That's what this was about, Michael showing Adam how completely and irrevocably he owned him. How there was no one else on the planet that could strip him down and tear him apart piece by blissfully piece quite the same way Michael could, how if anyone looked, the would find his name etched into Adam's bones. It increases the pleasure, sends white hot streaks of lightning down Adam's spine as he arches violently and comes all over his stomach and expensive silk tie. Then, and only then, with his nerve endings abused, heart racing and the whorl a million miles away, does Michael finally fuck him in earnest. Each snap of his hips, now even more rough against the sensitive skin because of the fabric, broke Adam a little more, carved Michael's name a little bit deeper and kept Adam from sanity that little bit longer.
Michael doesn't care that his hand prints will be bruised into Adam's hips, or that if his brothers are back that they will most assuredly have heard them now, all he cares about is the heat all around him and the point he was making.
"M-Michael!"
The second orgasm that Michael manages to wring from Adam hurts, burns and shoots through him quickly and surprisingly with Michael following not far behind.
They lay there a moment, sweaty, sore bodies tangled together onto of an heirloom desk, before Michael reluctantly pulls away. Adam stays on he desk, sprawled across the surface like some kind of erotic art and Michael indulges himself a little when he leans down and licks away the release on Adam's stomach and makes the boy almost convulse. He smirks as he buttons up his pants and retrieves the suit from its nicely folds position and throws it over his shoulders. He can feel Adam watching him from half-lidded eyes, but he doesn't look over until he, once again, looks impeccable despite his ruined hair.
Michael smiles as he leans down, brushing his lips softly against Adam's as he runs fingers through his damp hair.
"Take the rest of the day off, because we're not finished here."
And with that he takes his leave, letting Adam groan in equal parts frustration and anticipation and wonder just how much more of this he could take today and how much worse it will get when he has to pitch the company to the next client in front of Michael.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]
Date: 2011-10-23 02:03 am (UTC)Michael doesn't care that his hand prints will be bruised into Adam's hips, or that if his brothers are back that they will most assuredly have heard them now, all he cares about is the heat all around him and the point he was making.
"M-Michael!"
The second orgasm that Michael manages to wring from Adam hurts, burns and shoots through him quickly and surprisingly with Michael following not far behind.
They lay there a moment, sweaty, sore bodies tangled together onto of an heirloom desk, before Michael reluctantly pulls away. Adam stays on he desk, sprawled across the surface like some kind of erotic art and Michael indulges himself a little when he leans down and licks away the release on Adam's stomach and makes the boy almost convulse. He smirks as he buttons up his pants and retrieves the suit from its nicely folds position and throws it over his shoulders. He can feel Adam watching him from half-lidded eyes, but he doesn't look over until he, once again, looks impeccable despite his ruined hair.
Michael smiles as he leans down, brushing his lips softly against Adam's as he runs fingers through his damp hair.
"Take the rest of the day off, because we're not finished here."
And with that he takes his leave, letting Adam groan in equal parts frustration and anticipation and wonder just how much more of this he could take today and how much worse it will get when he has to pitch the company to the next client in front of Michael.