another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
"Liking ain't owning, is it. Maybe you need to convince me." Adam winked. It was very easy to flirt with Pet, especially when the weakest of lines would make him blush.
Not that they were at that stage. Easily they fit together, a breath of relief leaving Adam as the tension did too, sinking down to fit against Pet. A leg between his and a hand holding his jaw, matching the forceful kisses he pressed onto him. They had kissed before, done more too, but suddenly he felt a fire in his belly that demanded more. If Pet would let him, he wanted to take all he had to give.
The tickle of fingers on his collar made him lean up and back away for just a moment to pull his shirt over his head in a practiced motion, made easier because he always bought shirts several sizes too big (how else would they gape open to show his chest?). As soon as he was without the barrier he sank down to kiss Pet again but now along his jaw, down his neck, soft and gentle until it wasn't; teeth adding a new mark to the skin there.
"Pet.." He whispered, kissing the corner of his jaw twice more before moving to speak by his ear, his hand stroking slowly up his side. "Can I fuck you?" There was a time for romance and there was a time for directness, and right now with his quickly hardening cock pressing against Pet's thigh he found he had little patience for poems.
Not that they were at that stage. Easily they fit together, a breath of relief leaving Adam as the tension did too, sinking down to fit against Pet. A leg between his and a hand holding his jaw, matching the forceful kisses he pressed onto him. They had kissed before, done more too, but suddenly he felt a fire in his belly that demanded more. If Pet would let him, he wanted to take all he had to give.
The tickle of fingers on his collar made him lean up and back away for just a moment to pull his shirt over his head in a practiced motion, made easier because he always bought shirts several sizes too big (how else would they gape open to show his chest?). As soon as he was without the barrier he sank down to kiss Pet again but now along his jaw, down his neck, soft and gentle until it wasn't; teeth adding a new mark to the skin there.
"Pet.." He whispered, kissing the corner of his jaw twice more before moving to speak by his ear, his hand stroking slowly up his side. "Can I fuck you?" There was a time for romance and there was a time for directness, and right now with his quickly hardening cock pressing against Pet's thigh he found he had little patience for poems.
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
