A soft connectedness that he’d never seen before. He looked over at Wes and saw tenderness in his eyes. The aftershocks left him twitching and gasping on the bed, and when Wes collapsed on top of him, kissing his neck softly, he moaned at the ghosts of pleasure. Just as it began to ebb, Wes pinched his nipple and roared his own orgasm, and Adam tumbled back into pleasure. The pressure built and built until Adam thought he would scream, then he was coming in wracking waves of pleasure that tore sounds from his throat he didn’t recognize. Only then did Wes kiss his wet cheeks, slide his hands under Adam’s ass to lift him up, and press them together perfectly. Wes did it again and again until Adam was a sobbing mess. Then he swiveled his hips, twisting and grinding down in a movement that sent sparks shooting up Adam’s spine. When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Wes cupped his cheek and said, “You’re so beautiful.” Wes’ thrusts got harder and faster, then just as Adam thought he’d lose it, Wes backed off, leaving Adam panting and desperate. The seam of Wes’ jeans was catching the spot just beneath the head of his cock that always made him come ribbons, and he threw his head back and let Wes have him.

Wes bore down on him, chest rubbing over his sensitive nipples, and ground against him so perfectly Adam saw stars. “Need you, please,” he begged, straining upward. Adam tossed his head on the pillow helplessly. Wes held him and thrust their hips together with perfect force. He cried out and Wes swallowed his cry along with his kiss. Adam shuddered as waves of pleasure tore at him. Wes rolled Adam’s hips up and ground them together, hard and slow. He didn’t even realize he was begging until Wes said, “Okay.” Above him, Wes was fire and steel and laser-focused attention, and Adam threw his head back, overwhelmed by the magnitude of his want. When their erections came into contact they both gasped.īreathing each other’s exhalations, they slowly began to move. Wes devoured his mouth and settled into the space between Adam’s legs. But each time he felt the pleasure begin to crest, Wes would switch sides.Īdam was desperate for more and he pulled Wes down on top of him. Then he began to torment his nipples so exquisitely that Adam wondered if he could come from it. Wes pushed his shirt up slowly, kissing the skin he revealed, until the shirt was around Adam’s neck. Adam had heard that his whole life, and not only in this context.

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