Equity Part Fifty Two
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dysonrulesFor a moment, Adam thought he must have misheard Stephen, lost as he was in the tingling afterglow of his orgasm. "Wear your clothes?" he repeated stupidly.
"Yes," Stephen said and dipped his tongue into Adam's bellybutton. "I'm not quite ready to let you leave. And possibly not in forty minutes, either."
Adam swallowed hard, barely trusting himself to speak. His hand, already in Stephen's blond hair, curved around the back of Stephen's head and drew him upward for a kiss. "Okay," he said before plundering Stephen's mouth. Forty minutes would definitely not be enough, nor would an hour and a half. Nor even another day. He wondered if forever would be enough. The thought was slightly terrifying, because it couldn't possibly last. One day Stephen would wake up and wonder why he had decided it was a good idea to invite a random singer with no prospects into his life, especially once he found out Adam had been practically stalking him for months.
Stephen's hands roamed over Adam's body, smooth and confident, yet achingly tender, although the last was quite possibly only in Adam's imagination. Still, he reciprocated, gliding his hands over Stephen, feeling every curve and bump, and pressing wickedly into every bruise he knew he had left, earning a nip from white teeth for each wince.
"I should send you off to work," Stephen growled after Adam teased at the curls surrounding his cock for too long without touching the prize.
Adam chuckled. "Oh, but then you would have to do this yourself," he said and finally took Stephen's hard cock in hand. "And I don't think you could manage this angle," he added and palmed the head before giving it a gentle twist.
Stephen swore, sounding breathless. "Good point," he said. "I think I'll drive you, as planned. If we ever leave this bed."
Adam was more than content to stay in Stephen's bed forever, especially when Stephen stretched across him to tear open the bedside drawer and snatch up the lubricant. Despite the fact that they would both have to face their responsibilities soon, Stephen prepared him slowly and thoroughly, using his fingers, lips, and tongue until Adam was half-hard again, panting and oh-so-willing for Stephen to fuck him.
When his blond lover finally entered him, it was just as good as every time before. God, it was perfect. Adam could hardly imagine anyone else ever comparing. He didn't want to try.
Stephen made love to him almost too slowly, as if savoring every movement. Adam planned to do the same, hoping it would get him through a long day of not seeing Stephen. The past two days had been the best weekend of his entire life. He wanted to hold onto each moment.
Stephen's slow pace couldn't last forever, of course. Adam helped him along by pushing downward with each thrust, bracing his hands against Stephen's headboard, hoping to leave marks on the wood that would never be removed. He would like to leave the same marks on Stephen, signs of ownership, so that Stephen would never be tempted to seek out another.
Adam buried those foolish thoughts by making sure Stephen was anything but bored. Judging by the glazed look in his eyes and the way he kept repeating Adam's name, he was doing a worthy job of it. Of course Stephen, being Stephen, refused to come without bringing Adam off once more, pausing his motions to stroke Adam's cock and coax out another few drops of liquid. As Adam clenched around him, Stephen murmured his name once more and collapsed, panting, sweating, and gorgeous, atop Adam's chest.
They held each other until Adam was beginning to feel a chill from the sweat drying on his skin, even though he hated to make Stephen move.
"Shower with me?" Stephen asked against Adam's skin, moving nothing but his lips.
Adam smiled and trailed a lazy hand over Stephen's spine. He thought they might need every minute of the extra hour and a half Stephen had bought for them.
"Only if you wash my back," Adam said teasingly.
"Deal," Stephen replied.
"Yes," Stephen said and dipped his tongue into Adam's bellybutton. "I'm not quite ready to let you leave. And possibly not in forty minutes, either."
Adam swallowed hard, barely trusting himself to speak. His hand, already in Stephen's blond hair, curved around the back of Stephen's head and drew him upward for a kiss. "Okay," he said before plundering Stephen's mouth. Forty minutes would definitely not be enough, nor would an hour and a half. Nor even another day. He wondered if forever would be enough. The thought was slightly terrifying, because it couldn't possibly last. One day Stephen would wake up and wonder why he had decided it was a good idea to invite a random singer with no prospects into his life, especially once he found out Adam had been practically stalking him for months.
Stephen's hands roamed over Adam's body, smooth and confident, yet achingly tender, although the last was quite possibly only in Adam's imagination. Still, he reciprocated, gliding his hands over Stephen, feeling every curve and bump, and pressing wickedly into every bruise he knew he had left, earning a nip from white teeth for each wince.
"I should send you off to work," Stephen growled after Adam teased at the curls surrounding his cock for too long without touching the prize.
Adam chuckled. "Oh, but then you would have to do this yourself," he said and finally took Stephen's hard cock in hand. "And I don't think you could manage this angle," he added and palmed the head before giving it a gentle twist.
Stephen swore, sounding breathless. "Good point," he said. "I think I'll drive you, as planned. If we ever leave this bed."
Adam was more than content to stay in Stephen's bed forever, especially when Stephen stretched across him to tear open the bedside drawer and snatch up the lubricant. Despite the fact that they would both have to face their responsibilities soon, Stephen prepared him slowly and thoroughly, using his fingers, lips, and tongue until Adam was half-hard again, panting and oh-so-willing for Stephen to fuck him.
When his blond lover finally entered him, it was just as good as every time before. God, it was perfect. Adam could hardly imagine anyone else ever comparing. He didn't want to try.
Stephen made love to him almost too slowly, as if savoring every movement. Adam planned to do the same, hoping it would get him through a long day of not seeing Stephen. The past two days had been the best weekend of his entire life. He wanted to hold onto each moment.
Stephen's slow pace couldn't last forever, of course. Adam helped him along by pushing downward with each thrust, bracing his hands against Stephen's headboard, hoping to leave marks on the wood that would never be removed. He would like to leave the same marks on Stephen, signs of ownership, so that Stephen would never be tempted to seek out another.
Adam buried those foolish thoughts by making sure Stephen was anything but bored. Judging by the glazed look in his eyes and the way he kept repeating Adam's name, he was doing a worthy job of it. Of course Stephen, being Stephen, refused to come without bringing Adam off once more, pausing his motions to stroke Adam's cock and coax out another few drops of liquid. As Adam clenched around him, Stephen murmured his name once more and collapsed, panting, sweating, and gorgeous, atop Adam's chest.
They held each other until Adam was beginning to feel a chill from the sweat drying on his skin, even though he hated to make Stephen move.
"Shower with me?" Stephen asked against Adam's skin, moving nothing but his lips.
Adam smiled and trailed a lazy hand over Stephen's spine. He thought they might need every minute of the extra hour and a half Stephen had bought for them.
"Only if you wash my back," Adam said teasingly.
"Deal," Stephen replied.