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Things hardly ever slow down at Mother Base. Big Boss is always coming and going, and when he stays for long at all, he's sleeping as much as he can in between briefings, meetings, supervisions and the like. Ocelot and Miller are just as busy, and bicker near constantly whenever they're in the same room; it's exhausting, so they mostly spend their evenings in their respective quarters. Quiet keeps to herself and listens to tapes on repeat.
It's a very rare occasion, then, that Boss and Adamska get time to spend with each other, and yet more infrequent that they can share a whole evening. So they always make the most of it when they do.
They're sharing a meal in Adam's quarters (which tend to be cleaner than Boss' - he can't stand living in clutter, and he has more of an eye for decoration) prepared for them by a talented chef the Boss had extracted by chance from a captured base. There's a tape playing softly in the background, and the lights are low. Adam's managed to procure a few candles from some unknown source, and their soft flickering light dances on the table between them. It's downright romantic. Boss marvels at his boyfriend's attention to detail as he wolfs down fragrant forkfuls of rice and curry.
DD is at his side, sitting patiently with his muzzle resting on his lap. Boss had undeniably warmed to the pup, despite his self-proclaimed preference for working alone, and he surreptitiously sneaks him the occasional piece of curried goat to chew on. Adam resists chiding him, accepting that he's more invested in the softness the dog brings out of his Boss than the concern that DD will become spoiled.
He contently he chews his own food, savouring the rare moment of peace and quiet. He looks over at his Boss, who has just about finished his plate and is giving DD's ears a much-deserved scritch. He looks handsome; his hair clean and brushed after a long hot shower, his beard neatly trimmed, and he's ditched the eye patch for the evening. He'd allowed Adam to wash and groom him, and Adam had taken extra care to clean the grime from under his nails and scrub any hard-to-reach spots with a spicy-smelling soap. He had been glad to care for his Boss so intimately; it had felt precious to hold his vulnerability in his hand and treat him with gentle kindness.
Boss catches his eye and raises a curious brow. Adam had been staring for longer than he thought. He blinks and smiles at him, returning to his plate as he hopes the low light hides his flushed face.
It dosen't; Boss notices, and smiles to himself as he reaches for his glass for a sip of the sweet cognac he'd picked out from Adam's extensive stash. Adam was never subtle in his admirations, even if his praises could sometimes be sparse if only to maintain an image of professionalism. Boss knows he looks good, and it's a welcome consolation to his slight embarrassment at being seen so clearly. He's still getting used to being known, but it's far less of a mortifying ordeal than it was at the start when he realised that Adam could often read him better than he could himself, and that he wasn't repulsed by what he saw. As more and more of Boss' deepest thoughts had been brought to the surface - though sometimes Adam had practically dragged the truth, kicking and screaming, from the recesses of his brain - Adam had only shown him respect and adoration. And it was really, unexpectedly nice to feel that he was never on his own.
As Adam swallows his last mouthful and picks up his own glass, he breaks the comfortable silence; "I'm afraid I couldn't arrange for dessert, since sugar and dairy are still pretty hard to come by out here -" he sips his drink "- but i guess we've got this, it's sweet enough".
Boss is much too relaxed to think twice about saying his immediate thought; "you're sweet enough. This is...really nice".
"You like it?" Adam smiles warmly. "It's not much, but..."
"It's great. Pretty cosy. I'm full, I'm happy" he smiles, and Adam grins back, more than a little proud of himself.
"Good, I'm glad. Want a cigar?" he offers, and Boss nods gratefully. Adam stands and walks to the dresser where Boss keeps a carved wooden box of hand-rolled cigars, a recent birthday gift from Adam, who knew that he had missed the luxury of a real smoke; but the box remained in Adam's room to be sure Boss would save them for special occasions.
He picks one out, pausing to clip the end, and walks back to his Boss, who's leaning forward in his seat with his hand outstretched. Adam ignores his hand and steps closer to gently touch his cheek, thumb resting on his chin, to guide his lips apart. Boss watches Adam intently as he places the cigar between his lips, pulls his zippo from his breast pocket, and holds the flame to the end. Boss takes a long drag, savours the smoke, exhales slowly. Adam gives him a sly smile, his gaze warm and piercing. He's clearly determined on treating his Boss well this evening.
Boss reaches out to stroke Adam's hip, thumbing under the hem of the loose khaki button-up he's wearing. His skin is warm and soft, and he's close enough that Boss can smell his cologne, mixed with a hint of sharp sweat.
He looks up at Adam and his mouth feels a little dry. He rests his cigar on the metal ashtray on the table, swaps it for his glass and swallows a large swig. There's something he wants to say, and he's more than a little nervous about it.
Adam reads him like a book, and cups the side of his head to card his fingers through his hair, hoping to help his mind relax. "Something bothering you?"
Boss swallows again, absent-mindedly leaning his head into Adam's touch. "I want... I wanna try something with you tonight" he murmurs.
"Oh? Something new? Or... something we've talked about?"
Boss laughs through his nose. He can already see a flicker of excitement in Adam's eyes, like he knows what he's about to say. "Something we've talked about."
Adam's eyebrows rise slightly. Boss is fairly used to giving orders, but genuinely asking for something is an unfamiliar challenge. He clears his throat and his gaze briefly flicks away from Adam to his glass, the candles, his hand on Adam's hip, back to Adam's eyes, still silently watching him. It doesn't seem like he's going to make it any easier for him. He'll have to just come out and say it.
He takes another swig of cognac and a deep breath, steels himself. "I want you to... want you to fuck me."
The air feels thick and still as he takes a shaky breath. Adam slowly brings his hand around Boss' head to the base of his skull, petting him lightly there. A hungry smile spreads across his face as he leans down to press his lips to Boss', and when he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed.
"Yeah? You do?" he sounds breathless.
Boss nods. He can't quite believe he managed to make himself say it, but Adam seems pretty pleased with him. They've talked about it before; Adam's crazy about Boss' ass, which is big and muscular and absolutely edible, or so he says. He's waxed lyrical about how much he'd like to spoil him, how good he could make it for his Boss, and Boss can't deny he's thought about it when he's gotten himself off. It feels like the right time. He feels comfortable with Adam, trusts him with his life, and after being basically wined and dined this evening he's confident that Adam wants to do nothing but treat him with care.
Adam leans in to kiss him again, his other hand coming to rest at the joint of his neck and shoulder. He kisses him hard over and over, twirls his hair in between his fingers. Boss feels him kneel on the edge of the seat between his thighs to stabilise himself. He pulls his face back an inch, looks down with half-lidded eyes, and purrs into Boss' mouth; "I'm gonna make you so glad you asked".
Boss leans up to meet Adam's lips, opens his mouth and their tongues slide together. He hums low in his throat, and puts down his glass in favour of grabbing Adam at the waist with his metal arm. Boss feels hot and his clothes are too tight, and there's far too much distance between them. Adam seems to reach the same conclusion as he pulls away and pushes himself into a standing position. He catches Boss' hand in his and tugs him gently upright.
"Come on, let's go to bed." He starts to walk and DD, ever obedient, gets up to follow at his heel. "Oh, shit- ah, sorry boy. Time for you to go to bed too." With an apologetic smile, he lets go of Boss' hand to lead the pup out to his kennel just outside the room, gives him an appeasing pat and a bowl of kibbles for his trouble, and shuts him out for the night.
When he turns, Boss is sat on the edge of the bed, his boots kicked off, and he fiddles nervously with the hem of his sweatshirt. He feels shy all of a sudden, but Adam walks over and fixes him with a smile that tells him he'll be just fine. Adam kneels on either side of Boss' legs and settles his butt down on his thighs, then takes the sweater out of Boss' hands to lift it over his head. He's down to his sleeveless undershirt, and Adam immediately plants his hands on his huge biceps, feeling him up, his lips parting. Boss loves it when he worships his muscles; he'll squeeze and caress and kiss and suck at his chest, his arms, his sculpted back, paying venerated attention to every inch of his body. Of course, Adam's got other things on his mind tonight, but Boss really can't fault him for enjoying a little groping.
Boss reaches with one hand to undo Adam's shirt buttons while he's distracted, and gradually reveals his chest inch by inch. He strokes his thumb over the pale horizontal scars below his pectorals, rubs gently over his nipple where he knows he's sensitive. Adam exhales sharply, gripping tighter on his bicep. Boss gets cheeky and tugs on Adam's gold nipple ring, and he squirms and bats his hand away.
"Hey! Play nice" he chides.
Boss huffs out a laugh. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Adam's got plenty of ideas, and true to form he's going to act on them. He grabs Boss' wrists and holds them down at his sides, scoots further onto his lap to grind his hips down against Boss' pelvis. Boss groans and his cock starts to stir in interest, quickly feeling far to restricted in the confines of his jeans. Adam is merciless, kissing him hard and biting at his lip as he rolls his hips into him.
Boss is admittedly flustered. He's not used to Adam taking control in this way; he's not exactly submissive, but he's pretty happy to have Boss manhandle him most of the time, at the mercy of his effortless strength. This is new. And it's really hot.
Adam leans back and they're both panting. "Are you gonna behave?" he asks. Boss nods. Adam releases his wrists. "Take your shirt off then, big boy" he says, and shrugs out of his button-up. Boss complies, tosses his own shirt on the floor somewhere. Then Adam is on him again, stealing kisses as he presses their chests together and wraps one arm behind Boss' back, bracing his other hand on the mattress. Slowly, he pushes Boss down with his body weight, until Boss is lying flat with Adam sitting over him. Boss' hands caress Adam's waist, up the smooth skin of his back, along the faint bumps of his spine. Adam pins his head in place with a hand threaded through his hair and kisses his cheeks, his brow, his forehead, down the length of his nose.
Adam's own hair is loose and falls from behind his ears, tickling at Boss' face, and he reaches up to tuck it back with his metal hand. He's really beautiful when he's a little unkempt, Boss thinks; it's a striking contrast from his usual careful presentation. It gets him hot under the collar whenever Adam's carefully-combed locks slip out of position, usually when he's deep in concentration. In high Seychelles summer when it's hot, and Adam loses his scarf and unbuttons his shirt at the neck, Boss can hardly keep his eyes or his hands off him.
Adam starts to press kisses lower, down his chin and along his jaw and throat. Boss tries to chase his roaming mouth, but Adam's hand in his hair tightens to keep him in place. He hums in faint annoyance, and Adam shushes him; "I got you, just lay back for me."
Boss takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as Adam continues lower, sucking gentle kisses over his collarbones, down his rounded pecs to his nipples. He covers one of them with his mouth, flicks his tongue over it, just to see how Boss would react. Boss twitches a little and hums again, his nipple hardening in Adam's mouth. Adam takes it as a good sign and starts to suck slightly, pets his hair encouragingly, and brings his other hand around to brush over his other nipple. Boss surprises himself with a pleased moan, his cock giving an answering throb and his stomach muscles fluttering as Adam teases his chest. Adam swaps his mouth over to the other side, gently squeezing his firm pectoral muscle with his fingertips and pulling his nipple in against his tongue. A low whine escapes Boss' throat, and Adam makes a muffled sound into his chest.
"Feeling good?" he murmurs. He doesn't really need to ask; he can feel the hardness of his Boss' cock pressing up against his ass, but he wants him to know that he's attentive to his comfort.
Boss strokes the back of Adam's head and stutters out "fuck, Adam, yeah."
"Good, you deserve to be," Adam smiles into his skin. He releases the hand in Boss' hair to run it down his body, bringing it to rest on his waist, the other hand still teasing at his nipple. He has to shuffle backwards as he moves to kneel on the floor between Boss' feet, and he continues to trail kisses down his chest, down the line of thick dark hair on his belly to his belt buckle. There's a little bit of belly pooch that he nips and sucks at as his fingers work to get Boss' pants open, and Boss huffs out a laugh at the tickling sensation.
Adam gets his zipper open, tugs down the front of his boxers, and finally his cock is free of its confines. Adam moans as he watches it spring upwards, tapping against Boss' stomach just below his belly button, transferring a wet drip of precum onto his skin. Adam stares up at his cock with an open mouth, reaches forward to grab the base in his fist. He's thick as ever and hot, so hot, and he hums appreciatively as he tightens his grip a little. Boss groans low in his throat at the sensation of Adam's hot breath fanning over his shaft, and he tries to raise his head to get a good view of Adam's face he's sure is dwarfed by the length and girth of his cock.
"Ah-ah," Adam warns him with a light squeeze at his base; "just lay back, you don't need to see, just feel. Close your eyes, big boy." He obeys, and is rewarded when Adam plants a wet kiss to the head of his cock, easing his tongue out to lave at his slit. He breathes shakily. Then - as Adam gently pulls back his foreskin, wraps his wetted lips around his whole head and sucks, he curses, whipping his head to the side.
"Fu-uck, Adam-" and Adam humms as he works his tongue, sending waves of red-hot pleasure pulsing through his stomach and thighs. He licks and sucks, flicks his tongue over his slit and his frenulum, just teasing at his cock head to get it wet and sensitive.
Painfully soon, he pulls back (Boss chokes down a whine and tries to be patient) to spit onto his other hand, and curls it around his shaft and head to jack him loosely. He's teasing; it's not nearly enough to get an orgasm building, but the heat and softness of his ungloved palm feels so, so good.
Once Boss' cock is sufficiently slick all over with spit, Adam takes a moment to tuck his hair back behind his ears, before licking his lips and diving down, stuffing as much of Boss' cock into his mouth as he can. His mouth is so fucking hot and wet and Boss swears loud, fisting a hand in the sheets. Adam's tongue presses flat against him and he hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head slowly up and down the length of him. His thumb and two fingers grip him tightly at the base, holding his hips down firmly with an unexpectedly strong force. Adam continues working to drive Boss wild, moving his lips and his tongue in a practiced rhythm. Boss' chest heaves and he thrashes his head, grunting softly each time Adam tongues intently at his hyper-sensitive frenulum. Adam increases his pace and sucks harder, and spit drips down his shaft, over Adam's fingers and down to his balls. When it's not twitching on Adam's tongue, Boss' fat cock head nudges against the roof of his mouth over and over.
Then, Adam slows, starts to drag it out, and inches further down onto him each time his head moves, relaxing his jaw and breathing deep through his nose. And when Boss' cock finally reaches down to his throat, almost his whole length enveloped in wet warmth, he swallows.
"Nngh! Adam, I-" he feels so fucking close, the steadily-tightening knot of pleasure in his core threatening to snap, but Adam just pinches too tight around the base of his cock and bobs shallowly, sticking his tongue out to tease the remainder of his shaft. Boss moans out a curse, moves a hand to rest on Adam's head. After swallowing once more for good measure, Adam pulls off to take a breath, and Boss practically whines at the loss of stimulation, attempting to push his head back down. To his dismay, Adam redirects and runs his wet tongue down to the base as his cock smears across his cheek, once again just jacking him at the head.
"You're so worked up, aren't you?" he teases. Boss flushes pink, lifts his head to nod, finally getting a good look at Adam's face, and... fuck. His mouth and jaw are wet with spit, eyelids lowered and fixing him with a heated stare. His cock looks huge next to his head, the tip an angry red, and he moans at the sight. "Poor thing, hmm, don't worry, I'll make it feel better." Adam lets go of his cock completely and it snaps up against his belly.
"Lift your hips for me," Adam murmurs and starts to tug at his waistband. Boss raises himself up a little and Adam makes quick work of pulling his jeans, socks and underwear off.
Adam shucks his own pants, stands in only his boxers at the foot of the bed. What a fucking sight, Boss thinks, feeling like he totally lucked out getting to see him like this. Adam knows he's watching when he reaches down to adjust himself and rubs a couple of firm circles on his clit through the fabric for good measure, biting his lip as his other hand pinches his nipple.
"You have no idea how good you look..." he says, breathing slow and deep, "...when I'm ruining you." Boss feels like all the air has been knocked out of him.
Adam kneels down on the mattress between Boss' thick thighs, runs his hands up the outsides of his quads. "Would you turn over for me, big boy?" he requests, patting Boss' right thigh. Boss feels like protesting; he doesn't really want to look away from Adam, but he rolls over regardless and lies prone, resting his head on his folded arms. Adam chuckles. "On your knees and elbows, please? And scoot up a little." Boss does as he's told, feeling a little silly with his ass stuck up in the air, until Adam rubs his back with a firm hand, tells him "good, just like that."
Adam settles his weight behind him, sits on his heels, strokes both palms down Boss' ass. He kneads his thighs a little and leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive inner fat of his cheek, and says close to his skin, "I'm gonna use my mouth on you now, is that okay?"
Boss doesn't know where to look; he can't see Adam too well over his shoulder, so he stares at his own hands below him, at his fists clenching and relaxing absently. His mouth suddenly feels very dry. He clears his throat to answer, but only stumbles over his words when he tries to speak.
"Hey, you okay?" Adam soothes. "I've got you, hey. Don't worry." He wraps his arms around Boss' waist, strokes his stomach. "You're alright. Want a drink?" he asks, and Boss nods. "Okay, sit up, handsome," he says, and leans over to the table to pick up his half-finished glass. He's behind him again in an instant, pulling Boss to lean back against his chest and raising the glass to his lips. Boss allows himself to be fed a few sips of sweet cognac, his throat warming and unsticking itself. He takes a deep breath, and feels a little steadier.
Adam kisses his neck, the firm press of his palm petting comfortingly over his chest. "Better?"
Boss nods, turns his neck to meet Adam's lips, and gives him a small smile. "Better... I'm... I'm ready."
Adam returns his smile. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to. I love you." It's not the first time he's said it, but it's rare, and Boss feels warm all over.
"I know. I... I love you too." Adam kisses him, hard, then releases his arm from around him so that Boss can lower himself down again.
Adam places both hands on the meat of his ass, uses his thumbs to spread him apart a little. Boss hears him hum, then he leans in, placing a soft open-mouthed kiss on his hole. His moustache hairs tickle him a little and his abs tense up as he tries not to laugh. Adam pats him gently as if to say 'relax', and presses his tongue flat against him. An accumulation of spit drips from Adam's mouth and down his perineum.
It feels... warm, and wet, and it's kind of nice. Adam's lips and tongue are really soft, and his rim is super sensitive to their movements. As Adam laves his tongue over him, he zeroes in on the sensation, and finds his body starts to relax completely. He drops his chest down onto his folded arms, resting his head sideways on the soft sheets. His back dips slightly, forming an arch, his ass pushing back into Adam's face.
Adam hums against him appreciatively. He sucks gently at his rim, squeezes the meat of his ass, and Boss makes a choked-off kind of 'hngh' sound. He wants Adam to do it again. Because Adam's being just perfect, he does, and nips him ever-so-gently, then pushes his tongue forwards. His hole eases open on the tip of his tongue and Boss feels his previously flagging cock throb and stiffen a little. Fuck, he thinks, this is really fucking nice. He wants more.
"Mmh... more" he sighs, and Adam really can't say no to that. He flexes his tongue and presses it in a little further, wetting him inside. Boss pushes back a little harder, and Adam thrusts his tongue a few times, pulls back again to lick and kiss his rim, pushes in again. Boss sighs and moans and chases his tongue whenever he tries to pull it away. He's decided he really, really likes this; it's like an extremely localised massage that somehow fills every inch of his body with a thick, warm pleasure. He feels electrified. Adam continues to press open-mouthed kisses to his rim and tease him with his tongue, sucking lightly, pulling breathy moans from Boss' throat.
When Adam starts to lean back, leaving a parting kiss on his hole, Boss makes a noise of protest, looking over his shoulder.
"Why are you stopping?"
Adam laughs and gives his ass a gentle smack. "Really? I'm that good, huh?" Boss tries to hide his face in the sheets. "I just think you might be ready for a little more, what do you say?" Boss can hear a wet noise as Adam sucks his thumb into his mouth. He feels him stroke it slowly over his hole, and he's really sensitive now, twitching at the light pressure.
"Yes, just please, keep going," he pants. Adam smiles; doesn't hear that word very often. He won't deny him what he's asking for.
"Good, okay. Be patient for a second, alright?" Adam steps away from the bed and walks to his nightstand, procures a small bottle which he clasps tightly in his fist. He unscrews the cap, and Boss recognises the fragrant scent of the oil Adam likes to have used on him when Boss plays with his ass. He's fucked him there before, but Boss is undeniably hung like a horse, so it was more than a little too much and Adam couldn't comfortably sit down the day after. Naturally, Adam's ass had since been relegated to a fingers-only area. Still, Boss feels reassured that he's in experienced hands.
Adam returns to sit behind Boss' parted legs and pours a little of the oil onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid up. Boss shifts his weight so that his ass sticks upwards more, breathes deeply.
"God, your ass is amazing. So fucking perfect," Adam praises, planting a hard and resounding smack on the meat of his ass, and leaning in to press a wet kiss against him as his fingers begin to circle Boss' rim. It's deliciously slick-feeling, and he hums as a warm wave of pleasure rolls through him that makes his cock twitch. Adam's middle finger presses into him shallowly, slowly teasing its way inside, before he sinks it in past the ring of muscle and down to his first knuckle. He thrusts it gently, dragging the pad of his finger along his inner walls, just a little deeper each time.
Boss feels hot and fuzzy, focused intently on the slick sensation. Each bump of Adam's knuckles sends a thrum of heat coiling through his stomach.
Once Adam's finger is fully inside, he crooks it downwards slightly, searching, and applies pressure as he pulls outwards. Boss jerks below him and moans loud, his cock jolting up and smacking his stomach.
"Mmm... found you" Adam purrs, thrusts his finger to cue the reaction again.
"Ohhhh fuck, what- found what?"
"That's your prostate," Adam replies, massaging at the spot while his index finger teases at his rim. "It's a g-spot, similar to mine. It's gonna make your cock really fucking wet. You might even come from it, if you want to."
Boss moans again and looks down at his cock, which hangs heavy and swollen below him. Sure enough, there's a long trail of clear pre-cum drooling out from the head, and a sticky wet spot on his belly where his cock tapped against it. He feels like a mess, so unrestrained; it only serves to drive him further towards utter pleasure, makes his hole flutter and squeeze around Adam's finger.
He watches from upside-down as Adam leans in to cup his balls with his other hand, feels them tighten as he rolls them in his palm. Adam's index finger enters him carefully to thrust alongside the other, making sure to circle against his prostate every time his fingers move. Boss gasps and moans, his cock throbs, he loses all inhibition and gives himself over to Adam; he feels wild with it. Adam leans down to suck one of his balls into his hot, wet mouth, stroking the other in his palm, and Boss groans out, throwing his neck back and rocking his hips. It's almost too much, but it's fucking insane, overwhelming and overstimulating but so, so perfect.
"Adam, hhah- fuck, Adam" he chants, and Adam releases his ball with a wet 'pop'. Pre-cum has pooled on the sheets below him, the sticky string stretching out between the little puddle and his slick cock head.
Adam continues to pump and curl his fingers, circling over the sensitive spot inside him. "Hmm, you feel good? Are you close?" he asks, and Boss feels the heat radiating from his other hand just centimetres away from his cock.
"Nnnh, yeah, fucking close, I-" Adam strokes one teasing finger down the length of his cock and he moans, his balls tightening and his hole squeezing around him again.
"You're doing so good, so damn good -" he punctuates with a painfully slow, firm stroke over his prostate and Boss' cock drools out more pre-cum; "- but I don't want you to come yet. I'm having so much fun. Just wait for me now, big boy."
Boss really whines, his cock twitching pitifully; he's right on the edge and Adam won't let him get there. His body is too boneless to do anything about it himself, so he just buries his face in the mattress and grips the sheets in tight fists.
Adam shushes him, rubs his hand firmly up and down his back. "I've got you, I'll make it worth your while, I promise." He kisses the base of Boss' spine, squeezes his hip, and slips his fingers out of him. Boss gasps at the loss, his eye squeezing shut and his hole clenching around nothing. Adam shushes him again as he reaches for a couple of soft pillows from the headboard and stacks them just under Boss' stomach. "Would you lie on your back for me now, handsome? Rest your butt on these". Boss pushes himself over and on to his back with feeble arms, his legs feeling shaky and loose, and props his ass up on the pillows. "That's right, like that, just relax, just watch me now," Adam coos at him.
There's a visible wet spot on his boxer shorts, and his little cock is noticeably hard, pressing up against the fabric. Boss wants to taste, wants to smell his arousal, to bury his head there and fill his mouth and lungs with Adam, Adam, Adam. He doesn't need air or food, no water to keep him alive, all he needs is him; his hands, his voice, his mouth, his body, his cunt; his Adam.
"Adam..." he murmurs, and Adam reaches out to pet his thigh, smiles at him as if to say, 'I know'. He gives Boss' leg a light squeeze, then steps down from the bed to bend down and pull something out from under the bedframe. It's a medium-sized drawstring bag, and seems a little heavy. Adam places the bag at the foot of the bed where Boss can see it, and pulls it open, reaching in.
"I got this for you, when we first started to talk about doing this together," he says, extracting something leathery and strappy from the bag. "I was waiting for the right time to show it to you, and, well, I can't imagine a better time than this." His stormy-grey eyes lock with Boss' gaze, and he tugs the whole object free, holding it up for him to see.
It's a strap-on, made from deep maroon leather straps and panels, and gold buckles, with a golden 'O' ring at its front panel. Pushed snugly through the 'O' ring is a small, peach-toned dildo, a pretty accurate likeness of a cock, about four inches in length with a gentle upward curve and a pinkish blush at its head.
Under the aching, screaming voice of want in his head, Boss thinks that it suits Adam quite well. It's clearly been chosen for its stylistic attributes, and it looks high-quality. The silicone dick itself could have been made for Adam, it matches his skin tone so well. He silently thanks Adam's eye for detail for the second time this evening as he rakes his eye over the harness. He thinks about how the leather would feel pressed against his skin, and his chest flushes pink.
"What do you think?" Adam asks, a little coy.
"I think-" Boss lets his thighs fall wide open and brings his knees upwards a bit, showing himself off for his boyfriend; "-I think you should put it on, and fucking come here."
Adam's the one looking flustered now, but he regains his composure quickly, holds the strap-on a little tighter. "Okay," he breathes, wets his lips with his tongue. He tucks his hair back where it's fallen loose again, then starts to unravel the straps so he can step into it. He pulls each loop up his legs to the tops of his thighs, finds each end of the waistband to wrap it around him and cinches the buckle tight at his hip. He does the same to the leg loops, adjusting them to fit snugly, checking the fit with a finger under each to make sure it doesn't dig into him uncomfortably. Boss watches his nimble fingers working with intensity and hunger and white-hot want coiling in his gut. Once Adam is happy, he looks down at Boss directly, smiling as he kneels down between his parted thighs.
"Looks good on you," Boss murmurs, his voice low and smooth and rumbling.
Adam wastes no time and picks up the bottle of oil from where he'd placed it on the floor, dripping some of it onto the dildo and using his other hand to slick it up. He puts the bottle back down and uses the excess oil on his hand to make sure Boss is wet enough. He can't resist playing with him a little, rubbing his thumb over his rim, insterting the tip of it, and Boss hums happily in response.
Boss pushes himself up on his elbows, stomach curling inwards a little. "Kiss me?" he asks.
Adam rests a hand next to Boss' head, and leans in close to press their mouths together, sliding his slick tongue over his lip and teasing at the sharp points of his canines. Boss' cock is effectively trapped between them, and he groans at the feeling of Adam's silicone dick nudging up against his balls. They part, mouths hanging open, shining with spit.
"Ready?" Adam asks him.
Boss nods. "Fuck me".
Adam sucks in a breath, a flush of pink rushing to his cheeks, and leans back, reaching down to adjust Boss' thighs so that he can press them closer to his chest, leaving his feet hanging in the air. Adam holds his dick at the base, guides it down to push against Boss' rim, and moves his hips forward just an inch. Boss grunts as it barely breaches him - even though it's kind of small, it feels bigger than Adam's two fingers - and Adam strokes his side. "Breathe, it's okay. Breathe and relax for me" he soothes. Boss hadn't realised he was holding his breath, and he does as Adam asks, leaning back again to lie his head down.
Adam kisses the side of his knee and thrusts forwards some more, finding a little less resistance, and Boss moans softly. The stretch feels nice; he's slick enough and prepped enough that it doesn't hurt him, but he has to focus to keep relaxing his muscles. Adam thrusts shallowly, short and slow to get him used to it. His dick makes wet sounds as it slides deeper and deeper.
Adam pulls almost all the way out, pauses with the head of his dick snugly inside, and adjusts himself on his knees so that he's sitting a little closer, his hips angled upwards. This time when he pushes in, the curved tip rubs right up into Boss' prostate.
"Oh, fuck!" Boss yelps, and his muscles seem to pull more of Adam's dick into him. "Hhah, that's-" his voice melts off into a moan.
"Right there, yeah?" Adam grins salaciously, thrusts into him again, watching his dick disappearing into Boss' ass.
"Oh my god, oh- fuck," his mouth hangs open and he pants heavily. The feeling is delicious, his whole body feels like molten lava, and his cock throbs, burning hot against his belly. He feels full, stretched out, delirious; it's perfect. Adam fits inside him like he was made for him, thrusts just right like he's really feeling the inside of him. Adam grips onto his thighs and fucks him deep and hard, finding his g-spot over and over. Pre-cum leaks continuously from the tip of his cock and smears over his stomach.
"Boss, fuck... you're taking me so well, so good for this." Adam leans back over him and slows his thrusts, presses deeper and harder. Boss' breaths come out as wanton moans with each rock of Adam's hips. Boss reaches around him to grab onto his back and shoulders, digging his nails in whenever Adam's belly rubs against his cock and the leather harness brushes his balls.
"Fuck, fu-uck, Adam-" he breathes, gazes at Adam's face, his eye glazing over. Adam's jaw is slack as he pants with effort, his cheeks a little pink, and he's watching Boss' expressions intently. Adam's clit nudges against the hard leather of the harness each time he thrusts his dick, and he feels really fucking wet; he's sure that slick would be rolling down his thighs if it weren't soaking through his underwear. His Boss is a beautiful sight laid out beneath him, lost in pleasure, and he almost can't believe he's real; such a muscular, masculine Adonis, dark hair damp and curling with sweat, built chest and stomach muscles flexing, huge cock twitching and red; and completely bent to Adam's will.
"Shit, baby, you're fucking heavenly" he breathes. Boss bites his lip, groans deep in his throat.
"S-so good, please, Adam, don't stop, I'm close, so close," he begs. "Touch me, please touch me".
Adam reaches down to wrap a hand tightly around his dripping cock and thrusts his hips faster, smacking into his backside and fucking into his g-spot repeatedly. Boss howls and curses as Adam jacks his cock fast, rubbing over his swollen head to spread his pre-cum down his length. He feels so full up, so fucking hard, he's never felt so much pleasure all at once.
Adam leans into his neck, bites at his earlobe, his velvet voice vibrating into his ear; "come on, baby, that's it, come for me, come now, let it go."
Boss moans long and fucking loud as his orgasm pulses through him. His cock shoots ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest, his ass squeezing tight around Adam's dick as it hammers against his prostate. He can't stop crying out and writhing as his balls twitch continuously, pumping out everything he's got, some of it splattering onto Adam's chest. He's crazy with it, completely at the mercy of his pleasure, and it's Adam, his Adamska, undoing him completely. He hears himself whining, pushes his hips up, wraps his legs around Adam's ass to keep him pulled close. He's breathless and his chest heaves as he feels himself finally stop coming, aftershocks still shooting through him like lightning.
"Fuck, Adam, oh my god-" his voice is embarrassingly high-pitched and fucked out in his own ears.
"I know, big boy, I know, I'm here, you did so fucking good, so good for me" Adam soothes, releasing Boss' deflating cock to wipe his hand clean on his boxers. He's trapped by Boss' arms around his back and his legs wrapped under his ass, and he settles himself there, trying not to crush Boss' sensitive dick too much. Boss turns his head to meet his lips, kissing him with fervour in between punched-out breaths.
He feels Adam shift slightly and his dick - still buried snugly in his ass - nudges up against his swollen prostate. It's still a glorious feeling, so good that he doesn't want it to stop.
"Please Adam, I... shit, I need more," he begs him, a little surprised at his own words; "keep fucking me, it's... oh my god, it's so good".
Adam chuckles into his neck and leaves a kiss and a gentle nip with his teeth. "Yeah? You want me to keep going?"
"Nnh, yeah, please don't stop".
Adam moves to lean back, and Boss' arms slip from around his shoulders to rest at his waist. He loosens his legs around Adam's ass a little to give him room to move. Adam starts to rock into him slowly, at the perfect angle to hit his g-spot each time. Boss' softening cock shifts and rolls on his belly as Adam steadily increases the force of his thrusts. He keeps fucking into him and dragging his dick over his most sensitive spot, bouncing Boss' hips up the bed each time he hits against his prostate deep inside.
"Mmm- ah, yeah, just like that," Boss sighs, laying his head to the side and closing his eyes. His body feels lax and languid, rocking in time with Adam, warmth reaching through him from his fingertips to his toes. Adam's gripping his hips tightly and biting his lip as he picks up his pace.
"God, you look so fucking good on my cock" he says with a growl. "Wish it was really mine, wish I could really feel you. You were so tight on my fingers, so hot and wet, I wanna feel the way you clamp down on my dick".
Boss moans as he imagines Adam fucking him for real, fantasizing about how his cock would feel buried inside. He'd be bigger than the dildo, longer and thicker, hot and throbbing against his prostate. Maybe he'd just keep fucking him until he was satisfied. Maybe he'd come deep inside him, keep him filled up for hours.
"Fu-uck, Adam, fuck, I think I'm gonna come again, what the fuck-" it creeps up on him really fast. His prostate pulses, sending electric tingles through his insides. His cock is still soft, but drools more slick wetness onto his stomach.
"Yeah, baby? God, you're perfect. Do it, come again for me" Adam urges, fucks him as hard and deep and direct as he can.
Boss moans and curses, grips the sheets, throws a hand over his forehead, and as his dick gives a half-hearted twitch, he comes hard, pulses of pleasure rushing through him for the second time. Tremors rack his whole body and he practically wails as he comes dry.
"Hhaaah, ah! Adam, fuck, Adam, ahh-"
"That's right, say my fucking name, I'm here, come on my cock big boy," he slows his hips to grind into him. Boss moans, twitches a final time, and goes completely limp. His legs fall to Adam's sides, spread wide.
"Ahh... hhn, okay, shit, that's it" he murmurs. "I'm done I... I can't take any more".
Adam chuckles, and sits back on his heels, his dick slipping out of him with a wet sound. Boss sighs at the loss as his hole clenches on air.
"Perfect, baby, fucking perfect," Adam praises him, reaching to undo the straps on the harness. He has it off of himself in a second, shoves his hand into his boxers to play with his untouched clit. "Fuck, you're so fucking good" he says and moans loud, "you make me so goddamn wet". He's circling his fingers over his hard little cock fast and rough, gripping Boss' knee hard.
"Come up here," Boss says, staring at him intensely.
"Hmm?" Adam's hand pauses its movements.
"Sit on my face, I wanna taste you".
Adam curses under his breath, digs his nails into Boss' flesh. "Fuck, yes." He tugs his boxers down and off, revealing his swollen clit standing erect from a thatch of trimmed pale blond hair, glistening with wetness. He crawls up the bed next to Boss, reaches a hand out to thread through his hair. Boss offers up his hand and Adam takes it for balance, swings his leg over him so that he hovers above his face.
Boss can never get enough of this view; Adam's strong thighs arched over him and his cunt - fat and puffy with his thick clit protruding and swollen - dripping slick down his inner thighs. He smells intoxicating, musky and a little sweaty, and something sweet underneath. He wiggles his hips, lets go of Boss' hand to spread his vulva with two fingers.
"Hmm, such a tease" Boss hums, and reaches up to grab his ass.
Adam grins at him, starts to lower his hips. "Open wide, big boy".
Boss lets his tongue hang out a little, and Adam takes a seat, rests all his weight onto his face, just how he knows Boss likes. Boss groans as he rocks downwards, his cock sliding against his tongue and his bitter-sweet taste filling his mouth. He strokes his tongue along the length of his pussy, stiffens it to flick it over his clit. Adam moans, then curses as Boss wraps his lips around him and sucks. More wetness rolls out of him onto Boss' tongue, and he hums appreciatively. Boss alternates between snaking his tongue through his lips and sucking at his clit, while Adam pants and moans above him.
"Fuck, that's good," Adam moans in satisfaction. "So sensitive. Almost came when I was fucking you, ahhn- you looked so good under me, swear I could - shit, mmmh - could almost feel you."
When Adam starts to fuck his mouth, Boss knows he's not going to last long, and he laves his tongue firmly over him, sucks hard on his clit and nips it gently. Adam cries out a curse, says "use your fingers, put your fingers inside me, hhahn-" and Boss obeys, slides two of his thick fingers through his wetness and slowly pushes them into his cunt. Adam is impatient and he rocks back to sit all the way down onto his digits, allowing Boss to take in some air through his nose. Boss crooks his fingers against Adam's g-spot and he shouts, gasps out "fu-uck, suck my cock, I'm gonna fucking come."
Boss lifts his head to take Adam's dick into his mouth, sucks hard and rhythmically, massages his g-spot in time with his flicking tongue. The hand in his hair grips tight as Adam comes with a litany of moans and curses, trembling above him and tugging at his nipple ring as he grinds down on Boss' face. Cum spreads out over his face and tongue and he growls, lapping it all up and still suckling at him as he shakes and rides it out. Eventually he stills and his shoulders slouch, his head hanging down surrounded by a sweat-mussed halo of white-blond hair.
After catching his breath, Adam rolls himself off Boss' face to lie down next to him. Boss is still panting when Adam leans down to taste himself on Boss' mouth, twirling their tongues together, making out with him as they both come down.
"That was..." Adam breathes as he pulls away.
"Fucking amazing, Adam. You're something else" Boss finishes his sentence for him.
Adam smiles at him, strokes his beard with his thumb. "You did wonderfully. You were perfect."
Boss snorts. "I came twice. I've never done that before, not that close together".
Adam nods knowingly. "It can happen, with prostate stimulation; you'll tend not to produce anything the second time, but I'm told it feels pretty mind-blowing."
Boss laughs at him. "I'd say so". Adam starts laughing with him. They're both giddy, almost like they're high, and it takes them a while to stop giggling at each other.
Adam looks down at Boss' chest and wrinkles his nose. "Oh, you need a wipe down, you're messy," he says, and wriggles himself off the bed to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom. Boss watches his cute butt wiggle as he walks away. Adam turns back to the room and asks "want your smoke?" Boss makes a grateful noise and starts to rearrange himself, moving the pillows from under his hips to prop himself upright against the headboard. Adam returns with the washcloth, cigar, and the ashtray, and passes the cigar to Boss and places the ashtray on the nightstand. Boss lights it up with the spare lighter in Adam's nightstand drawer. He takes a long drag of thick smoke as Adam works at gently wiping the drying cum from his stomach and chest, and his cock. He's going to have to shower, there's no way he's not going to stay a little sticky, but he's thankful for Adam allowing him to put it off until the morning. He feels boneless and exhausted, but so, so satisfied.
"Thank you for trusting me on this," Adam says to him. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, treat you to something just plain nice for once".
Boss smiles, takes another puff of tobacco. "Nah, I should be thanking you," he returns; "you're really fucking good, Adam. That was something special."
Adam smiles wide, his eyes glinting, and leans up to peck his cheek. "So then... round two?" he jokes.
Boss laughs from his belly, coughs a little around a mouthful of smoke. "You gotta give me some time to recover, kid. I'm getting old!" Adam laughs too as he pulls Boss' legs apart to wipe away the oil and spit from his ass. Then, satisfied with his preening, Adam flops back down and rests his head on Boss' chest, rubbing his hand over his belly. Boss kisses the top of his head, murmurs "I love you" into his hair. Adam squeezes his side.
"Love you too, big boy," he murmurs, sated and sleepy, and happy in Boss' arms.
Things hardly ever slow down at Mother Base; but when they do, they make the absolute most of it.