to his self control? He had barely made it through dinner without crawling over the flimsy table and attacking the sexy--oh dear god, so sexy--man across from him. Merely reaching across the table to stroke his fingers had been a sensual pleasure, especially when Adam's blue eyes had darkened with desire.
Stephen pressed nibbling kisses against Adam's throat. "Do you want me, Adam?" he asked in a purring tone.
"You know I do," Adam replied, sounding breathless. "So much."
Stephen felt possessed. Despite everything telling him to slow down, he could not seem to stop himself. He kissed Adam's neck and nuzzled the locks of hair at at the base of his skull. After releasing Adam's wrist, he pulled the shirt roughly from the waistband of Adam's jeans and slid his hands beneath, seeking the warmth of Adam's skin.
He pushed the material up to expose the length of Adam's spine. It was as good a place to start as any, he supposed, and placed kisses on every bump, working his way down to the small of Adam's back. With a chuckle, he bit into the base of Adam's ass, laughing when the material was too tight to allow more than a sharp grazing of teeth.
"Turn over," he ordered and Adam complied so quickly he nearly knocked Stephen off the couch. Stephen made no complaint, particularly when the movement revealed Adam's shirt bunched around his chest, baring his amazing abs to Stephen's appreciative gaze. Adam's long legs ended up divided, enclosing Stephen between them. Stephen allowed his hands to slide over Adam's thighs, moving closer and closer to the obvious bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans.
Stephen kept his eyes on Adam's face and pushed one palm against the hardness. Adam gasped and arched his back slightly, so Stephen rubbed the heel of his hand up and down, teasing.
"Stephen," Adam said with a groan.
Stephen swore quietly and left off toying with him. He fumbled with the belt Adam wore, loosening it and yanking down the zipper of the jeans to expose black briefs stretched taut over Adam's swollen length. Stephen trailed his fingers over it once just to hear another moan. He smiled wickedly.
Deciding restraint was for fools, Stephen turned his attention to removing Adam's shoes before dragging his jeans off completely. Adam lay passively until Stephen spent too long staring down at him, clad only in black briefs and a bunched up blue shirt. He wished he could take a photo.
Adam sat up and curled his legs around Stephen's hips. He angled in for a kiss before wrapping his hands in Stephen's shirt. "Your turn," he said roughly and pulled the material over Stephen's head.
"You should be scared," he said in a low tone.
Adam laughed, a husky sound that made Stephen shut his eyes and breathe in the scent of Adam's hair in a heady rush. "Oh really? What do you plan to do now that I'm at your mercy, oh dangerous one?"
"I can think of a few things," Stephen admitted and slid forward until his erection pressed against Adam's firm buttocks. Adam moaned and Stephen buried his face in the thick black hair, overcome. What had happened to his self control? He had barely made it through dinner without crawling over the flimsy table and attacking the sexy--oh dear god, so sexy--man across from him. Merely reaching across the table to stroke his fingers had been a sensual pleasure, especially when Adam's blue eyes had darkened with desire.
Stephen pressed nibbling kisses against Adam's throat. "Do you want me, Adam?" he asked in a purring tone.
"You know I do," Adam replied, sounding breathless. "So much."
Stephen felt possessed. Despite everything telling him to slow down, he could not seem to stop himself. He kissed Adam's neck and nuzzled the locks of hair at at the base of his skull. After releasing Adam's wrist, he pulled the shirt roughly from the waistband of Adam's jeans and slid his hands beneath, seeking the warmth of Adam's skin.
He pushed the material up to expose the length of Adam's spine. It was as good a place to start as any, he supposed, and placed kisses on every bump, working his way down to the small of Adam's back. With a chuckle, he bit into the base of Adam's ass, laughing when the material was too tight to allow more than a sharp grazing of teeth.
"Turn over," he ordered and Adam complied so quickly he nearly knocked Stephen off the couch. Stephen made no complaint, particularly when the movement revealed Adam's shirt bunched around his chest, baring his amazing abs to Stephen's appreciative gaze. Adam's long legs ended up divided, enclosing Stephen between them. Stephen allowed his hands to slide over Adam's thighs, moving closer and closer to the obvious bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans.
Stephen kept his eyes on Adam's face and pushed one palm against the hardness. Adam gasped and arched his back slightly, so Stephen rubbed the heel of his hand up and down, teasing.
"Stephen," Adam said with a groan.
Stephen swore quietly and left off toying with him. He fumbled with the belt Adam wore, loosening it and yanking down the zipper of the jeans to expose black briefs stretched taut over Adam's swollen length. Stephen trailed his fingers over it once just to hear another moan. He smiled wickedly.
Deciding restraint was for fools, Stephen turned his attention to removing Adam's shoes before dragging his jeans off completely. Adam lay passively until Stephen spent too long staring down at him, clad only in black briefs and a bunched up blue shirt. He wished he could take a photo.
Adam sat up and curled his legs around Stephen's hips. He angled in for a kiss before wrapping his hands in Stephen's shirt. "Your turn," he said roughly and pulled the material over Stephen's head.
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Date: 2009-08-03 03:10 pm (UTC)OMGUH, gloves icon!!!
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Date: 2009-08-03 08:43 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:19 pm (UTC)Love it! But now I have to wait...........is it ready yet? Leaving stuff like that leaves plenty for the imagination.
Oh, and it took me a while (weird lack of imagination in a username), but I'm going to create a Livejournal account under the name Cat-thryn (probably not until next week).
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:21 pm (UTC)YAY for making a username! I'll keep an eye out for you.