They're holding him, holding him together and Adam can do nothing but tremble.
He lost his voice hours ago and his head lolls as he rocks between them.
Lucifer's mouth is at his ear and he's saying words that Adam can't even understand, but he answers him in soft, breathless noises and Michael's breath is a gentle, amused curl of heat against his cheek.
It hurts to be loved so completely.
"Adam, Adam, Adam..."
They say his name in languages that are now dust scattered by the wind and they're carefully knitting him back together even as they're pulling him apart.
Lucifer is a slow, all consuming cold that starts at the tip of his toes, but Michael?
Adam moans weakly then mewls and squirms when lips like fire press searing kisses to his skin that are then soothed by a mouth colder than any winter.
Michael fucks him like he's trying to conquer him.
It's like they're back in that room again and Adam is blinded by the effortless, almost arrogant brilliance that is Michael.
Lucifer bites at Adam's ear to make sure that he's not forgotten and Adam would laugh if he could, but instead, he presses back against Lucifer until he can see his breath in small, staccato puffs.
Michael lightly rakes his nails down Adam's chest and Adam makes a desperate sound as five points of fire heat his skin to a nearly impossible temperature.
He's feverish and freezing, but he doesn't want to stop.
They've been going at this for hours, maybe even days, but he doesn't want to stop.
His head lolls back against Lucifer's shoulder and his eyes flutter shut as they wring another orgasm out of him.
Lucifer licks the sweat from his cheek then smacks his lips and makes a low, pleased sound.
Adam will tell him how creepy that is once he remembers what words are.
Michael tugs him down into a kiss that leaves him a sweating, shaking wreck, so they sit up then hold him between them and love him until he feels like he's dying.
Adam is beyond exhaustion as he blindly presses wet, sloppy kisses to Micheal's mouth and Lucifer gently curls his fingers in Adam's hair then turns his head to bite at his lip.
"Perfect, perfect for us," Michael sighs as he watches them.
Adam is so happy that he could cry and he doesn't know if it's sweat or tears that Lucifer licks from his face, but he doesn't care.
'Don't let me go, don't let me go, please don't ever let me go.'
Lucifer croons at a pitch that makes the windows sing and if Michael's grip on him is now tight enough to bruise his bones, Adam doesn't notice.
Made For - Supernatural - Michael/Adam/Lucifer - R - Marathon
They're holding him, holding him together and Adam can do nothing but tremble.
He lost his voice hours ago and his head lolls as he rocks between them.
Lucifer's mouth is at his ear and he's saying words that Adam can't even understand, but he answers him in soft, breathless noises and Michael's breath is a gentle, amused curl of heat against his cheek.
It hurts to be loved so completely.
"Adam, Adam, Adam..."
They say his name in languages that are now dust scattered by the wind and they're carefully knitting him back together even as they're pulling him apart.
Lucifer is a slow, all consuming cold that starts at the tip of his toes, but Michael?
Adam moans weakly then mewls and squirms when lips like fire press searing kisses to his skin that are then soothed by a mouth colder than any winter.
Michael fucks him like he's trying to conquer him.
It's like they're back in that room again and Adam is blinded by the effortless, almost arrogant brilliance that is Michael.
Lucifer bites at Adam's ear to make sure that he's not forgotten and Adam would laugh if he could, but instead, he presses back against Lucifer until he can see his breath in small, staccato puffs.
Michael lightly rakes his nails down Adam's chest and Adam makes a desperate sound as five points of fire heat his skin to a nearly impossible temperature.
He's feverish and freezing, but he doesn't want to stop.
They've been going at this for hours, maybe even days, but he doesn't want to stop.
His head lolls back against Lucifer's shoulder and his eyes flutter shut as they wring another orgasm out of him.
Lucifer licks the sweat from his cheek then smacks his lips and makes a low, pleased sound.
Adam will tell him how creepy that is once he remembers what words are.
Michael tugs him down into a kiss that leaves him a sweating, shaking wreck, so they sit up then hold him between them and love him until he feels like he's dying.
Adam is beyond exhaustion as he blindly presses wet, sloppy kisses to Micheal's mouth and Lucifer gently curls his fingers in Adam's hair then turns his head to bite at his lip.
"Perfect, perfect for us," Michael sighs as he watches them.
Adam is so happy that he could cry and he doesn't know if it's sweat or tears that Lucifer licks from his face, but he doesn't care.
'Don't let me go, don't let me go, please don't ever let me go.'
Lucifer croons at a pitch that makes the windows sing and if Michael's grip on him is now tight enough to bruise his bones, Adam doesn't notice.