Adam only hesitated for a minute, then complied. Once on his belly, Noah hovered over him, brushing his lips over the side of his neck, just over his pulse. He kissed his way down his spine before sitting back on his calves between Adam’s knees. He ran his hands up Adams hairy thighs, then gripped his ass, enjoying the give of his skin.
“Ass up, baby,” Noah taunted softly, fingers teasing over his hole.
“This wasn’t at all what I had in mind when I invoked the Santa clause.”
“Well, you should have read the contract more carefully,” Noah said, smacking Adam’s ass cheek lightly.
Adam grumbled, but did as Noah asked. “This feels…weird.”
Noah shook his head, both amused and turned on seeing his husband splayed out before him like his favorite meal. He pressed his lips to one cheek, then the other, before spreading him, smiling when Adam groaned into the pillow.
Noah leaned forward, dragging his tongue from Adam’s balls to his hole, fingers digging into muscle as Adam jerked away from him instinctively.
“Why are you flinching? It's not like I've never done this before.”
“Not like this,” Adam said, not sounding grumpy so much as…vulnerable.
“I let you do this to me all the time,” Noah reminded, kitten licking around his rim, feeling him clench each time he made contact. “What do you think I’m gonna do back here?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem.”
Noah smiled, grabbing the lube, coating his palm before reaching between Adam’s legs. He closed his fist around Adam’s cock, slowly working it up and down just once as he speared his tongue to his rim. “Want me to stop?”
“No,” Adam gasped, voice shakier than Noah had ever heard it.
Adam had done this to him a million times, eaten him out while jerking him off. Noah knew how overwhelming it couldfeel. He hadn’t thought getting Adam in this position would be something he fought him on. Noah had topped before. Sure, it was only a couple of times and neither of them had particularly enjoyed the role reversal, but they had tried it.
But Noah wasn’t trying to fuck him, he just wanted to make him come so hard he forgot his own name.
He continued his slow tug of Adam’s cock as he went back to licking at teasing at his hole, his own dick aching from neglect. It didn’t matter though. Every time Noah sucked at him, licked over him like his favorite candy, Adam would make the sexiest fucking sounds. Sometimes they were low moans, other times this sort of breathy whine.
“Noah,” Adam gasped, when he sped up his hand, working him with purpose, like he was going to let him come. He stopped when he felt Adam thrusting into his tightened hand.
Adam growled in frustration. “You’re pushing your luck.”
“Shh,” Noah said, releasing him to grab the lube again.
Once he coated his fingers, he rubbed them over Adam’s hole. He jerked away almost instinctively, then pressed back against him.
“You want it?” Noah asked. He wasn’t teasing. He genuinely needed to hear him say it.
“Yeah,” Adam breathed, hips swaying closer.
Noah pressed one finger inside, both of them groaning. Adam was so fucking hot and tight inside. It was dizzying. He was so beautiful and he was all his. This crazy psychopathic killer would do anything for him, even be this vulnerable for him. There was a weird sort of power in thatbut it also made his heart feel too big for his chest.
He forced himself to concentrate, exploring until he found what he was looking for. Adam made a strangled sound as Noah crooked his finger against that bundle of nerves.
“There it is,” he mumbled to himself.
He worked his finger in and out, making sure to massage that bundle of nerves each time until Adam’s thighs were trembling and he was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Noah kept his finger buried but stopped moving, fisting Adam’s cock once again, working him slowly.
“Gonna add another finger, okay?” Noah asked.
“Mm,” Adam grunted.
Noah pulled out, then returned with two fingers, keeping the same rhythm, abusing his prostate as he jerked him off. Adam was whining, working himself back onto Noah’s fingers before thrusting into his fist. God, he was so gorgeous, so perfect.
Noah couldn’t stop himself from kissing, then biting the flesh of his ass cheek as he watched him fall apart. He got it now. Why Adam was always leaving marks, bruises, bites. He wanted to claim Adam somehow, in some deep primal way. He wanted to leave something of himself behind. Was this how Adam felt every day? Was this why he’d insisted Noah get the snake tattoo so quickly after they’d met? So he could feel ownership of him?
