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starting to build the bridge connecting his erogenous zones. He
ran his other palm over his chest, distracting himself with the caresses as
Adam’s cock demanded more.
    “Almost there,” Adam said, still seeming utterly in control,
cool and calculating. Stephen couldn’t wait to see him reduced to a wreck,
chasing release.
    “Faster,” Stephen said.
    Adam made it deep, hips meeting Stephen’s ass. He sighed,
all his composure melting away, only lust left in its wake. “You sure?”
    “Faster.”
    Adam mastered the angle first, out then back in, again and
again, steady and smooth. More lube, more speed.
    “Rougher,” Stephen said, starting to play with himself.
“Wanna hear that slap. Hear you pant.”
    He got what he’d asked for, the rush of Adam’s hard flesh
coming quicker, harsher. Stephen’s hand sped as well, tightening around his
cock as it grew. Fucking hell, he’d been missing out, choosing only one role to
play for so long.
    “Harder.”
    He saw Adam going crazy as he took the order, saw his
cautiousness fade and aggression grow. The muscles in the chest and arms and
belly stood out as he gripped Stephen’s hips, cock racing. The smell and sounds
of sex filled the unfamiliar room, the most perfect porno ever playing right
here, live and in color for Stephen’s sole consumption.
    “Fuck, you’re tight.”
    Stephen blushed at the comment, humbled and pleased,
equally. “You’re hard.” He stroked his own cock, just as stiff. Adam watched
for a moment then freed a hand to cup Stephen’s balls. The touch seemed to
complete a circuit, pleasure swelling deep in Stephen’s belly, rushing hot
through his veins, down his limbs to his toes and fingers.
    His gaze darted everywhere, from Adam’s cock flashing in and
out between his thighs, to the man’s flushed face, flexed arms, tight abdomen.
“You look so fucking good.”
    “So do you.”
    “Lemme kiss you.”
    Adam lowered to his elbows, hips never losing the rhythm.
Lips and tongues fought to be in control, and the contact and Adam’s flaring
breaths were as hot as his driving cock. Stephen’s fist tightened, knuckles
brushing Adam’s hard stomach as he stroked himself. The pleasure from his dick
fed the sensations of getting fucked, getting kissed, the feedback loop screaming
through his body, speeding him toward the point of no return. He eased his hand
and his mouth, and Adam pushed up on his palms, staring down.
    “Just had to slow down,” Stephen said, panting. “I want to
beat you, but not this soon.”
    It earned him a smirk.
    “Do whatever you want,” Stephen said. “Just let me know when
you’re getting close.”
    Adam leaned back, holding Stephen’s thighs, taking him
slower, deeper, dirtier. Each push brought the brush of his balls and a faint
ache in Stephen’s hips. He hoped he’d feel it the next morning, a sore, happy
reminder of all this to get him through an ugly day of relocating his things,
leaving his old life behind. Moving on. Moving on , his brain echoed,
eyes taking in the man owning his body.
    “Can’t wait to see you lose yourself,” he murmured.
    Adam could only reply in moans. Stephen studied his
expression, those heavy lids, parted lips, pink cheeks. It had been forever
since he’d been allowed to watch a man come undone, and it was hotter than the
taboo or penetration or the need flooding his cock and balls. He felt more
power lying on his back getting claimed than he thought he ever had, fucking
the holy hell out of a prone man.
    “I’m close,” Adam said.
    Stephen could tell for himself, from the way Adam’s
coordination faltered and the gasping breaths he sucked. Stephen fisted himself
tightly, letting go. “Deep. Nice and deep.” He followed the directive himself,
lifting his hips to meet Adam’s thrusts.
    “God.” Adam dropped to his palms again, hammering hard and
frantic. Stephen raced him, punishing his cock with harsh pulls until the
pleasure reached a violent boil.
    “Fuck.