He nodded frantically, crying out when his dick erupted without warning. I blinked in disbelief, staring at the powerful spurts flying high and landing on the mirror, painting it milky white. His seed looked so potent that my mouth watered, but I told myself to be patient. I could always lick it off later. It was the thought that brought me over the edge. I cried and slammed home, holding his hips in a deathly grip while unloading inside him. My dick throbbed with an almost painful release, and for a moment, I was sure I would faint.
It wasn’t until my softening cock slid out of his ass that I collapsed on the bed, breathless and dazed. I stretched my leg to relieve a cramp when I heard Adam move.
“Shit,” he mumbled, checking his ass in the mirror. “Your cum is dripping out of me, man.”
His lack of filter made me shake my head, which I instantly regretted because I was still dizzy as fuck. And I wanted to look at him. At his gaping hole, spread wide by my cock. At my cum running down his thighs. At his sky-blue eyes filled with a mixture of wonder and awe.
When I finally regained my senses, Adam was lying on his stomach. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, and a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. When my gaze fell on his back, I propped myself on my elbow, looking at the scarred flesh with a lump in my throat. I dragged my finger over the fat, white scar that ran from his shoulder to his rib, sickened by the sight.
“Whip?” I guessed.
“Mm-hmm,” Adam hummed into the pillow.
This scar was the longest and the ugliest, but it was surrounded by countless smaller ones. Some were white and thin, while some were fat and almost pink.
“And the others?” I asked him.
Adam shrugged. “Kane, belt, chain, screwdriver… whatever they could get their hands on.”
“Your foster parent?”
“Parents.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“There was a rumor that my father left me a fortune, which couldn’t be further from the truth. As I kept moving from one foster home to another, I had the rotten luck to end up with the scum of the earth. They all wanted that fortune and used whichever means available to pry it out of me.”
It was no wonder he hated his father so much. No wonder he grew up hating the world. At the moment, I hated it too.
“I’m sorry,” I said, kissing his back. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Don’t,” Adam protested. “Don’t kiss it. It’s… corrupted.”
I ignored him, kissing every scar and mark, every bruise and welt, as if I could kiss away the damage and the pain.
“Are those bastards still alive?” I said, not entirely joking. “Is there anyone left I can kill?”
“They are not worthy of you sullying your hands with them, but I think most of them are gone.”
“Have you told this to anyone before?”
“No.”
I knew it. Even before I asked him, I knew it. I also knew that he never said it to anyone before because no one bothered to ask. He looked uncomfortable, though, so I decided to change the subject.
“By the way, I made some room in the closet,” I said after a slight hesitation. “In case you want to bring a few things here… or something.”
Only then did he open his eyes. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
Yes.
“Pfft. No.”
“I’ll need my keys to get my stuff, though,” he mused.
I frowned in confusion. “The keys you gave me? Don’t you have your own set?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Not really.”
