“You say that every time,” Noah teased, sounding slightly better.
“‘Cause it’s true every fucking time,” Adam assured him, hooking Noah’s knees over his elbows before standing up.
Noah sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck.”
Adam loved how easily he could toss Noah around, how he could just hold him in one place and pound into him until he was a babbling mess. But this time, he just wanted him beneath him, wanted to watch him fall apart.
He turned, depositing them both onto the bed without pulling free of his body, practically folding Noah in half so he could fuck into him in hard, deep thrusts that had Noah whimpering every time he bottomed out.
Noah was usually super verbal. Begging and babbling. It was the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world to Adam. But not this time. This time, he was just clinging to him, panting each cry into Adam’s mouth, leaving him to judge his enjoyment based on context clues. Adam sucked at those. But he couldn’t stop driving into him. He wouldn’t. He didn’t know if Noah was okay emotionally, but the way his nails were tearing at Adam’s back told him he was doing something right and that was all that mattered.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I’m not going to last. You’re so hot inside.”
Noah thrust his tongue into Adam’s mouth. “Hard. Fuck me hard until you come. I want to feel it. Fill me up. I need it. I need to feel owned. Just use me. Please.”
Adam snarled, shifting slightly, bracing his hands and knees on the mattress so he could drive into him hard enough to make him cry out, the headboard slamming into the wall hard enough to cause permanent damage. Adam was sweating, his muscles aching, the scratches in his back stinging. It didn’t matter, though. Pulses of pleasure worked over his body until his ballstightened and the base of his spine tingled. Fuck. He couldn’t stop.
Suddenly, Noah gave a gasp of surprise followed by a low moan, looking down between them. Noah had come untouched. Fucking hell. Adam grunted as his orgasm overtook him. He collapsed against Noah, burying his face against his neck as he shuddered, his hips thrusting against his will until every drop had left him.
After a while, Noah tapped his shoulder. He released Noah’s legs, listening to him groan with relief as he let them drop.
Noah’s hands were suddenly petting through Adam’s hair. “Thank you. I needed that.”
Adam snorted, pulling free from Noah’s body, then rearranging them so Noah was the little spoon. “I hate when you thank me for sex like I did you some kind of favor.”
“I’m just really polite,” Noah said sleepily.
“Mm,” Adam said, noncommittal. “Get some sleep, baby.”
“I love when you call me baby,” Noah murmured, already sounding half-asleep. He turned in Adam’s arms, burrowing deeper, resting his cheek on Adam’s bicep and tangling their legs together. It wasn’t long before his breathing evened out and he was snoring softly against Adam’s chest.
Adam reached blindly for his phone behind him on the nightstand, pulling it free and bringing up the text thread he shared with the original Mulvaney men.
I need help.
August answered first.
What’s wrong? I’m assuming you mean with a speeding ticket or you wouldn’t be reaching out via…text.
August’s way of making sure Adam hadn’t grabbed the wrong phone like he was some kind of rank amateur.
Duh.
Asa
You never need help.
Avi
Especially not family help.
Atticus
What’s happening right now?
Archer
Are you sending this on the right…channel?
