“Yeah, no kidding. We still have most of one more box, though, so we’ll be okay. If we need more than that, I’ll go out later.”
“Let’s hope not. We keep this up, my dick’s going to get sore.”
“And you’re not even topping,” Matt muttered. “Thank God for your natural lubrication.”
“No kidding.” Adam wrinkled his nose. “I can all too well imagine what it’d be like without it, even with artificial lube.” He waved a hand toward the door. “Your turn. Before it gets bad.”
Matt stood and, without thinking too much, kissed Adam’s temple as he passed. “I’ll only be a minute.” He wasn’t sure if he imagined the sharp intake of breath or if Adam really did it, but Matt didn’t bother even trying to figure it out.
Once he’d taken care of his bathrooming and brushing his teeth to rid himself of morning breath, Matt came back to the bedroom to find Adam spreading out a fresh top sheet, the bottom one already in place. The previous sheets lay in a pile on the floor.
“I’ll take care of these,” Matt offered, but Adam shook his head.
“Um, prefer you didn’t worry about it right now.”
The tone of Adam’s voice told Matt all he needed to know.
He stepped up behind Adam and wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist. A slight inhale of Adam’s scent was all he needed for his cock to go right back to rock hard, but he managed to ignore it for the moment. He focused on Adam and kissed his way across Adam’s shoulder, then up along his neck, fighting the urge to bite and instead teasing Adam’s earlobe.
Adam turned around, and Matt kissed him, letting himself get a little lost in it. Their tongues slid and Matt forgot to breathe for a moment. All he could focus on was Adam’s taste and the feel of that amazing body tight against him.
They broke apart, and Matt nudged Adam back to the bed. Without a word, Adam sat down and scooted. Eyes still on Matt, he lay down as Matt crawled onto the bed to join him. He leaned in and caught Adam’s lips in yet another kiss, unable to keep away.
Matt wanted to take it slow, stretch it out, but he didn’t think he was quite capable of that this time. The fuzziness in his head told him he’d been right earlier in his guess that his suppressant was wearing off. Still, he continued kissing Adam for another long moment before he pulled away. He moved to Adam’s chest and kissed his way to one nipple, earning himself a loud gasp when he teased it. It went hard almost instantly, so he turned to the other, getting the same sharp inhale.
But when he moved to continue on to Adam’s cock, Adam grunted and pulled at Matt’s hair. “Uh-uh. If you do that, I’ll come too fast.”
Matt sat up, and when he met Adam’s eyes, the fuzziness in Matt’s head—the need, the pending loss of control—was mirrored in the blue eyes staring back at him. Before he did something stupid, he dove for the bedside table and snatched a condom off the top. He forced himself to slow down to put it on, lest he tear it—they were already getting low—and managed to roll it onto his dick without messing it up.
He did stop long enough to make sure Adam was stretched enough, ignoring the “it’s fine” and “don’t need that.” No matter how badly he wanted to be inside Adam in that moment, he wasn’t going to risk tearing. The next time they had to do this would be a nightmare.
Once he was sure he wasn’t going to cause problems, he lifted Adam’s legs and got into place. But any hope of going slow or taking his time disappeared when the head of his dick breached tight muscle.
“Oh fuck,” Matt groaned, pushing in and burying his cock completely in one move.
“Yeah,” Adam grunted. “Fuck me. Please.”
Well, considering his hold on his control was a weak thread to begin with, it was no wonder it snapped with those words. He pulled out and thrust back in, hard. Adam braced himself on the headboard then lifted his legs, tilting his hips, giving Matt better access. Without hesitation, he took the prompting and started moving, pumping into Adam’s tight heat, his head full of nothing but white noise and Adam’s voice.
“Harder… fuck yes, more… God, deeper….” The words spilled from Adam’s lips in a constant babble, spurring him on. Everything Adam