Landon licked the line of Adam’s collar, humming at the flavor of salt.
Adam chuckled, the other hand coming up to cup the back of Landon’s head. Lord have mercy, he wanted him some of that. He licked again, nibbling along Adam’s collarbone.
“You got a good mouth, Landon.”
Oh, how hard did it make him to hear Adam say his name?
He worked buttons open, one after another. Adam’s chest hairs tickled his fingers, curly and wiry. He tugged a little, laughing when Adam grunted. Then those little brown nipples appeared from beneath the cloth, and he had to pinch. That made Adam jerk, stare down at him, and he grinned up. Landon liked it—stood to reason someone else would.
“Lord.” Adam kissed him, and it made his head spin, made his hands flatten on Adam’s chest.
He curled his fingers, and his hips rolled, driving against Adam’s belly. Adam broke to breathe, touching him, tugging at his clothes. Landon sucked in, his abs rippling as Adam baredhim, just stripped him naked. The man stared at him, greedy as anything, those pretty eyes eating him up. Christ, it felt good.
Adam pushed his legs apart, spread him, and he went with it, refusing to tense up. No, he could do this, wanted this. He breathed deep, letting Adam pet him, stroke his skin. He shifted, legs sliding on the blankets, his toes curling up tight.
“Touch me, too.” Adam grabbed his hand, moving it down that wide chest and flat belly.
“Fuck, yes.” He could do that. Hell, he was happy as a bug in a rug to get the chance to explore. Sorta stupid that he hadn’t thought to do it ere now.
Adam grunted when he scraped his fingers over one hip bone, those long legs moving against his.
Oh, hot spot. He went with it, humming like he would at a new horse, touching that same bit of skin again. It had the same reaction, Adam rocking against him, those hands moving on Landon in return. Landon’s eyelids drooped as he focused. He weren’t no traiteur like Sister, but he knew horseflesh, and he knew the signs of pleasure.
Adam’s fingers slid down past his ass, pressing at the skin between his balls and his hole, the sudden pressure making him cry out.
He bucked, feeling like he was riding for a half second. Well, maybe more than that. More than eight seconds, even.
“You like that.” Adam’s chuckle was filthy, dirty as mud down in the swamp. The man knew just where to touch, just what would make Landon squirm.
“I do, me.” And he wanted more of it, too. He dragged his fingers around the swollen tip of Adam’s cock, the touch tracing the ridges.
“There. That’s good.” Adam shifted, rubbing, giving him more skin, more touch.
“Yes.” He circled, then pushed the tip of one finger against Adam’s slit.
Adam countered with a tap at Landon’s hole, pushing in to the first knuckle.
Oh, damn. Damn. He curled up, his shoulders leaving the sheets. The feeling scraped along every nerve ending he had, just making him crazy. He might just fly.
“Tight. Damn, kid.”
“Not a kid, Vieux.”
“No? I sure feel as old as you call me around you.” Adam grinned for him, but there was a bitter tilt to that amazing mouth.
He stroked Adam from base to tip. “Ain’t no wrinkles here.”
“No. No, that stays young through hard workouts.” They grinned like fools, before Adam shut them up with another kiss.
Kissing the man could be Landon’s new favorite thing, ever, swear to God, and he pushed into it, kissing Adam with all he was. Their mouths moved, Adam slanting one way to get a deeper touch, their lips bruising right up.
He squeezed tight, and he tugged on Adam’s dick, the act instinctive, immediate.
Adam groaned against his mouth, that finger sliding deeper inside Landon’s body, brushing against something that left him covered in gooseflesh, shaking. He jerked, dancing a little, his cock so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.
“Mmmhmm.” One brush became something with a rhythm, and Landon moved with it. He just—he had no idea what else to do. All his body wanted was more Adam. He didn’t know if he was doing it right, but Adam didn’t seem to be bitching.
No. Adam was all over him, in fact, so he must be doing okay. Maybe better, the way those fingers worked him.
