Adrien
Since the first night they kissed, Adrien had wanted Micah and now it was finally happening. Adrien’s heart pounded with the anticipation of finally sliding inside Micah’s body, but he wanted to take his time and make it good for Micah. He’d fantasized about slowly exploring the other man’s body and teasing him into a frenzy before finally taking him. But Micah’s sensuous, excited writhing on top of the rumpled sheets of the bed made it hard for Adrien to maintain control.
Adrien stilled Micah’s naked body, laying a heavy palm on the flat of the man’s belly.
Micah stopped squirming, and Adrien hummed in relief as he lay between Micah’s spread thighs, sucked Micah’s hardness, and worked a lubed digit into his tight opening.
“Ade, yes. Jesus, that feels so good.” Micah grunted quietly, his flesh trembling beneath Adrien’s touch. Adrien’s chest swelled with pleasure at the sound of Micah’s praise. He wanted to hear more of that. Reggie had always topped from the bottom, never really yielding. He’d given Adrien commands as they fucked, or just ridden Adrien like he was nothing more than a sex toy. Then after, he’d criticize Adrien’s performance in bed even when they’d both achieved orgasm. It was just one more way that Reggie had beaten Adrien down emotionally.
But Micah’s softly spoken words mended his damaged pride and gently flooded his insides with warmth. Each moan, each sigh, each expression of pleasure from Micah kicked up Adrien’s desire and confidence, driving him to please Micah even more. He loved how responsive the man was.
Adrien sought more of those sweet sounds and savored the mildly bitter taste of the man’s smooth hard flesh against his tongue, breathing in the smell of Micah’s skin—a mix of sweat and coffee beans. Micah had been self-conscious about not having taken a shower before they’d gone out, but his scent made Adrien salivate to taste and inhale more of him.
He sank his mouth farther down the man’s shaft, easily deep-throating him as he pushed a second finger inside Micah to continue prepping him.
“Nnnnggg—” Micah moaned, spreading his legs a little wider and pressing back against Adrien’s digits, seeking out his pleasure. The slick tight feel of Micah around him and the symphony of whimpers and pants coming from the man made Adrien want to add sight to this trio of sensation.
He pulled off Micah’s shaft with a pop and looked down at Micah’s stretched red ring and his shaking body. God, he was beautiful. Micah was stretched out over the blue and white striped sheets of Adrien’s bed, naked and chest heaving. Micah’s neck and cheeks were flushed and the muscles in his spread thighs flexed with tension as Adrien slowly worked open his hole. Adrien wanted to touch every inch of Micah’s sweat-dampened skin with his lips, learn the contours and taste of every inch of Micah’s body. But he’d have to save that for another night.
Micah looked wild and unguarded—totally open. At work, even when he joked around, Micah was always controlled and cautious. Adrien’s heart expanded and he smiled as he realized that Micah trusted him enough to be vulnerable, to stop looking over his shoulder for just a few hours. The thought heightened both Adrien’s protective instincts and his libido, and Adrien’s dick jerked with the urge to take the place of his fingers. He just needed to make sure Micah was absolutely ready.
He wasn’t certain if Micah had ever had anal sex before, and to be honest, after his experiences with Reggie, Adrien couldn’t deny that he doubted his lovemaking skills. It was imperative to him that this feel good—for the both of them.
Adrien pumped inside Micah, once, twice, three times, then on the fourth stroke, twisted his wrist and grazed the spongy ball of nerves inside.
“Nnnnngggg,” Micah growled, his head falling back as he pulled his legs back farther to give Adrien better access to his opening and pushed back against Adrien’s hand. Lust slammed into Adrien’s sternum, making him breathless, and his nostrils flared at the sight of Micah chasing his pleasure as he rode Adrien’s hand.
Adrien responded to Micah’s searching movements by massaging Micah’s p-spot and running his free hand up the inside of Micah’s pale, hairy thighs. A minute later, he took Adrien’s fingers easily, letting Adrien know that he was prepped enough to take Adrien’s cock. Adrien groaned with excitement—it was time. Relief flooded him, because he didn’t think he could hold out much longer himself.
He pulled his fingers from Micah’s body and reached for the condom he’d left on his side table, his hands shaking with anticipation as he realized his fantasy of fucking Micah was about to come true. As he considered how he wanted to take his man for the first time, his gut fluttered with nerves as whispers of Reggie’s criticisms floated in his head. But then he looked down at the beautiful guy in front of him and silenced the voice in his head. Adrien wasn’t about to let the ghost of his fiancé come between him and Micah. Not tonight. Reggie was dead, and so was that insecure bundle of nerves that Adrien had been before. He focused on Micah and breathed deep, settling the butterflies in his belly.
“You ready for the real thing, baby?” Adrien asked, his voice shaking with excitement as he ran his hand up the inside of Micah’s thigh.
“God, yes.” Micah breathed out, his eyes heavy lidded. “How do you want me?”
Adrien lubricated his sheathed cock, rock hard at the sight of Micah naked and quivering in his bed. His fair skin was flushed and damp, his knees bent with his feet flat against the mattress and his legs as wide as they could go. Adrien wanted to feast on him, wanted to fuck him in every position possible, but he’d start with something that would make it easier to penetrate Micah.
“Knees and elbows, here at the edge of the bed.” Micah shifted, and Adrien moved behind him quickly, savoring the sight of him on his knees, his back arched and his ass in the air.
Micah’s damp hole winked at Adrien from between fair, fuzzy, muscular cheeks. Adrien pressed forward with a hand to Micah’s hip and guided the head of his shaft to Micah’s puckered bud.
“Clench real tight, babe. Tight as you can,” Adrien instructed.
When Micah had followed his directions, he pressed forward a little more.
“Okay, release—” Adrien slid forward as Micah’s muscles relaxed.
Micah sighed and dropped his head. He’d taken Adrien beautifully, like his hole was made for Adrien’s cock. Adrien bent forward, pressing a kiss to the middle of Micah’s spine.
Then he patiently worked the rest of his cock inside his man. Finally, the base of his shaft kissed Micah’s cheeks. Micah tightened around his length, and Adrien closed his eyes against the warmth and focused on his breathing, trying to keep himself from pounding them both to orgasm.
Holy, hell. Micah felt amazing. Adrien sucked in a breath and lowered his forehead to Micah’s back briefly. He savored the smooth heat of Micah’s snug channel as he gave a short thrust, making Micah shiver.
Sure, Adrien hadn’t fucked anyone since his ex, and fucking anyone would have felt amazing. But being with Micah magnified the pleasure. Micah had let Adrien in, emotionally and now physically, even though he had more to lose. Adrien was his boss, and Micah was at Adrien’s mercy if this went south. But Micah had still taken a chance and given his trust.
That trust meant the world to Adrien. He doubted himself every day, knowing how his family saw him and after Reggie had shredded his confidence. But being with Micah, and now being inside Micah in the most intimate way possible, it built up Adrien’s crushed spirit. He wanted to make Micah feel just as good.
He slowly rocked in and out with long, measured thrusts.
“Oh God, fuck. So, fucking full. God, harder, Ade,” Micah whispered.
Adrien didn’t have to be told twice. He pressed down on Micah’s back with one hand and smacked his ass with the other before gripping his hip so tight he’d leave a bruise. He let his hips fly, the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and moans filling the room as Micah pressed his forehead to the mattress and pushed back against Adrien.
“Wait.” Micah reached a hand behind him and rubbed Adrien’s thigh before sitting up on his knees.
Adrien molded himself to Micah’s back as the man turned his head. Their mouths joined in a dirty, wet kiss, their tongues circling as they shared breaths. Micah felt so fucking good. Better than Adrien ever imagined. He wanted to drown in the feel of that smooth back, tight ass, and rough hands.
Micah’s soft sweet sounds were just as stimulating, driving Adrien to the edge of his control, making him feel feral with lust. God, he needed more.
He pulled Micah closer, breaking their kiss, and wrapped his palm around Micah’s cock.
“Fuck. Adrien—yes.” Micah ground out, throwing an arm behind him and wrapping his hand around Adrien’s neck, pulling them closer together.
But Adrien still wasn’t deep enough. He pulled out.
“Wha—” Micah looked over his shoulder, panting, but Adrien cut him off, tugging at his hip.
“On your back, babe,” he said, twisting Micah’s heavy body around then pushing him down on the bed. Adrien grabbed Micah’s upper thighs, spread them, and with a show of strength that surprised even him, tugged Micah’s bulk down the bed a few inches so his ass hung just over the edge, his entrance readily accessible to Adrien’s length.
Adrien braced himself, placing his hands behind Micah’s knees before plunging back inside. He groaned at the depth of the new angle, and Micah squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back, mouth open as one hand wrapped around his dick. His response sent a lick of fire through Adrien’s belly.
God, he could stay in Micah all night, but as Micah spasmed around his cock, he knew he only had a few more minutes. Adrien leaned forward to bring their lips together again. Micah squeezed his eyes closed as he bit his lip, his face contorted in pleasure. But the need to see Micah’s eyes as he came suddenly overwhelmed Adrien. He wanted Micah to see how good he made Adrien feel and to see the pleasure and joy that being inside him brought Adrien.
He ran his fingers through Micah’s hair, gripping his scalp as he slowly stroked into him. “Open your eyes, baby.”
Micah lifted his lids and stared up at Adrien, his mouth hanging open. As Adrien increased his pace, Micah’s hole fluttered around him, making his balls draw up against his body. He was so close. He pressed his lips to Micah’s and coaxed him along.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Give me that come. Let me hear you.” Adrien adjusted the angle of his thrusts, drawing back and bracing himself by clutching Micah behind the knees again.
“Ahh!” Micah cried out. “Right there, fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
Adrien grinned then pounded into Micah, growling as his own orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. He looked down at Micah who was staring back at him, a look of surprise on his face as come spurted from his cock onto his chest.
“Mmmmmh.” Micah moaned, biting his lip, his entire body tensing as he clamped down on Adrien.
That sent Adrien over the edge. His balls tightened, and he squeezed Micah’s legs, which he was still holding up, growling and pumping into the man until his dick became too sensitive to stay inside Micah.
He pulled out and lay next to a soft, drowsy, fucked-out Micah who gave him a wobbly smile. Adrien had never seen anyone more gorgeous. His heart lurched and he leaned over for a kiss.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said before pulling away.
Micah kissed him back then spoke against his lips. “Best birthday ever.”
Adrien got up with the promise to be right back and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. When he got back, Micah had moved up the bed to lounge against the headboard as he wiped off his chest with a wad of tissues.
“Here, let me,” Adrien said, climbing onto the bed beside Micah with a damp wash towel.
They were quiet as Adrien wiped Micah down, but instead of feeling awkward, the silence felt affectionate…comforting. Adrien disposed of the towel in the bathroom and came back to find Micah standing beside the bed, focused on slipping into his underwear. He frowned.
“You’re leaving?”
Micah looked over at him, eyes wide with confusion. “Um. Well, I usually go home after we hang out…”
Hang out. Micah’s description of what they had done bothered Adrien.
Standing naked before Micah, Adrien became self-conscious. He reached for the towel on the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around his waist. He’d removed his contacts in the bathroom and slipped on his glasses but hadn’t thought to put anything else on, excited at the prospect of cuddling Micah in the buff all night. But Micah was right—he didn’t usually stay over after sex.
Adrien knew they weren’t exactly dating—they hadn’t been anywhere together until their trip to Collars and Cuffs. But they were certainly doing more than hanging out. Maybe it was time to make that distinction.
“Well, uh, would you like to stay the night?” Adrien asked, rubbing a hand across his belly.
Micah blinked. Swallowed. “I would. But…do you want me to? Don’t feel like—” Micah paused and looked down before looking back up at Adrien. “You don’t have to feel obligated to make this into something it’s not. I want to stay, but I’m completely okay with you not wanting the same thing.” He trailed off then focused on his hands.
What did Adrien want?
Adrien remembered the pain that twisted his gut when Micah had told him that fantasies of being home were better than the reality. Recalled his pride at lighting up Micah’s face when they brought out his birthday cake. The way Micah had just come undone beneath him.
He knew the answer to that question.
Adrien walked to the other side of the bed and slipped in before yanking the sheet down on the other side of the bed.
After a few seconds, Micah took off his briefs and slid under the cover before Adrien cut off the lights. The two drifted toward each other, lying on their backs before Adrien turned on his side, throwing an arm over Micah’s belly and resting his head against the man’s shoulder.
Micah’s hand rested on top of his, and he smiled at how comfortable and right it felt to fall asleep next to his sweet Micah.
***
Adrien cracked an eye open at the sound of rustling to his right. He felt hungover. He and Micah had fucked twice more during the night, and after a quick rinse in the shower, they’d drifted off, wrapped up in each other just as dawn broke.
Now, Adrien’s lover was pulling up his pants, his back to Adrien. Despite being completely exhausted, Adrien still didn’t want him to leave.
He didn’t just want to fuck Micah. He wanted to spend time with him. Outside of the coffee shop…outside of this bedroom. Micah must have heard him, because he turned toward the bed after buttoning his pants.
“Hey, good morning,” he said, his voice raspy with sleep, his hair disheveled.
“Morning.” Adrien pushed himself up and sat against the headboard. “You taking off already.”
Micah nodded and reached for the shirt he’d worn to Adrien’s place before he borrowed another shirt to wear to the club last night.
“I heard your family upstairs, and I think they may have even come down and knocked on the room door.” Micah pulled on the shirt.
Adrien looked over at the time. It was nearly noon, hours later than when he typically got up. No wonder they’d come down.
“Yeah, we usually have family brunch every Sunday. They’re just about to get started upstairs,” Adrien explained. Micah smiled but the motion was strained.
“Well, I’d better get going then. Don’t want to make you late,” Micah said, then hesitated before sitting on the edge of the bed and running his palms down his thighs. “Thanks for making my birthday special, Adrien.” Micah looked at him, his brown eyes soft and sincere in the morning light.
“No one has ever done anything like that for me, and it meant so much.” Micah stared down, at his hands.
“And I know that you’ve been hurt in the past and that I’ve got a lot of baggage. And that I work for you.” Micah huffed out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck.
“But I just, I didn’t want to leave this morning without being totally clear about how I feel about you.”
“And how is that?” Adrien asked, his heart racing, his palms damp.
Micah gave him a sad, slow smile. “I like you. So. Fucking. Much. And I don’t want what we have to be confined to hidden touches at work and your parents’ basement apartment—lovely as said apartment may be. And I don’t really know what to do about that.” Micah looked away.
Adrien’s heart stuttered at the look of defeat on Micah’s face. Micah expected Adrien to reject him. Adrien hated the thought of it.
“How about breakfast at my favorite diner on Main Street?” Adrien asked.
Micah’s head snapped around, his eyes huge with surprise. “What about brunch with your family?”
Adrien shrugged. “I can go next Sunday. And maybe a few Sundays after that, you can join me.”
Micah’s face shimmered with happiness, sending small pops of pleasure throughout Adrien’s body. He let himself hope it would be the first of many Sunday brunches together.