Noah rolled his eyes, even as he let his hands roam his husband’s torso. His golden skin was still warm from the shower, faintly damp in places, the clean scent of soap mixing with something unmistakably Adam. Noah let his fingertips trace every groove, every dip, before finding his way to his chest. He squeezed the muscles there, teasingover taut nipples, licking his bottom lip as he explored what was—by now—very familiar territory. Familiar, but no less distracting for it.
“Isthismy Christmas gift?” Noah asked, scooting lower to sit on his thighs to trace the bulge behind the velvety fabric.
“One of many,” Adam murmured, goosebumps erupting along his skin.
Noah’s hand closed over him, squeezing, enjoying the way Adam sucked in a sharp breath, bucking beneath him like he wasn’t as in control as he pretended. Noah loved making him lose control. It felt like his own personal superpower.
He laid on his belly between Adam’s splayed thighs, looking up at him through his lashes before rubbing his face against the outline of his cock. He felt Adam shudder beneath him. He let his lips trail over the velvety fabric, inhaling the scent of soap and skin, noting the wet spot that had formed where Adam was already leaking.
“Can I unwrap my gift now?” he asked, his fingertips teasing at the waistband of his husband’s boxer briefs.
“I don’t know,” Adam taunted. “Have you been a good boy?”
Noah once more flicked his brown eyes upwards, letting his tongue dart out over that darkened spot on his underwear, tasting fabric more than the fluid that had created it. “Not particularly, no.”
“No?” Adam asked, arching a brow, that dark look making Noah grind his own now hard cock against the mattress.
“Nope,” Noah said, shaking his head, his mouth skimming over the fabric as he did. “Want me to show youwhat I did to get on the naughty list, Santa?”
Adam shifted, reclining back on the pillows, threading his fingers behind his head. “Show me.”
Noah dragged the fabric down and off, flinging it somewhere behind him. “Let's see how long you can keep that Santa hat in place.”
“Someone’s feeling spunky today.”
“That word out of your mouth just feels wrong somehow,” Noah mused.
Before Adam could come up with some kind of witty retort, Noah ran the flat of his tongue up the length of his cock, savoring the taste, before taking him into his mouth. He licked at the fluid gathered at the slit, then just nursed on head of his cock until Adam groaned, squirming restlessly beneath him.
Only when Adam made a growl of frustration, did Noah let his mouth slide down his length, not stopping until it hit the back of his throat. He breathed through his gag reflex as Adam’s hips jolted upwards, trying to push deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped. “That’s so good.”
Adam’s hand landed on the back of his head. Noah fought a smile. He hadn’t even lasted a full minute with his hands behind his head. He bobbed his head slowly, taking him fully, then hollowing his cheeks as he dragged his way back up.
“Your mouth never gets old,” Adam whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.
Adam’s fingers tightened in his hair, holding him steady as he thrust up into the wet heat of Noah’s mouth. Noah let himself be used, his head going pleasantly fuzzy at Adam’srough treatment. When Adam bent one leg to gain leverage, Noah moaned around him, then tapped his thigh.
Adam released him immediately, frowning. “Was I too rough, are you okay?”
Noah’s heart flip-flopped behind his ribs. “Yeah, baby. I just want more.”
“More?” Adam asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Yeah?”
“Throw me the lube.”
“You gonna prep yourself?”
Noah shook his head, cock throbbing where it was trapped between his belly and the mattress. “No, I’m gonna prep you.”
“You wanna top?” Adam asked, sounding more surprised than anything.
“I didn’t say I wanted to top,” Noah said. “I just asked for the lube. Don’t you trust me?”
“More than any other person in the world,” Adam said without hesitation, already reaching for the lube in the top drawer of his side table.
“Good, then roll over for me.”
