The bed shifted, and John curled up behind him, spooning up against his body.
Adam gasped. His verynakedbody.
He snatched at the sheets, clutching them to his chest, only to remember that he didn't need to do that anymore.
“Shit,” he whispered.
“You okay?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Adam grabbed John's hand and dragged it up, pressing it right over his heart. He let out a little moan. “I still keep forgetting sometimes that they're gone.”
John brushed a feather-light kiss along his shoulder. “You'll get used to it,” he murmured, sounding perfectly confident.
“I thought I would be already.”
“Well, you've only had a few weeks without them compared to almost thirty years–”
“Let's not go aging me now,” Adam said, only half joking. “I'm only twenty-seven.”
John chuckled. “You just need more time for your skin memory to correct itself. That's all.” John brushed his thumb teasingly over Adam's right nipple. “And I'll be happy to help with that.”
Adam's brain started to short-circuit with each pass of John's thumb. “Huh? Help with what?”
“With retraining your skin,” John clarified in a husky murmur as he pressed up harder against him.
“Oh, fuck,” Adam gasped, feeling John's cock stiffen against his ass. “Daddy,” he begged.
“Christ,” John swore, sounding like the word had been viciously torn out of him. He reached past Adam, opened the nightstand drawer, and dug around for a condom in the dark.
Adam rocked his hips impatiently. Ever since he'd gotten cleared for physical activity, he'd felt insatiable. Maybe it was just a matter of making up for lost time, for all the seemingly endless days they'd had to abstain. Or maybe he felt sexier and more desirable now that he wasn't constantly plagued with the tension of having to hide part of his body. Whatever it was, the one thing he did know was that John wasn't moving nearly fast enough.
“Daddy,” he whined.
“Fuck.” John crushed him into the mattress as he reached for the lamp. Adam winced when John clicked it on, then watched through squinted eyes as John managed to find a condom and snatch it out of the drawer. “Christ,” John muttered. “Finally.”He ripped the wrapper open, then shoved a hand down between their bodies.
“Yep, that's it,” Adam said. “I'm gonna need more surgery.”
John went still. “What? Why?”
“Because I want you to be able to just shove that thing inside me without having to fight for a condom.”
John was silent for a moment. “Holy–” Adam glanced back and saw John squeeze his eyes shut while clamping a hand around the base of his cock. “Christ, baby.”
“That sounds hot, right?”
Instead of answering with words, John lurched up, yanked Adam over onto his back and dove on top of him, using his knees to kick Adam's legs wide open.
“Oh fuck,” Adam gasped, seeing the hunger in John's eyes, pinned by the intensity of his gaze. His brain seemed to stop working, losing all power over his own body, allowing John to take complete control.
John got up onto his knees, looming over Adam, looking suddenly huge, powerful, and irresistible. He grabbed his cock, dragging it up and down along Adam's slick flesh, then lined up and eased just the tip into Adam's body before he slammed home in one long, smooth thrust.
“Oh!” Adam gasped. His entire body trembled with need as John pulled back and slammed into him again. “Oh fuck. John. Daddy! Oh my god.”
John rapidly picked up the pace, even grabbing Adam by the hips and lifting them off the bed. Adam tensed for a moment. He'd always craved this position but hated it because the brutal thrusts had made his chest move about, even despite the tight fit of his binders. But that feeling never came now. He looked down the flat planes of his naked body. A grin took over his face, and he felt all his resistance vanish.
“Oh my god,” Adam cried. “Yes, yes, yes. Daddy, more! Harder!”
John grinned back and gave him exactly what he wanted.
