Adrien
“You two go on and head back to the guesthouse,” Rhina said as she shooed Micah and Adrien toward the back door. “Micah cooked, so I’ll finish up these dishes.”
“Are you sure?” Micah asked. Rhina nodded, handing them the jackets they’d hung on the hook beside the door as she followed them to the porch.
“Adrien, it was so nice to meet you. Let’s do this again,” she said, giving him tight squeeze.
“Nice to meet you too, Rhina. And tell Caleb good night for me,” he said as he waved, following Micah across the yard to the guesthouse.
Adrien had enjoyed himself, but he was relieved his first official dinner with Rhina and Caleb was over. He’d been nervous ever since Micah had invited him to have dinner at his place the week before Christmas.
At first, Micah had billed it as an early Christmas dinner since they’d decided not to spend the holiday together.
They’d had their first fight about that. Adrien wanted Micah to come with him to a big gathering with his extended family, and Micah said he didn’t think they’d been together long enough to spend a major holiday together. Adrien had been stunned and hurt. He’d thought that was ridiculous and said as much, but quickly backed off when Micah had gone silent on him, digging his heels in.
Eventually they’d compromised and agreed to exchange gifts Christmas night and watch movies together at Micah’s place. Then, when the pre-Christmas dinner date had drawn closer, Micah had asked Adrien how he’d feel about sharing the meal with Rhina and Caleb.
Terrified. That was how he’d feel.
What if they hated him? What if Rhina was still secretly in love with Micah? What if Adrien was a complete klutz and spilled red wine all over Rhina’s white couch? Luckily, none of those things had happened—Rhina didn’t even have a white couch—and Adrien had gotten on well with both her and Caleb.
Seeing the growing affection between father and son made Micah even more attractive to Adrien. He’d secretly enjoyed the domesticity of it all, with Micah cooking at the stove, a dishtowel over his shoulder, his sleeves pushed up to reveal tanned, veiny forearms lightly dusted with fine blond hair.
Watching him in the kitchen all night had slowly worked Adrien up. Adrien and Rhina had sat at the table, watching Micah cook and Caleb assist, chatting over wine and getting to know each other. By the end of the meal, Adrien had been relaxed and sated…but hungry for his man.
So, when they made it back to Micah’s guesthouse, Adrien was shaking with the need to touch Micah. Most of the time they were so needy for each other that getting undressed and prepping were just things to get through to get to the main event. But not tonight.
Tonight everything slowed down.
They slowly undressed each other, exploring with fingertips and featherlight kisses every inch of skin revealed. They lingered over birthmarks, beauty marks, and scars. Then when they’d finally stripped each other, they fell into bed, Micah between Adrien’s thighs. Usually, Micah crawled into Adrien’s lap or pulled Adrien on top of him. But tonight Micah took the lead, and Adrien let him, finding Micah’s more dominant side just as sexy as his submissive side.
They locked each other in a breath-stealing kiss as Adrien lifted his legs and wrapped them around Micah’s thick waist, enjoying the weight of Micah’s body on him. No matter how many times they fucked, or how close they held each other, Adrien could never get enough.
He ran his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of Micah’s neck with one hand and gripped Micah’s fuzzy ass with the other, pulling him closer. Then Micah made him moan as he ran a hand up the inside Adrien’s thigh, pulling Adrien’s leg higher against his torso.
This opened him up more to Micah, and he relaxed his hips, letting his legs fall open wider and rubbing their dicks together. Micah’s dick jumped against Adrien’s, and he undulated against Micah more to create that sweet friction.
“Mmmh, fuck yes.” Micah growled against Adrien’s lips as the two of them rocked against each other.
Adrien moaned at the feel of Micah’s stubble grazing his skin as Micah released his lips and licked and kissed down the side of his neck. He dropped his head back to give Micah better access.
“Want to taste more of you,” Micah said against Adrien’s collarbone before licking it with the flat of his tongue and then smoothly latching on to one of Adrien’s nipples.
“Oh. Fuck,” Adrien cried out, arching off the bed a bit, losing the rhythm they’d gotten going as they’d humped each other. But the feel of Micah playing with his nipples pushed a shaft of arousal down to his dick like there was a direct line between the two body parts. “Fuck yes, that feels so goddamned good,” he whined.
That must have encouraged Micah, because he shifted, giving Adrien’s other nipple the same thorough treatment, sucking it between his lips, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue then rolling it gently with his teeth, firing up Adrien’s cock yet again. Their skin dampened with sweat, and Micah’s ministrations had made Adrien’s skin extra-sensitive all over, heightening his awareness of certain things…like the starchy fresh linens grazing roughly against his back, the silky hairs on Micah’s belly brushing against Adrien’s smooth flesh. His body lit up with shockwaves, and he shook.
Micah pulled back, his hand rubbing the dip between Adrien’s pecs, sending more jolts through his body.
“You cold, baby?” Micah asked.
“No, just feels so fucking good,” Adrien answered honestly. “You touching me, it’s like electricity running through me.”
Micah’s golden eyes, framed by long, thick, light lashes, softened, reminding Adrien of the peak of sunset, so striking Adrien couldn’t look away.
Micah smiled. “Well, I love touching you. Like seeing the way you respond to me.” Micah traced a fingertip down Adrien’s sternum, pulling a sharp breath from the man.
“Seeing you lose control makes me feel ten feet fucking tall.” Micah’s eyes dipped then met Adrien’s again looking very serious. “Like I have something to offer this world. You give meaning to my sorry ass existence.”
Adrien felt a tear slip from his eye. “Oh, baby.” His chest burst right open at Micah’s words, and he tipped his face up for a kiss. There had been lots of sex in Adrien’s past. Good sex even. But none of it had been this intimate, this meaningful to him.
With Micah, sex was about more than getting off. Security, comfort, belonging, love—that was what he felt when he and Micah fucked. The petal softness of Micah’s lips on his lips then, seconds later, feathering along his belly made him look down right before Micah’s breath wafted over the tip of his cock.
Micah glanced up and winked at him, before running his hands up the back of Adrien’s thighs and pushing them back and out. Adrien’s body was primed with tension, waiting to see where Micah would touch him next, his hips rolling minutely in a silent plea to do something, anything, involving his cock.
Micah must have read his body just right, because after placing twin kisses on the inside of both of Adrien’s thighs, he took Adrien in his mouth, right down to the base of Adrien’s shaft.
“Holy, hell, Micah—baby! Nnngh.”
Every time Micah went down on him felt just as good as the first time, and the man had only gotten more adept at bringing Adrien right up to the edge and easing him back down. Adrien was pretty damn proud of the fact that his dick wasn’t easy to handle for most guys, so the effort that Micah put into stimulating Adrien’s entire length just heightened the experience. Like now.
Adrien looked down at Micah whose face had gone red, his eyes watering a bit as he held Adrien’s pulsing cock in his mouth down to the root. The bulging vein in his neck, the pale pinkness of his lips against the mahogany tone of Adrien’s cock, had Adrien’s balls drawing up, triggering that telltale tingle at the base of his spine.
Fuck no, he wasn’t ready to come yet. He needed this to last. He needed inside his man.
“Baby, baby, baby, pull off. Pull off.” He tugged on Micah’s hair, and Micah released him with a lewd, wet, pop.
“Too much?” Micah asked breathlessly.
Adrien sat up and promptly wrapped his hands under Micah’s pits to yank the man up to him so that Micah was straddling him, their cocks lightly touching.
“No, baby, not enough.” He ran a hand up Micah’s belly, then to a pec, flicking the man’s nipple.
Micah dropped his head back on a sharp breath, exposing the beautiful arch of his thick neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I want in you.” Adrien lifted his hips and slid his palms around Micah’s hips, squeezing the man’s muscular cheeks and spreading them.
Micah looked back down at Adrien, rolling his lips and nodding before untangling himself briefly and leaning across the bed to open a nightstand drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed three condoms on the bed with a mischievous smile. Apparently, Micah was feeling ambitious.
Adrien quirked a brown. “I’ll do my best to rise to the occasion.”
“Ha, ha.” Micah rolled his eyes then lay down on the bed, bending his knees and stroking his cock, all hints of teasing vanishing from his face.
Fuck, he looked like all Adrien’s sex fantasies come to life, like a classical male nude sculpture as he lay spread out in all his masculine beauty. Adrien swallowed, reaching for a condom, fumbling with it as Micah placed two thick, lubed fingers against the rosebud between the globes of his ass. As he continued stroking his swollen, red cock, he rubbed the pads of his fingers along his hole, then gently pressed the tips of his digits against the wrinkled skin, sinking into himself.
Adrien’s cock jerked in anticipation of replacing those fingers.
Micah looked toward Adrien who still sat at the foot of the bed, eyes hooded as he worked his fingers deeper inside himself. He pumped once, twice, three more times before finally sinking his fingers all the way home.
“Aaahh,” Micah whined quietly. His brows pinched, and Adrien saw his jaw tighten.
“Hey, baby, you don’t need to rush prepping yourself. We’ve got all night together. I’m not going anywhere.” He lay on his side next to Micah, his sheathed cock brushing along the man’s thigh, making goose bumps dot his skin.
Micah turned his head, catching Adrien’s gaze, shallow breaths escaping his puffy parted lips. “You’re not in a rush, but I am. The sooner I stretch myself, the sooner I can get your dick in me. It stung a little, but I’m fine. I’d be better if you helped me. Lube’s down there.”
It took Adrien a moment to process what Micah was asking him to do, but when it clicked, his body heated and his arousal kicked up several more notches. He reached for the bottle and quickly lubed a finger, taking Micah’s lips in a kiss as he slid his hand down and slipped his finger inside Micah’s ass.
Micah’s body tensed briefly with the tight fit, but seconds later, Adrien and Micah worked together, pumping their fingers in and out of Micah’s opening, stretching him as Adrien fucked Micah’s mouth with his tongue.
“Mmh, mmh, mmh, ah,” Micah moaned into Adrien’s mouth, licking and sucking Adrien’s tongue with abandon.
Adrien had gotten him to be more vocal in bed, but the man was still incredibly quiet, a habit Micah said he’d formed during his encounters in prison. Adrien didn’t mind. He found the quiet expressions of pleasure sexy. The softly spoken pleas for Adrien to fuck him harder and deeper made the come in Adrien’s sac boil with need, and tonight was no different. Micah’s moans had ramped him up too far, and he needed in him. Like, now.
“Fingers out,” he said against Micah’s mouth, removing his hand and reaching for the lube to slick his cock. Seconds later, he knelt between Micah’s thighs, the man’s legs draped over his arms as Adrien pushed into Micah.
“Fuck yeah,” Adrien growled, feeling the depth of his own voice rumble in his chest. Relief. That was what Adrien felt every time he sank his cock deep inside Micah’s ass. And he couldn’t get enough of the man’s ass. Luckily Micah felt the same way.
They’d been officially dating for about three weeks and had started seeing more of each other. They went to movies, out for the occasional meal at mom and pop restaurants, or for walks in the park whenever they were both off from Bright Bean. Adrien had even started joining Micah for a few of his morning runs this past week.
But whatever they did together, their outings always ended in bed. And tonight was no exception.
Adrien opened his eyes, having gotten control of himself after that initial slide into Micah’s silky heat. Micah let out a low groan beneath him as he slowly drove in and out of the pliant and gorgeous man laid out before him.
Micah reached down with both hands, stroking his cock with his fist and gently massaging his balls as Adrien slammed into his body with increasing intensity. He loved to watch Micah play with himself while his cock worked furiously between the man’s cheeks. When Micah’s wrist flicked with more speed, and he became even quieter, holding back his moans, Adrien knew he was close, so he upped his pace and jerked Micah closer to him, sinking slightly deeper into his ass, lifting his lower back off the bed.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come for me. Come on my cock,” Adrien encouraged, the slick sounds of his pelvis smacking against Micah’s ass bounced off the walls.
Four strokes later, he heard Micah’s quiet exclamation of “Oh God,” and Micah’s channel milked him rhythmically.
“Aaaah! Oooh…” Micah moaned, his back arched as a stream of come shot from his cock.
Adrien looked down at Micah’s expression of surprise. The man looked sexy and wild impaled on Adrien’s shaft, his mouth hanging open as he pumped his cock. Then suddenly, Adrien was there and every nerve ending in his body shot off with mini-fireworks, the force of his orgasm doubling him over as his balls seized up, emptying into the condom. His release ripped through him, making him slightly dazed.
Once he’d caught his breath and the fogginess cleared, he withdrew, removing the used condom before falling in bed beside Micah. They moved toward each other, meeting in the middle of the bed, where Micah pulled Adrien halfway on to his chest, wrapping Adrien in the security of his arms, jizz be damned. They could clean up in a while. But for now, Adrien was happy to lie in his man’s arms while Micah stroked his back. There was nowhere he’d rather be than slightly sweaty and tangled up in damp sheets with Micah Everett Grayson.