“F-fuck?—”
Adam shifted slightly, and then Noah’s world narrowed to nothing but sensation, slick fingers closing around his cock, pumping him in time with every brutal thrust of the handle. The rhythm was obscene, mechanical, Adam using him like a machine made to be filled and stroked.
Drool pooled on the comforter beneath his open mouth as his eyes rolled back, body arching like a bow. Each thrust ofthe handle nailed that spot inside him, lighting up every nerve ending until his thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Tiny, desperate cries fell from him in broken rhythm with his ragged breaths. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form words, couldn’t do anything but take it.
“I’m not gonna last,” Noah gasped, voice high, wrecked.
“You don’t have to,” Adam said simply, like a sentence passed down.
It only took two more brutal strokes and Noah was spilling onto the mattress, his cum soaking into the comforter in thick, messy ropes. His whole body shuddered violently, his cries muffled against the sheets. Adam didn’t stop, not right away. He kept working the handle in and out, pushing him through the climax until Noah’s sharp moans cracked into raw whimpers, until every nerve ending screamed with overstimulation and the delicious burn tipped toward pain.
“Adam—” He hissed, jerking when the next thrust dragged too deep.
Only then did Adam relent, sliding the handle free in one slick, obscene sound. Noah winced at the sudden emptiness, his rim twitching, feeling stretched raw and gaping. For a second he just stayed there, trembling, forehead pressed to the mattress while his lungs fought for air.
As soon as Adam freed his wrists, Noah collapsed sideways, rolling onto his back with a graceless flop. His chest was heaving, his cock soft but still sticky against his stomach. He blinked up, dazed, just in time to see Adam standing over him, completely naked now, tattoos stark against sweat-slick skin, the Ghost Face mask still hiding his face.
“You’re such a freak,” Noah managed, laughter ragged in his throat.
“Right,” Adam drawled, climbing onto the bed with the slow, predatory grace that made Noah’s stomach swoop. He crawledover him until he hovered, his cock brushing hot against Noah’s thigh. “Because I’m the one who begged to be throat-fucked by Ghost Face.”
“Begging seems like an exaggeration,” Noah teased, though his voice was still wrecked and hoarse.
Adam didn’t bother arguing. Noah slid the mask off, noting his husband’s sweaty, mussed hair. When he bent his knees and spread his thighs, Adam slid easily into the cradle of his body, settling there like he owned him. He kissed him, slow and deliberate, almost puritanical considering what they’d just done. His mouth was soft even though Noah could still taste himself and Adam’s cum clinging to his tongue.
“Are you okay?” Adam murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to press his forehead to Noah’s.
Noah gave a breathless laugh, his chest still heaving. “Do I not seem okay?”
“Just checking in,” Adam said, his still-gloved palm heavy and possessive against Noah’s chest. “That’s my job.”
“If your job is to scare the shit out of me and then fuck me stupid,” Noah muttered, still half-laughing, half-shaking. “Then you’re really fucking good at your job.”
Adam’s mouth curved against his. “Good to know.”
They laid there just breathing each other in for a few moments before Noah finally asked, “Did you manage to get the costume situation handled or did you and the twins get distracted?”
Adam gave him an affronted look. “All costumes were picked up and delivered where they needed to go.”
“Did you manage to get a look at anyone else’s costumes?” Noah asked, hope bleeding into his voice.
Adam shook his head. “No. Everyone is being very elusive about their couples costumes.”
Noah deflated, face falling. “I’m surprised Thomas went with the Villains & Vigilantes theme. Seems a bit…on the nose, no?”
Adam shrugged, dead weight on top of Noah. “He does love a bit of irony.”
“How are we going to survive an entire weekend with fifty plus people?” Noah asked. “That’s a lot of peopling. You know it's going to get crazy.”
“Dad does this every year.”
“I know but this year it's not just the family. There’s Jericho’s boys and the guys from Elite coming. The whole Conti family will be there. A bunch of Dad’s government cronies will be there, as well as people from The Watch. That’s…a lot of people guarding a lot of secrets.”
“No, that’s a lot of people guarding one giant secret that we’re all in on. It's a lot of moving parts but Elite knows about the Watch. They hired the teachers. The government knows what we do. Jericho’s kids know what we do, we know what they do, they know what the government does. The only wild cards are the Conti’s and there’s enough mutually assured destruction to ensure everyone keeps their mouths shut.”
Noah nodded, absently playing with Adam’s hair. “And dad knows we’re bringing the dogs this year?”
