“I’ll do that thing you’re always reading about in your web comics and fanfics. The ones you don’t think I see.” Noah’s breath caught, a tiny whimper escaping. Adam bit his earlobe hard. “You think I don’t see how many times you return to those episodes that have sounding?”
Noah’s nails dug into Adam’s thigh, hips jerking. “Wh-what?” he managed.
“Are you gonna deny it?” Noah gave a jerky shake of his head. “I never would have pegged you for that particular fetish. Though I guess it wasn’t listed under hard limits so maybe I should have.”
Adam worked his cock faster, getting a sick charge out of the way Noah’s breath hitched. He was scared. He was embarrassed. He definitely thought this little kink of his was something he would take to the grave. But Adam didn’t believe in secrets, especially not between spouses.
“Is it something you fantasize about? Do you want to try it?Do you think you’d like it? Maybe you just like the idea of it. Which part is it that turns you on the most? The pain? How taboo it is? Do you have a secret medical kink I don’t know about? Do you just want to be stuffed in every hole at once?”
Noah’s breath hitched and he stifled a moan, coming into Adam’s fist a second time. Adam stared at him in shock. Had he come just from that alone? God, he was such a little freak. Adam loved that about him.
When he looked at Noah’s face there were tears on his cheeks. Adam pressed his cum covered fingers past Noah’s lips, fucking them into his mouth while he sucked them clean. “Are you embarrassed, baby?”
Noah nodded, tearfully.
“Don’t be. It’s hot. So hot. You know how much I love torturing you…consensually, of course,” he teased, kissing his cheek. It was burning hot. When Noah’s tears didn’t stop, Adam gave him an apologetic look, using his thumbs to wipe his tears. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to tease you. We all have our weird things. Do you want to go home or finish watching the movies?”
“I want to finish watching the movies.”
Adam smiled. “Okay, but you have to stop crying.”
“Everyone’s crying, it’s a sad part,” Noah noted, tone sulky.
Adam glanced up to see Emma Thompson barely holding it together as she held a CD in her hands. “Okay, that’s fair, but you being sad is making me feel weird in my stomach, like an itch I can’t scratch. Tell me what I have to do to make you feel better? Do you want a back massage when we get home? A foot rub? A-Another dog?”
Noah’s eyes lit up. Adam mentally kicked himself. He fell for this shit every time. At this rate they were going to have to get licensed as some kind of sanctuary.
Adam huffed out a sigh. “Fine. Is that all?”
“And I want a coke slushie…and peanut M&M’s,” Noah said, giving a delicate sniff that was definitely just to make Adam feel like an asshole.
“Okay, baby. I got you.”
He left Noah cuddled in the bed, walking into the lobby with a stupid smile on his face. Sure, he’d embarrassed Noah just a little, but it had clearly turned him on. He’d come a second time in like half an hour. That was amazing. Noah had no reason to hide things from Adam. He’d give him anything. He’d do anything. Hell, if he wanted to tie Adam up and shove a rod in his dick, he’d take it. Hell, he’d probably even like it. He’d do all of that and more for Noah.
Even a goddamn dog sanctuary.
Adam whistled all the way to the concession stand.
LUCAS
“Do you know why we’re all sitting here right now?” August asked patiently.
“Cuz we’re in trouble…again,” Adelyn said.
Lucas shifted on August’s lap, earning a soft grunt from his husband, whose hands tightened on his hips, like he was trying to remind him not to wiggle so much.
They sat in the living room of their home, the only lights from the Christmas tree in the corner and the fireplace itself. It cast ominous shadows on the faces of their three otherwise cherubic children who all sat across from them in a line. Alastair had sandwiched himself between his sisters as he always did, mimicking their crossed arms and huffy expressions.
Lucas gave them what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “You’re not…in trouble, exactly. We just need to have a talk about boundaries.”
“What’s a boundaries?” Allister asked.
“Boundaries are lines of comfort that you don’t cross. And everyone’s boundaries are different,” Lucas explained.
“If they’re all different, how are we supposed to know what their boundaries are until we’ve crossed them?” Adelyn asked, staring at them with a bored look on her face.
“You ask,” August said sternly. “But even without asking, you should have known that your behavior was not okay.”
