Equity Part Forty
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dysonrulesWhoops, I seem to have forgotten to post this one.
"You have syrup..." Adam said and trailed off, staring across the table at Stephen, who blinked at him and then pushed his tongue out and tried to swipe at the elusive smear of blackberry syrup.
Watching the elegant blond trying to remove syrup like a ten-year-old made Adam laugh aloud, even though the sight of Stephen's wet lips was anything but amusing.
Stephen's tongue retreated and he made a petulant moue before raising his napkin, but Adam half-launched himself across the table and gripped Stephen's chin with one hand.
He leaned in and licked the offending spot of syrup before sliding his mouth up and over Stephen's lips and then biting at them gently. Stephen chuckled and kissed him back; the sweet taste of the syrup mingled between them.
Adam sat back in his seat, feeling flushed and a bit breathless. Stephen laughed as Adam glanced around, surprised at his own actions in the very public restaurant. Everyone seemed to be carefully avoiding looking their way, except one older woman who stared at him in surprise. Adam beamed at her and she smiled back tentatively.
Stephen cleared his throat and poured more syrup over his pancakes. "When we get in the car," he said, "You can make sure you got it all."
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The plan was to take Adam home and shag the living daylights out of him. It was a good plan and Stephen could see no flaws with it. Except that he couldn't seem to make it out of the parking lot of the International House of Pancakes.
They had barely gotten into the car before Adam was kissing him, tasting of syrup and cranberry juice and disturbing levels of affection.
Now Adam was in his lap and they had been kissing for at least fifteen minutes. The steering wheel had to be gouging Adam's lower back, but from the sounds he was making it was apparent he either didn't notice or didn't care. Both of Adam's hands were twisted in Stephen's hair and he realized he was starting to develop a bit of a kink for it, especially when Adam's short nails raked over his scalp as he made a guttural sound that shot straight to Stephen's cock.
The sound had been induced by Stephen running the flat of his palm over the hardness between Adam's legs, safely enclosed by denim. He dragged his fingertips over the tight bulge of Adam's testicles and debated opening Adam's jeans, but the idea of making him come in his pants was incredibly tantalizing.
Stephen stroked more firmly, sliding his fingers from tip to testicles and back again with increasing speed as he sucked on Adam's lips.
"Oh god, Stephen, stop. I'm going to--"
"I know," Stephen said in a purring tone without pausing his movements. He captured Adam's lips again to stifle any further protest. Adam tasted even more delicious when he had to pull away every few seconds to gasp for breath.
Adam's hips rocked, grinding into Stephen's erection until he feared Adam wouldn't be the only one needing clean clothing, but then the hands in his hair tightened painfully and Adam bit down on Stephen's lower lip as shudders rocked through him. Stephen continued to stroke gently while holding his lover tightly with his other arm, smiling smugly through the kiss.
Adam sagged back until his head rested against the window of the Audi. He stared up at Stephen through eyes half-blown with passion. His lips were red and puffy and Stephen thought he had never seen a more amazing sight in his life.
"You are a bastard," Adam whispered, but his fingers caressed Stephen's hair in a manner that was anything but angry. He looked contented enough to drop off to sleep.
Stephen smiled widely. "I suppose I should take you home and find you something else to wear." He bent his head and placed one more kiss on Adam's lips. "Like my come."
"You have syrup..." Adam said and trailed off, staring across the table at Stephen, who blinked at him and then pushed his tongue out and tried to swipe at the elusive smear of blackberry syrup.
Watching the elegant blond trying to remove syrup like a ten-year-old made Adam laugh aloud, even though the sight of Stephen's wet lips was anything but amusing.
Stephen's tongue retreated and he made a petulant moue before raising his napkin, but Adam half-launched himself across the table and gripped Stephen's chin with one hand.
He leaned in and licked the offending spot of syrup before sliding his mouth up and over Stephen's lips and then biting at them gently. Stephen chuckled and kissed him back; the sweet taste of the syrup mingled between them.
Adam sat back in his seat, feeling flushed and a bit breathless. Stephen laughed as Adam glanced around, surprised at his own actions in the very public restaurant. Everyone seemed to be carefully avoiding looking their way, except one older woman who stared at him in surprise. Adam beamed at her and she smiled back tentatively.
Stephen cleared his throat and poured more syrup over his pancakes. "When we get in the car," he said, "You can make sure you got it all."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The plan was to take Adam home and shag the living daylights out of him. It was a good plan and Stephen could see no flaws with it. Except that he couldn't seem to make it out of the parking lot of the International House of Pancakes.
They had barely gotten into the car before Adam was kissing him, tasting of syrup and cranberry juice and disturbing levels of affection.
Now Adam was in his lap and they had been kissing for at least fifteen minutes. The steering wheel had to be gouging Adam's lower back, but from the sounds he was making it was apparent he either didn't notice or didn't care. Both of Adam's hands were twisted in Stephen's hair and he realized he was starting to develop a bit of a kink for it, especially when Adam's short nails raked over his scalp as he made a guttural sound that shot straight to Stephen's cock.
The sound had been induced by Stephen running the flat of his palm over the hardness between Adam's legs, safely enclosed by denim. He dragged his fingertips over the tight bulge of Adam's testicles and debated opening Adam's jeans, but the idea of making him come in his pants was incredibly tantalizing.
Stephen stroked more firmly, sliding his fingers from tip to testicles and back again with increasing speed as he sucked on Adam's lips.
"Oh god, Stephen, stop. I'm going to--"
"I know," Stephen said in a purring tone without pausing his movements. He captured Adam's lips again to stifle any further protest. Adam tasted even more delicious when he had to pull away every few seconds to gasp for breath.
Adam's hips rocked, grinding into Stephen's erection until he feared Adam wouldn't be the only one needing clean clothing, but then the hands in his hair tightened painfully and Adam bit down on Stephen's lower lip as shudders rocked through him. Stephen continued to stroke gently while holding his lover tightly with his other arm, smiling smugly through the kiss.
Adam sagged back until his head rested against the window of the Audi. He stared up at Stephen through eyes half-blown with passion. His lips were red and puffy and Stephen thought he had never seen a more amazing sight in his life.
"You are a bastard," Adam whispered, but his fingers caressed Stephen's hair in a manner that was anything but angry. He looked contented enough to drop off to sleep.
Stephen smiled widely. "I suppose I should take you home and find you something else to wear." He bent his head and placed one more kiss on Adam's lips. "Like my come."