Cooper returned with a mid-size plug and a pump bottle of silicone lube. He handed both to Adam and turned around, giving Adam his back.
“Get on all-fours,” Adam instructed, and Cooper went to his knees.
Cooper arched his back, putting his gorgeous ass on display, and Adam gave him a quick spank before pumping some lube into his hand. He slicked two of his fingers and moved into place, sliding one hand around Cooper’s chest and pressing the slippery fingers of his other hand against Cooper’s ass. He would need to hold Cooper up for the next part, he was sure.
“Deep breath,” Adam whispered, folding himself over Cooper’s back. “I’m going in.”
Cooper nodded, back raising as he inhaled and Adam twisted gently, breaching Cooper’s hole with both of his fingers at once. As he’d expected, Cooper’s body seized and he surged forward, but Adam’s hand on his chest held him steady, and he buried his fingers up to the knuckle.
“Be quick,” Cooper rasped. “Or I’ll come. I feel like I’ll come.”
“Who’s in charge?” Adam asked, stretching Cooper’s hole with steady strokes of his fingers. “I thought it was me.”
Cooper whined a little and nodded, all of his muscles, including his ass, tightening from his restraint. Adam didn’t want Cooper to come, and he appreciated the warning. He loved when Cooper was edged and edgy. He got mouthy and bold, and he fucked like a stallion. So Adam hurried, spending just enough time to loosen Cooper up to take the plug. He pulled out his fingers, wet the plug, and shoved it in.
The toy made a satisfying wetpopas Cooper’s rim sucked down around the narrow base and Cooper again fell forward, his weight pressing on Adam’s hand. Adam eased him up. First onto all-fours, then only his knees. The change in position moved the plug, and Cooper answered it with quiet and desperate noises.
“There,” Adam said, stroking his hands across Cooper’s exposed skin. “Now go put on a jock and some jeans.”
Cooper nodded, breathing deep before pushing up to his feet. His knees looked a little weak, and Adam grinned, watching him head toward the closet.
“I’m going to go pack a toy bag,” he said, also rising to his feet. “Any limits tonight?”
Cooper hesitated, fingers on a black t-shirt that hung in the middle of the closet. “Just be mindful of the guests. Oh, and I don’t want to get milked. I want my next orgasm to count.”
“So needy,” he teased. “What about the one after that?”
“Adam.” Cooper’s voice was breathy, and Adam couldn’t help but laugh. He was going to hang Cooper out to dry. If for no other reason than to prove to Cooper that he was worth the commitment.
He left Cooper in the bedroom and went down the hall, thinking the entire way about what sorts of toys he wanted to collect and use. Devon’s play parties weren’t often very public affairs. Even though their entire friend group had slept with each other at some point in the duration of their friendships, the parties were mostly a chance to get together and let the quiet parts of their relationships out in the open without being judged.
It was nice to be able to press Cooper against the wall by his throat because he’d said something that sparked lust in Adam’s gut, or for Devon to be able to fold Robin over the coffee table and cane him until his thighs were purple and red. The conversation around the room carried on. They lived their lives. That had always been the way of it.
Adam pulled his duffel bag out of the closet and dropped in two of his favorite floggers, a paddle, an acrylic cane, the tawse, and a bottle of lube. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck at Devon’s, but he didn’t want to rule out the possibility. And even though they were both vers, it had been awhile since he’d topped. Adam sort of had to be in the mood for that kind of thing. He shifted his weight, giving the wall of toys another look to make sure he’d gotten everything he wanted.
At the last minute, he grabbed another plug out of the drawer, keeping it in his hand and carrying it back down the hallway with him. Cooper was in the bedroom, dressed and pacing the length of the short wall. Adam could see the way the fly of his jeans was tented with his erection, and he planned to only make it worse.
“Cooper.”
Cooper looked his way and Adam tossed him the plug. He dropped the duffel on the floor and climbed onto the bed, taking his pants and briefs down to his thighs, giving Cooper his ass.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cooper groaned, looking from Adam’s spread asshole to the plug in his hand.
“I don’t know if I want to fuck or get fucked tonight,” he said, holding himself open. “Get me ready just in case.”
Adam closed his eyes and heard Cooper flip open the top of the lube. “How do you want me to prep you?” Cooper cleared his throat. “Sir.”
“Cooper,” Adam nearly growled, lashes fluttering. His hole clenched at the air, the arousal from watching Cooper’s earlier desperation already too much for him to handle. “I don’t want your lips moving again unless it’s to eat my ass.”
Cooper moaned, ever vocal, and bent down, spearing his tongue into Adam’s ass. He did as he’d been told, licking and sucking Adam’s rim until his hole was slick with spit and loose enough that Cooper’s fingers squelched in and out of him. Cooper lubed the plug and pressed it in, and Adam’s knees buckled, hips fucking down onto the sheets. He inhaled a deep breath, eyes rolling back, and Cooper gave the plug a twist, settling the base of it snug between Adam’s ass cheeks. Adam waited until he regained his composure, until he could no longer feel the beat of his heart in his cock, then he pulled up his pants and got off the bed.
He loved Cooper. He loved their dynamic. The ease now with which they shifted between who held the power at any given time. Even since he’d gotten off the phone with Wyatt, they’d shifted and changed, their trust and desire only growing stronger with every word and touch exchanged between them. Cooper and the life they were building was truly the only thing he wanted for the rest of his life. If that meant living in Cooper’s house, if that meant never being remarried again, so be it.
Cooper was and always would be enough.
He knew the words should have been that easy, but when he tried to speak, he focused instead on Cooper’s flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, and the words fled. Cooper made him strong, but Cooper also made him messy. There would be another time, he told himself. A better time.
He kicked his foot toward the bag and stepped toward the door, letting out a steady breath and realigning his focus on the role Cooper had specifically asked him to play that night.
