Noah left the bathroom, flipping off the light and walking straight to Adam, wrapping his arms around his neck. Adam returned the embrace, surprised when Noah lifted his legs and wrapped them around his waist, burying his face against his throat.
Adam dropped his hands to cup Noah’s ass, shifting his weight before carrying him farther into the room. “What’s happening here? What are we doing?”
He nuzzled his nose against Adam’s neck. “You’re carrying me to bed.”
“To bed, huh?” Adam teased, walking towards the staircase. “And what are we going to do when we get there?”
“Slow boning,” Noah said, kissing his way along Adam’s jaw.
“I’m sorry, what?” Adam asked around a laugh, trudging up the stairs with Noah still clinging to him.
“I want you inside me, but I don’t want it rough. I’m not in the mood. I want the feelings stuff. Kissing. Missionary. Lots of eye contact and mushiness. Fuck me but make it romantic-like.”
Adam snickered at Noah’s explanation but was more than happy to give him whatever he needed.
Once upstairs, he set Noah on his feet, finding his mouth as they undressed each other. Adam liked roughing Noah up but only because that was what he needed and Adam loved watching him fall apart. But if Noah wanted slow, Adam could give him that and was already half hard just thinking about sliding inside him.
When they were both naked, Adam laid Noah down on the bed, then followed him down, blanketing his weight over top of Noah so he could kiss him again, slowly, deeply, thoroughly. He found himself caught up in just kissing Noah—the softness of his lips, the way his tongue darted and retreated, the breathy sighs he released.
Somewhere along the way, Adam slowly started rocking against him, their cocks slotting together in a friction that sent tiny shocks along his spine. He couldn’t remember ever enjoying sex as much as he did with Noah. It had always been a means to an end, an orgasm that required far more work than just masturbating.
But everything Noah did was sexy. The way he rolled his hips upward to meet Adam’s. The way he gripped his ass like he needed him closer. The way his breathing quickened the longer they lay there, and the tiny aborted noises of frustration when Adam didn’t immediately give him what he wanted.
Adam broke the kiss. “You wanted slow. I’m giving you slow.”
“I said slow, not glacial,” Noah said, tone grumpy.
Adam chuckled, catching Noah’s hair in his fist to tug his head back, giving him access to his neck and shoulder. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Oh, I can definitely do that,” Adam promised. He moved down Noah’s body, licking over one nipple and then the other, tugging gently with his teeth. “Here?”
“Lower,” Noah murmured, breathless.
Adam smiled, biting at Noah’s side and earning a barked out laugh and as he squirmed to get away. Noah was ticklish. That was good to know. “So, not there?”
“No, not there. You’re getting warmer, though.”
Adam skipped over Noah’s flushed and leaking cock to nuzzle at the seam where his hips and thigh met, the hair tickling his nose but Noah’s whine of irritation making it worth it. He gave the other side the same treatment. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Stop teasing,” Noah said.
Adam caught his knees in his hands and brought them over his shoulders, using his thumbs to spread Noah wide, tonguing over his entrance. Noah moaned long and low, his hands fisting in Adam’s hair, pulling him deeper into the heart of him. “Oh, fuck. More.”
Adam gave Noah what he wanted, licking and sucking at him like a starving man, Noah’s cries feeding him. He lifted his head, searching for the lube. The tube slapped him in the forehead.
“There. Get back to work,” Noah managed.
“Yes, sir,” Adam said around another laugh.
He coated his fingers, his mouth closing over Noah’s cock as he pushed two fingers into him, eyes rolling as the tight heat of Noah’s body seemed to almost suck him in. Once more, Noah’s hands found Adam’s hair, squirming beneath him as he sucked him, wanting to make him feel good but not good enough to get off. Noah was only going to come with Adam buried inside him.
“I’m ready. Get up here,” Noah said, digging his heels into Adam’s shoulders to drive home the point.
Adam crawled up his body, pressing his forehead to Noah’s. “You sure are pushy when I’m not bossing you around,” he said before burying himself in Noah in one thrust.
Noah cried out in surprise, moaning as Adam began to move within him. “Is this what you needed?” He captured Noah’s mouth in a greedy kiss before tearing his mouth away to say, “Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve wanted to be inside you all day, fantasized about sneaking you upstairs and fucking you up against the wall of my childhood bedroom, coming inside you with my whole family downstairs. Is that romantic?” he mused.
