Adam barely has time to lock the door before Michael is pressed against him, sharp lines and muted jealous fury lining his movements, making them quick and hard and exactly how Adam likes them. The door handle might be digging into his kidney and his elbow is probably bruised, but when Michael's fingers slide into his hair and pulls, Adam doesn't care. He just gasps and tilts his head back, baring his throat to claiming teeth and shivers when the fingers curl tighter against his scalp.
"Y-you wanted to see me, Michael?"
Adam can't deny the rough edges of his voice, the need that creeps into his words as Michael nips at his jaw and slides at knee between his legs without resistance. It takes self control and a twist of Michael's fingers in his hair to keep Adam from grinding down. He knows what he did to Michael all morning, knows how he teased and flirted and generally just drove Michael insane because, though the usually stoic man refused to admit it, Adam knew that Michael had a possessive streak in him. Until now, Adam really hadn't thought to test it quite like this.
Michael doesn't respond right away, though Adam can feel the slow slide of a smirk across his lips before Michael pointedly makes a mark just below Adam's jaw in a place that no dress shirt would cover. Adam swallows down the whimper but he is sure that Michael feels the noise caught in his throat anyway.
"I did. And why do you think I would want to see you Adam."
That tone, the heavy and dark edge to Michael's voice curls around Adam's spine and sank claws into his bones, dragging him closer to the event horizon and Michael damn well knew it. That voice coupled with Michael's fingers sliding beneath his shirt and dragging blunt nails across his skin pulls an embarrassingly needy noise from the blond, a noise he tries to hide with a breathless laugh and a leg hooked around Michael's knee to pull him closer.
"Perhaps to thank me for acquiring such an amazing new partner for the company?" He tries to give Michael his best innocent look, a look that isn't quite as effective thanks to the flush on his face and the slow rock of his hips against the impeccably cut lines of Michael's suit. He tries anyway.
Michael's next words are almost a warning, "A thank you? Is that what you think?" For the first time since he met Michael, Adam sees him as the rest of the world does; an influential, powerful and dangerous man with little regard for the lines on the ground if they stood in his way. This was Michael Milton, leader of Seraphim and what Michael Milton wanted, Michael Milton got no matter what.
Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [3/...]
"Y-you wanted to see me, Michael?"
Adam can't deny the rough edges of his voice, the need that creeps into his words as Michael nips at his jaw and slides at knee between his legs without resistance. It takes self control and a twist of Michael's fingers in his hair to keep Adam from grinding down. He knows what he did to Michael all morning, knows how he teased and flirted and generally just drove Michael insane because, though the usually stoic man refused to admit it, Adam knew that Michael had a possessive streak in him. Until now, Adam really hadn't thought to test it quite like this.
Michael doesn't respond right away, though Adam can feel the slow slide of a smirk across his lips before Michael pointedly makes a mark just below Adam's jaw in a place that no dress shirt would cover. Adam swallows down the whimper but he is sure that Michael feels the noise caught in his throat anyway.
"I did. And why do you think I would want to see you Adam."
That tone, the heavy and dark edge to Michael's voice curls around Adam's spine and sank claws into his bones, dragging him closer to the event horizon and Michael damn well knew it. That voice coupled with Michael's fingers sliding beneath his shirt and dragging blunt nails across his skin pulls an embarrassingly needy noise from the blond, a noise he tries to hide with a breathless laugh and a leg hooked around Michael's knee to pull him closer.
"Perhaps to thank me for acquiring such an amazing new partner for the company?" He tries to give Michael his best innocent look, a look that isn't quite as effective thanks to the flush on his face and the slow rock of his hips against the impeccably cut lines of Michael's suit. He tries anyway.
Michael's next words are almost a warning, "A thank you? Is that what you think?" For the first time since he met Michael, Adam sees him as the rest of the world does; an influential, powerful and dangerous man with little regard for the lines on the ground if they stood in his way. This was Michael Milton, leader of Seraphim and what Michael Milton wanted, Michael Milton got no matter what.
Adam shouldn't have found it as hot as he did.