Staccato (Magnum Opus #2) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,80

he said, a near demand.

Adam groaned, lifting his hips slightly, but it wasn’t a protest. “Just don’t take too long.”

Nik wasn’t in the mood to draw it out. He discarded his own clothes until he knelt above Adam, naked and throbbing as he took his cock into his hand and gave it a couple of strokes. His head slid from his foreskin, wet and cooling as his precome beaded at the tip, and he swirled his thumb around it.

“Jesus,” Adam breathed. “You are so hot.”

Nik chuckled, the sound low and dark, and he leaned in, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot just under Adam’s ear and sucked. “So are you.”

“Yeah?” Adam’s voice had only a hint of insecurity, but it was enough.

Nik pulled back, then carefully shifted downward so he could get to Adam’s button. It popped free, and Nik unzipped them before spreading the fabric into a wide V, and his hands brushed the front of him. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he felt something thick beneath the silky boxer-briefs Adam was wearing.

“It’s my packer,” Adam explained before Nik could ask. “Um. I…it helps, you know. With dysphoria and shit.”

Nik hummed, reminding himself to do more reading so he didn’t have to lay all the burden on Adam. Right now, he didn’t want any anatomy lesson Adam didn’t want to give. He just wanted to make his boyfriend come. He shifted lower as he dragged Adam’s jeans down, then laid his mouth at the waistband of his underwear and sank teeth into hairy, soft flesh.

“Oh god,” Adam moaned, his entire body shifting and writhing. “Just…just…take it all off.”

Nik didn’t need telling twice. He dug his fingers into the waistband, and with a hard thump, the rest of Adam’s clothes fell to the floor. He was by Adam’s knees now, the knobby joints under his hands almost pointed. He dragged flat palms over the tops of his thighs, following his fingers with more open-mouthed kisses. When he reached the join of Adam’s groin, he paused.

“Do you have tattoos here?”

Adam let out a strained laugh. “No? Uh…not that high up.”

Nik’s thumbs explored ahead of his mouth, brushing through thick, coarse hair. He smelled musky and hot, and his mouth watered. “Can I…”

“Yes,” Adam hissed. “God, yes. If you don’t touch me, I’m going to fucking die.”

“Can’t have that,” Nik murmured, then his hand moved higher. His fingers met soft flesh, heated, wet, the movement of Adam’s hips into it showing his desperation. His fingers found a wet crease, and they pushed upward along a thick, throbbing mound of flesh.

“God. No one has touched my dick in so long,” Adam all-but begged. “Can you…your mouth? Will you?”

Nik surged forward, parting Adam’s legs farther with insistent hands as he laid his mouth to that spot. He licked first, a long stripe up the dick before opening his mouth and sucking with light pressure, feeling it hot against his tongue. It was different, yes, but the rest was the same. Bringing pleasure was the same.

And yet, it was more. It was more, because it was Adam. His own cock leaked a steady stream between his legs, desperate to bury itself somewhere inside his lover’s body. Nik’s fingers grazed upward again, thumbing at the pierced nipples, brushing over the curve of his throat.

“Where do you want me?” he asked.

Adam’s arm flailed to the side, then the lube slapped against Nik’s palm. “My ass. Fuck my ass.”

Nik groaned, reaching down to pinch the base of his dick so he didn’t shoot off before he could bury himself in Adam’s tight heat. And maybe he should have let himself—he felt years younger, like he could come all over Adam’s stomach, and with a single moan from his lover, get hard and start all over again.

But he wasn’t young, and he didn’t want to risk it, didn’t want to waste a single moment. It was sex, but it felt like more, and that was terrifying enough as it was. He tore at the plastic on the lube bottle with his teeth, throwing it to the side, then he smeared a large dollop on one hand while his other urged Adam onto his stomach.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes,” Adam said, his voice muffled but urgent. Nik felt him wriggle his ass backward, searching for something—for more—for Nik.

“I’ve got you.” The words tumbled from his lips, sweeter than the things he wanted to do to this man. The juxtaposition made his head spin, and he braced himself on