Somewhere along the way, Adam slowly started rocking against him, their cocks slotting together in a friction that sent tiny shocks along his spine. He couldn’t remember ever enjoying sex as much as he did with Noah. It had always been a means to an end, an orgasm that required far more work than just masturbating.
But everything Noah did was sexy. The way he rolled his hips upward to meet Adam’s. The way he gripped his ass like he needed him closer. The way his breathing quickened the longer they lay there, and the tiny aborted noises of frustration when Adam didn’t immediately give him what he wanted.
Adam broke the kiss. “You wanted slow. I’m giving you slow.”
“I said slow, not glacial,” Noah said, tone grumpy.
Adam chuckled, catching Noah’s hair in his fist to tug his head back, giving him access to his neck and shoulder. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Oh, I can definitely do that,” Adam promised. He moved down Noah’s body, licking over one nipple and then the other, tugging gently with his teeth. “Here?”
“Lower,” Noah murmured, breathless.
Adam smiled, biting at Noah’s side and earning a barked out laugh and as he squirmed to get away. Noah was ticklish. That was good to know. “So, not there?”
“No, not there. You’re getting warmer, though.”
Adam skipped over Noah’s flushed and leaking cock to nuzzle at the seam where his hips and thigh met, the hair tickling his nose but Noah’s whine of irritation making it worth it. He gave the other side the same treatment. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Stop teasing,” Noah said.
Adam caught his knees in his hands and brought them over his shoulders, using his thumbs to spread Noah wide, tonguing over his entrance. Noah moaned long and low, his hands fisting in Adam’s hair, pulling him deeper into the heart of him. “Oh, fuck. More.”
Adam gave Noah what he wanted, licking and sucking at him like a starving man, Noah’s cries feeding him. He lifted his head, searching for the lube. The tube slapped him in the forehead.
“There. Get back to work,” Noah managed.
“Yes, sir,” Adam said around another laugh.
He coated his fingers, his mouth closing over Noah’s cock as he pushed two fingers into him, eyes rolling as the tight heat of Noah’s body seemed to almost suck him in. Once more, Noah’s hands found Adam’s hair, squirming beneath him as he sucked him, wanting to make him feel good but not good enough to get off. Noah was only going to come with Adam buried inside him.
“I’m ready. Get up here,” Noah said, digging his heels into Adam’s shoulders to drive home the point.
Adam crawled up his body, pressing his forehead to Noah’s. “You sure are pushy when I’m not bossing you around,” he said before burying himself in Noah in one thrust.
Noah cried out in surprise, moaning as Adam began to move within him. “Is this what you needed?” He captured Noah’s mouth in a greedy kiss before tearing his mouth away to say, “Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve wanted to be inside you all day, fantasized about sneaking you upstairs and fucking you up against the wall of my childhood bedroom, coming inside you with my whole family downstairs. Is that romantic?” he mused.
Noah wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, his blunt nails scratching at his back. “I don’t know, but it’s definitely working for me,” Noah promised.
It was working for Adam, too. The tight heat of Noah’s body was like a drug, and Adam couldn’t get enough. He sank his knees into the mattress, giving himself the leverage to drive up into Noah in a way that had Noah’s panting breaths ratcheting higher. “You like that, baby? You like when I go deep?”
“Fuck, yes. More.”
“I want to hear you. You know what I want,” Adam growled, biting at his earlobe.
“Please, Adam. I want more. I need it. Fuck me harder. Faster. Make me come.”
Christ. Noah was far too articulate for Adam’s liking. He raised up on his hands, making room between them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, gazing downward to watch himself piston in and out of Noah as he jerked himself in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. God, I love to watch you jerk off.”
Noah’s head fell back, eyes closed and lips parted, as he worked himself faster. Adam knew he was close, close to giving Adam what he needed to push him over the edge.
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Don’t you want to feel me throbbing inside you as I breed you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes. I need it. Please, Adam. Please, I want to feel you come inside me. Oh, God, I’m so close. You feel so good.”
There it was. The babbling. Adam fucking needed it like a drug. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” Noah swore, eyes flying open to look directly into Adam’s. “Only you. Forever. I promise.”
Adam’s orgasm took even him by surprise, his hips stuttering off rhythm as he came, spilling deep inside Noah. Luckily, Noah wasn’t far behind. Two more strokes and he was painting his release between them a second before Adam collapsed on top of him.
“Was that slow boning?” he asked, when he could formulate any kind of real thought.
“I don’t know, but it sure was hot,” Noah said with a laugh, sucking in heavy breaths. “I don’t ever want to move again. Forward my mail, I live in this bed now.”
A shock ran through Adam, a strange feeling overtaking him—a weird warmth. “You do live here now. You know that, right? This is your home. We need to get your stuff from the trailer,” he said, making a move to sit up.
Noah snagged him back down with a chuckle. “I think we can wait until the cum dries before we rush off to pack my things. I’m not going anywhere.”
Adam bristled. “You say that now…”
The idea of Noah trying to leave him stole his breath. Maybe they hadn’t known each other long but part of him recognized something in Noah, something deeply ingrained in their DNA. Adam didn’t believe in soul mates—was quite certain he didn’t have any soul to speak of—but Noah was it for him.