“Well, if you insist,” I tease, reaching down to stroke Adam’s cock. “You know, now is probably not the best time since you aren’t exactly of sound mind, but…could I top this time? Could I…” Running my fingers down his shaft, I sink them into his pouch. “Here?”
Through mutual exploration, we’ve discovered that Adam’s asshole isn’t sensitive in the slightest, but the pouch that hides his cock when it’s not erect is another matter entirely. Sometimes I could get him to come just by stroking him inside, without even touching his cock.
“I mean, you’d still have to be the one moving, but… I thought perhaps you’d want to try that one day?”
Tilting his head, Adam looks between my cock and his pouch, and I can almost hear the gears turning as his still sluggish brain puts the pieces together. I really shouldn’t have asked him now that he can’t think straight, but it just slipped out when his cock…yeah, when it slipped out. Pun not intended.
I know Adam has a lightbulb moment when his breath catches and he shoves his tongue back into my mouth. My pants disappear with a swipe of claws and sound of tearing fabric, and while it shows Adam’s primal side is still in charge, I find it incredibly hot. A hand, already slick with Adam’s naturallubrication, wraps around my cock, stroking it languidly as Adam devours my mouth. I try to stroke him back, but my brain doesn’t seem capable of it. Now it’s me who’s reduced to following basic instincts, and all it took was a kiss and a touch.
My brain is still trying to figure out the logistics, but Adam is already way ahead of me. Flattening the spikes along his spine, he rolls onto his back, bringing me with him until I’m lying on top of him, our cocks trapped between our bodies and rubbing together in sweet torture.
“Fuck,” I moan, wishing I could move my hips enough to rub against him harder. “Adam…”
“Jaime,” comes the response that would bring tears to my eyes if I weren’t so incredibly horny. “My Jaime.”
I think I hear someone gasp, but I block it out. It’s just Adam and me here, and we both need to reassure ourselves that the other is alive, that we’re safe, and that the connection between us still exists.
“You need to help me here, Adam.” I’d love nothing more than to grab him and pound into him, but that isn’t an option. I can roll my hips back and forth a bit when I engage my abs, but that’s about it.
Fortunately, Adam understands my struggle. Grabbing my hips with two hands, he makes sure my legs are settled properly against him before lifting me up and lining our bodies together. It takes some figuring out, and if he didn’t have four hands, we might not have managed it at all, but all of that is forgotten the moment my cock sinks into him.
“Fuuuck. Adam. Fuck.” He’s hot and slick, and so tight I feel like I might explode instantly.
“Jaime. My Jaime,” Adam whispers, his hands slowly guiding me deeper. Once I’m fully seated, we share a trembling breath and another messy kiss. Adam’s body tightens around me, and my moans become incoherent as he moves me in and out likehe’s fucking himself, using my body as a sex toy. It’s so damned erotic I have to close my eyes and think of something else, anything else, just to avoid coming straight away. I need him to be there with me when I come.
Bracing myself against his chest, I lift my upper body just enough to snake a hand between us and grab his cock, which has been steadily slicking our bodies with pre-cum, the spikes tickling my abdomen. Adam’s gasp melts into a moan as I stroke him slow and steady. As his body tightens around me once again, I cry out, almost on the edge. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck.”
“Jaime. My Jaime. My mate. Forever,” Adam moans, somehow proving himself more eloquent than me.
“Yes. Forever,” I manage to answer as my balls draw in, my muscles locking with the approaching orgasm. As I give Adam the last few strokes, I lose the battle with my body and tumble over the edge into the swirling vortex of pleasure. My cock jerks and kicks as I shoot my load inside of Adam’s body. The spikes on his cock harden as he comes, his release splashing across our stomachs and chests. Overwhelmed by sensation, I can only whimper and moan as his body tightens around me, setting off more tremors and milking the last of my cum from me. “Fuck. I. Yes. Fuck.”
Adam chuffs into my hair. “Yes. Fuck,” he echoes, sounding almost like he’s teasing me. We lie there in companionable silence for a long while, neither of us willing to move as we come down from our highs. “Jaime,” Adam sighs eventually. Not a question, just my name.
“Adam.” I kiss his chest before lifting myself up on my forearms to look at him. “It’s good to have you back. I knew you were in there. Everything is going to be okay now, I promise. Well, my pants probably won’t be, but everything else is.”
Confused, Adam looks around until his gaze falls on the torn fabric. “Oh.”
“That’s fine. It was super hot. My ass is kind of cold now, though. This place is much colder than that cave of yours.”
“Yes. Pain?” he asks, sliding his hand down my hips, presumably to massage my legs.
My heart somersaults at his thoughtfulness. “I’m fine right now. Adam, I told you when you were unconscious, but that doesn’t really count, so…” Suddenly nervous, I hesitate. Should I tell him? “I know you have a lot on your plate right now and I should probably let you deal with it first, but back there, when I thought you were going to die, that we were both going to die, I realized that life is too short and… Damn, I’m blabbering again. I love you, Adam.”
He does one of those insane moves where he practically folds his neck in half to get his face to my level. Carefully cupping my cheeks, he presses his lips to mine in what is not exactly a kiss. “Jaime, you are mine. My mate. I love you too.”
The wave of happiness washing over me is so strong that not even the whispered “This is impossible!” from the speakers can spoil my mood. I do indicate to Adam that we should move to a less compromising position, though, and we use some of the cloth scraps to clean ourselves.
Covering my cock with the remains of my pants, I look up at the camera with a sigh. “So, you’ve been watching.”
Someone clears their throat on the other side. “We turned the video feed off,” one of the doctors replies hesitantly.
I snort. “Oh, so you were just listening. That’s so much better. Is my brother there?”
“Um, no. Your brother and Captain Rokesh left once you, uh…”
“Small miracles, huh? Look, if you’re gonna be creepy peeping toms, can you at least bring us some clean clothes and something to wash ourselves with? And food,” I add as an afterthought. I doubt Adam had eaten much, given the state he was in when I arrived.
“Wiggletails,” Adam says, grinning at me. “Worms. Jaime loves worms.”
