"Insulted? I think I should be insulted that you thought it was a good idea to flirt in front of me All. Day." The blond gets no chance to reply before two fingers are pressed against his lips; he doesn't wait for anything more, just opens his mouth and sucks them in, letting his tongue curl around the digits and relishes the shiver that spreads through Michael's body as he leans close. The slide of fabric against skin makes him moan around the fingers and, if the darkening of Michael's eyes is anything to go by, the other quite enjoys that noise. "I like you better like this, when your mouth is occupied."
The fingers come free of Adam's lips with a wet noise that seems far too loud against the quiet roomed filled only with laboured breathing and the echoes of pleased noises. Adam's leg is hauled over Michael's shoulder as he teases around Adam's entrance in a way specifically meant to drive the other mad. He figured it was fair after today. As the Adam starts to squirm, leg clenching and trying to pull Michael closer, he pushes in fast and swift and curls with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what to do to make someone else fall apart.
And Michael, Michael knew exactly how to make Adam fall apart.
Adam gasps, arches back against the desk and keens as Michael stretches him, works him open and adds a second finger that is too much and not enough because all Adam wants is more. "Michael, j-just hurry up"
It's not quite a demand, not quite begging and, obviously, not quite enough for Michael to comply. He just raises an eyebrow and adds another finger and abuses that bundle of nerves until the burn fades entirely and Adam can barely think to breathe through the pleasure. It isn't until he is nearly undone, throat rough from the constant stream of curses and praises and pleas for Michael to just fuck him already, that the other complies. Michael removes his fingers and far too gracefully undoes the belt and buckles on his pants.
Normally, Adam might make a comment about Michael's need to keep his suit clean, or how he wanted to see all of him now, but he can't string the words together, especially when Michael is hovering over him with that took in his eye and he can feel the blunt pressure of Michael finally pushing in. He wants to sob with relief, rolling his hips back in an attempt to get Michael to go faster, deeper, but he'll have none of that. Michael pulls away and grips Adam's hips to keep him still and, in a display of self control Adam nearly envies, sets to fucking Adam almost painfully slowly while Adam tries to pull himself together just a little bit.
He fails spectacularly, especially when Michael finds that angle that makes his vision blur and his whole body clench. Each deliberate thrust pulls another ragged noise from Adam, noises that usually Michael would swallow down with a kiss, but this time he lets Adam's voice fill the room without a single care as to whether or not his brothers were back from lunch. This time, Michael wanted to hear it, wanted to hear Adam chant his name like some kind of profane prayer as he shook apart, and Michael go what he wanted.
"Hnnn, like that, Adam?" He chuckles, deep and low as the blond writhes beneath him, arching and straining against the hands that hold him down. "Remember this next time you feel the need to pull a stunt like that again. Remember you're mine."
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Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [5/...]
Date: 2011-10-23 01:58 am (UTC)The fingers come free of Adam's lips with a wet noise that seems far too loud against the quiet roomed filled only with laboured breathing and the echoes of pleased noises. Adam's leg is hauled over Michael's shoulder as he teases around Adam's entrance in a way specifically meant to drive the other mad. He figured it was fair after today. As the Adam starts to squirm, leg clenching and trying to pull Michael closer, he pushes in fast and swift and curls with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what to do to make someone else fall apart.
And Michael, Michael knew exactly how to make Adam fall apart.
Adam gasps, arches back against the desk and keens as Michael stretches him, works him open and adds a second finger that is too much and not enough because all Adam wants is more. "Michael, j-just hurry up"
It's not quite a demand, not quite begging and, obviously, not quite enough for Michael to comply. He just raises an eyebrow and adds another finger and abuses that bundle of nerves until the burn fades entirely and Adam can barely think to breathe through the pleasure. It isn't until he is nearly undone, throat rough from the constant stream of curses and praises and pleas for Michael to just fuck him already, that the other complies. Michael removes his fingers and far too gracefully undoes the belt and buckles on his pants.
Normally, Adam might make a comment about Michael's need to keep his suit clean, or how he wanted to see all of him now, but he can't string the words together, especially when Michael is hovering over him with that took in his eye and he can feel the blunt pressure of Michael finally pushing in. He wants to sob with relief, rolling his hips back in an attempt to get Michael to go faster, deeper, but he'll have none of that. Michael pulls away and grips Adam's hips to keep him still and, in a display of self control Adam nearly envies, sets to fucking Adam almost painfully slowly while Adam tries to pull himself together just a little bit.
He fails spectacularly, especially when Michael finds that angle that makes his vision blur and his whole body clench. Each deliberate thrust pulls another ragged noise from Adam, noises that usually Michael would swallow down with a kiss, but this time he lets Adam's voice fill the room without a single care as to whether or not his brothers were back from lunch. This time, Michael wanted to hear it, wanted to hear Adam chant his name like some kind of profane prayer as he shook apart, and Michael go what he wanted.
"Hnnn, like that, Adam?" He chuckles, deep and low as the blond writhes beneath him, arching and straining against the hands that hold him down. "Remember this next time you feel the need to pull a stunt like that again. Remember you're mine."