Bloodstream: Under Your Skin 1/7
Masterpost
PART 1:
I am you and you are me
We will never be alone
I have finally found my place in everything
I have finally found my home
-Vessel, Nine Inch Nails
Moving in the middle of the night wasn't something that Adam was ever gonna get used to, but, as he and Tommy liked to joke, it was a necessary evil. It wasn't as if they weren't strong enough to do the lifting, and they always rented furnished apartments; it was just that everyone else in the building was always asleep when the two of them were carrying everything in.
It wasn't easy being quiet, considerate neighbors while they were schlepping all their worldly belongings along strange, dark hallways. Their night vision might have been honed to a fine point, but neither one of them could see through cardboard.
So when Adam apologized for the third time for hitting Tommy in the back of the head with the heaviest box they had, Tommy lost his cool. He turned back to look at Adam with blazing eyes and hissed.
"Did you just fucking hiss at me?" Adam asked, and anyone who might have been awake would have heard the sarcastic sincerity dripping from his words. "I said I was sorry. What the hell else do you want? You wanna carry all these boxes by yourself? It's not like you haven't done this without me before, you know."
Tommy rolled his eyes before he replied, "Yeah, and when I was by myself, I didn't have all this shit to move. Who the fuck needs all this? Why do we have three boxes of makeup? And all these clothes? You can't wear all these, even if you live forever."
"Stop bitching about my stuff and help, or I'll fucking kill you," Adam bitched at Tommy, who glared at him and looked as if he might hiss at him again.
Tommy started walking again and muttered back to Adam, "Please, I'm stronger than you, asshole. My bloodline can take on your size any day. I'd pin you to the floor or wall and hold you there until you calmed down."
"We talked about this. No public sex. And that is so not the way to get me to calm down anyway," Adam told him, almost smirking, not that Tommy would see that because he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.
"Oh, so public feeding is okay, but not sex. What's wrong with that?" Tommy shot back at him, reminding Adam of how they tended to maybe have a little snack before they got somewhere private. It was just more fun.
They stopped in front of their new apartment's front door, and Adam put down the box he was holding while Tommy fished out the keys. "I'm just not that much of an exhibitionist. Some things are private," he said with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, right," Tommy snorted, and almost kicked open the door once it was unlocked and just pushed his box of crap inside with a shove of his feet. This didn't go over well with Adam, because that was his crap in that box.
"Shut up and pick up this crap so we'll get this finished before sunrise," Adam told him, and picked up his box that contained some of Tommy's crap because he knew how to handle things and wasn't a barbarian like his other, not better, half.
Tommy hauled the box back up and headed for their soon to be bedroom to get rid of it. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You still love me."
"Obviously, or I wouldn't have stuck through all this shit and you intentionally trying to damage my stuff that's not crap," Adam told him, putting away the box in the bedroom and then grabbing Tommy, pushing him up against the wall while nipping lightly at his chin.
"You don't complain about all my crap when I use it to bring home dinner, do you?" Adam asked as his teeth made their way down the column of Tommy's throat. Tommy felt stirrings that were best not dealt with while their new apartment door was still wide open. Adam knew exactly what he was doing. Tommy always reacted the same way when Adam unexpectedly tried to display dominance. Adam might be stronger than he had any right to be, but Tommy's bloodline would still win out.
Quicker than the human eye could see, Tommy had reversed their positions and had Adam pinned against the wall. “You only did that to make me do this, right?” Tommy asked as he pushed his face so close to Adam's that Adam had to turn his head to avoid being literally bitten by the words. Tommy's eyes were showing flickering signs of his being on the brink of a transformation. It was only by sheer willpower that he was able to fight it off. He used his body to push Adam against the wall, while one hand grasped Adam's chin and forced his captive to face him once more.
Adam's breathing had quickened, and his eyes had taken on an anticipatory gleam. His hands were desperately trying to find Tommy's skin that was hidden by far too much clothing. Tommy's hand on Adam's chin loosened its hold slightly while his eyes continued to demand Adam's full attention. “We'll finish this later,” he spat out while his hand drifted down to Adam's throat. “We have shit to take care of right now,” Tommy was breathing hard by this point, and needed to break the contact between them while he still could. “I'll bring the rest of the boxes in; you start finding places for all this shit.”
Adam leaned against the wall, watching Tommy walk out of the new apartment. He only hoped that the neighbors had been sleeping soundly enough so that their noises of the night hadn't disturbed anyone's slumber.
There's one thing no one should ever do, and that's wake up a vampire at the crack of dawn when they just fell asleep. It was impossible to know what they might do. But what Tommy did was go out into the hallway and glare at the crazy, small, skinny guy banging on the neighbor's door like it was the apocalypse.
The guy looked up from his banging and towards Tommy, meeting his death glare as he sniffed the air. Skinny guy's eyes went wide, and he fled with his metaphorical tail between his legs.
Weres, great. Tommy was so not in the fucking mood to deal with a were of any kind. Didn't smell like a werewolf, so at least there was that. You didn't want to mess with a werewolf. Even though Tommy may have done that a few times in the past, but he'd been alone and had nothing to lose.
Tommy was about to go back inside, and back to bed, when the neighbor's door was ripped open, and a young girl with crazy red and purple hair poked her head outside. She looked around the hallway and finally saw Tommy.
She was a were too. She didn't seem scared like the other one, but then he wasn't glaring at her. He was about to say something to her, and she seemed to be waiting for him to speak, when arms wrapped around his waist, and Adam asked if he was coming back to bed.
The redheaded girl smirked and went back inside her apartment, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway with the sun peeking through the window at the end of the corridor. The sun wasn't really a problem for Tommy, but Adam was less tolerant to the effects of the light, so he just stepped out of Adam's embrace and moved to go back into the apartment with Adam in tow.
They made their way back to the bedroom that was now safely enshrouded with blackout drapes. Tommy wanted nothing more than to return to the comforting slumber that he'd so recently been enjoying. Darkness and dreams waited to hold him gently through the day.
But it seemed that Adam was finding it harder to fall asleep again. He tossed and turned in their bed for at least a half an hour, whining the whole time about not feeling tired and inconsiderate neighbors. Each new sentence brought forth an increase in his level of volume, until their new neighbor could be heard pounding on their adjoining wall, informing them that some people were trying to sleep.
Tommy was prepared, and Adam only managed to shout an indignant, “Oh, hell no,” before Tommy's hand was firmly clamped over his mouth.
Of course the volume of those few words was enough to bring another round of knocking on the wall from their neighbor, along with the words, “Seriously, dudes. Do whatever you want over there, but keep the noise down, okay? A girl needs her beauty sleep, ya know.”
It was almost beyond Tommy's sleep deprived body's ability to keep Adam restrained and in their bed. He had to focus his mind and gather his strength to subdue Adam, but in concentrating on keeping Adam in place, he'd failed to notice that his hand was now clamped over both Adam's mouth and his nose.
Adam couldn't breathe. At first, he was just mad that Tommy was keeping him from doing what he wanted to do, but as his lungs kept trying and failing to do what they were meant to do, he realized that this was a little more serious than a battle of wills. His very life hung in the balance of Tommy's wakefulness and awareness. His panicked struggles didn't seem to be registering to Tommy as anything more than him wanting another chance to hurl a scathing retort in the direction of their neighbor.
Adam continued to thrash wildly on the bed, and Tommy had to use the full length of his body to keep the larger vampire in place. Tommy really didn't want problems with the new neighbors already. One move this week was more than enough, and he sure as hell wasn't about to let one of Adam's diva attacks ruin this. He was so damn tired, and the sooner he could get Adam to relax, the sooner they could both go back to sleep.
Adam's struggles increased in direct proportion to his decreasing oxygen levels. He knew his life was in Tommy's hands, or, more to the point, Tommy's hand. The strength of that one hand was slowly becoming the focal point of his whole world. Adam could feel each finger as they pressed into his face. He could feel the arch of the palm as it covered both his mouth and his nose. He could feel the lying delicateness of the bones that hid the strength of the ages within.
Even as he continued to struggle, Adam saw the futility of his actions. His life was Tommy's to do with as he would, just as it'd always been Tommy's. With this realization came a feeling of serenity, a sense of giving control over to someone else, and something deep inside Adam was okay with that somehow.
Not only was he okay with it, he found it freeing--and stimulating, judging by the reaction his cock seemed to have. His dick was on its way to becoming painfully hard, and he'd never been more thankful for loose sleep pants.
For some reason the state of his dick was able to capture Tommy's attention better than the state of his non-breathing had. It might've had something to do with the way that Adam had started grinding his growing problem against Tommy's hip, but, whatever the reason, it served to bring Tommy to full wakefulness.
As the state of Adam's arousal became evident to Tommy, he started noticing other things as well. Things like the near panicked look on Adam's face, the lack of movement in Adam's chest that would indicate breathing, the slow drift of Adam's hands towards his hardening cock.
Tommy might have been a little sleep fuzzy, but he could still put two and two together. He was no newcomer to some of the more playful aspects of sex, and if Adam found this arousing, he would go with it. He knew it would take a lot more than not being able to breathe for a few minutes to cause any harm to Adam, but he also knew that as a newborn in terms of vampire ages, Adam wouldn't trust his new ability to go longer periods without oxygen. Tommy decided to have a little fun.
"You like this, don't you, Adam?" he asked as he removed his hand just far enough for Adam to pull in a quick breath. "This really turns you on, doesn't it?" he questioned as he palmed Adam's cock through the thin material of the sleep pants.
Adam came so close to coming at the slight touch that he felt color rise to his cheeks. He hadn't gotten off on one touch since his first time, but here he was, acting like a blushing virgin all over again. His only means of communicating with Tommy were through body movement or eye contact. He realized that one of those options was about to be canceled when Tommy's hand that had just been on Adam's dick pulled the drawstring out of Adam's pants.
Tommy still had his hand over Adam's mouth, but he was allowing Adam to breathe through his nose. He leaned down far enough so that his lips brushed the sensitive skin in front of Adam's ear as he said, "I'm gonna use this tie to keep your hands outta the way. We both know you could break it with no problem if you wanted to, but you're not gonna break it, are you?"
Adam shook his head and was rewarded with a touching of Tommy's lips to his forehead. “I'm gonna make this real good for you, Adam,” Tommy said as he tied the tie around one of Adam's wrists. “This is something you're gonna remember for a long time.” Tommy looped the tie through the headboard of the bed and secured the other end around Adam's remaining hand.
When both hands were secured, Tommy slowly slid Adam's pants down until Adam could kick them off, which resulted in Adam kicking the wall in his haste to be rid of them. This, in turn, resulted in another admonition from their new neighbor. Tommy's hand never left Adam's mouth, and as they heard the words, “Seriously, guys, if I don't get some more sleep, I'm gonna have to call someone to take care of things,” his hand once again cut Adam's air supply off entirely.
"We don't want to upset the neighbors, do we?” Tommy whispered as he rested his forehead against Adam's. “If I let you breathe, you're gonna be a good boy and be quiet, aren't you?”
Adam nodded as well as he could with the restraining hand still on his mouth. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of whatever whim Tommy was feeling was exciting and dangerous, and Adam was having a hard time lying still. He could feel the heat and tension building in his cock, and he wanted nothing more than to find relief.
Just when Adam thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt Tommy's hand grab his cock. This time there was no fabric separating their skin, and Tommy's grip was the furthest thing from gentle that Adam had ever felt.
Tommy's hand started a slow drag from the base of Adam's cock to the tip, never loosening the pressure. Adam was beside himself with the torture of it all; the pain and the pleasure mixing together and overlaying each other until Adam couldn't tell which was which.
The pace of Tommy's hand picked up, and Adam knew he wouldn't be able to last any longer. Tommy could sense how close Adam was, and this time when he cut off Adam's air supply, it was done with more force than before. Tommy's hand rested on Adam's throat, and Tommy could feel Adam's excitement through the increased tempo of the blood rushing just below the surface. He decided to up the ante a little and pressed his thumb over the vessel just hard enough to slow down the flow while leaning down enough to nip the skin covering Adam's collarbone. The bright red blossom of blood beading on the surface of Adam's skin pushed Tommy even closer to transformation, but he knew he had to stay in control if he wanted to make this good for Adam.
Tommy held Adam down with his body while Adam fought for air and satisfaction at the same time. He could feel his orgasm approaching but his world was graying out from lack of oxygen. Little sparks of light started splashing at the edge of his vision. The rush of his own blood had the force of a freight train as it pounded through his body but never seemed to make it to his brain. He could feel every nerve in his body in painfully sharp relief, and he knew that the answer to everything was Tommy's to share or withhold.
All it took was the words, “Now, Adam,” from Tommy's mouth, and Adam was coming harder than he'd ever come before. He could feel the sensation from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and everything was coming together at his cock. The orgasm itself seemed to go on, and on, and on. He realized that Tommy was no longer restricting his breathing as he drew great gasping breaths into his burning lungs.
Every muscle in his body seemed to have lost whatever tone it had as he melted into the softness of the mattress. Adam could vaguely hear soothing sounds that Tommy must have been making, but he couldn't make his mind pick out individual words. He was beyond caring about anything except the small kisses he felt being placed on his face and neck, and the blissful release of sleep.
Tommy untied Adam's wrists and covered both of them up with the soft blankets on the bed. He'd never seen Adam react that way before, but it was something he planned to use again. Tommy couldn't help but wonder if Adam had really fallen asleep so quickly, or if he'd passed out from the intensity of what he'd just been through. It really didn't matter, though. Adam was finally quiet. After some sleep and a good meal they'd be able to sort the neighbor thing out.
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PART 1:
I am you and you are me
We will never be alone
I have finally found my place in everything
I have finally found my home
-Vessel, Nine Inch Nails
Moving in the middle of the night wasn't something that Adam was ever gonna get used to, but, as he and Tommy liked to joke, it was a necessary evil. It wasn't as if they weren't strong enough to do the lifting, and they always rented furnished apartments; it was just that everyone else in the building was always asleep when the two of them were carrying everything in.
It wasn't easy being quiet, considerate neighbors while they were schlepping all their worldly belongings along strange, dark hallways. Their night vision might have been honed to a fine point, but neither one of them could see through cardboard.
So when Adam apologized for the third time for hitting Tommy in the back of the head with the heaviest box they had, Tommy lost his cool. He turned back to look at Adam with blazing eyes and hissed.
"Did you just fucking hiss at me?" Adam asked, and anyone who might have been awake would have heard the sarcastic sincerity dripping from his words. "I said I was sorry. What the hell else do you want? You wanna carry all these boxes by yourself? It's not like you haven't done this without me before, you know."
Tommy rolled his eyes before he replied, "Yeah, and when I was by myself, I didn't have all this shit to move. Who the fuck needs all this? Why do we have three boxes of makeup? And all these clothes? You can't wear all these, even if you live forever."
"Stop bitching about my stuff and help, or I'll fucking kill you," Adam bitched at Tommy, who glared at him and looked as if he might hiss at him again.
Tommy started walking again and muttered back to Adam, "Please, I'm stronger than you, asshole. My bloodline can take on your size any day. I'd pin you to the floor or wall and hold you there until you calmed down."
"We talked about this. No public sex. And that is so not the way to get me to calm down anyway," Adam told him, almost smirking, not that Tommy would see that because he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.
"Oh, so public feeding is okay, but not sex. What's wrong with that?" Tommy shot back at him, reminding Adam of how they tended to maybe have a little snack before they got somewhere private. It was just more fun.
They stopped in front of their new apartment's front door, and Adam put down the box he was holding while Tommy fished out the keys. "I'm just not that much of an exhibitionist. Some things are private," he said with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, right," Tommy snorted, and almost kicked open the door once it was unlocked and just pushed his box of crap inside with a shove of his feet. This didn't go over well with Adam, because that was his crap in that box.
"Shut up and pick up this crap so we'll get this finished before sunrise," Adam told him, and picked up his box that contained some of Tommy's crap because he knew how to handle things and wasn't a barbarian like his other, not better, half.
Tommy hauled the box back up and headed for their soon to be bedroom to get rid of it. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You still love me."
"Obviously, or I wouldn't have stuck through all this shit and you intentionally trying to damage my stuff that's not crap," Adam told him, putting away the box in the bedroom and then grabbing Tommy, pushing him up against the wall while nipping lightly at his chin.
"You don't complain about all my crap when I use it to bring home dinner, do you?" Adam asked as his teeth made their way down the column of Tommy's throat. Tommy felt stirrings that were best not dealt with while their new apartment door was still wide open. Adam knew exactly what he was doing. Tommy always reacted the same way when Adam unexpectedly tried to display dominance. Adam might be stronger than he had any right to be, but Tommy's bloodline would still win out.
Quicker than the human eye could see, Tommy had reversed their positions and had Adam pinned against the wall. “You only did that to make me do this, right?” Tommy asked as he pushed his face so close to Adam's that Adam had to turn his head to avoid being literally bitten by the words. Tommy's eyes were showing flickering signs of his being on the brink of a transformation. It was only by sheer willpower that he was able to fight it off. He used his body to push Adam against the wall, while one hand grasped Adam's chin and forced his captive to face him once more.
Adam's breathing had quickened, and his eyes had taken on an anticipatory gleam. His hands were desperately trying to find Tommy's skin that was hidden by far too much clothing. Tommy's hand on Adam's chin loosened its hold slightly while his eyes continued to demand Adam's full attention. “We'll finish this later,” he spat out while his hand drifted down to Adam's throat. “We have shit to take care of right now,” Tommy was breathing hard by this point, and needed to break the contact between them while he still could. “I'll bring the rest of the boxes in; you start finding places for all this shit.”
Adam leaned against the wall, watching Tommy walk out of the new apartment. He only hoped that the neighbors had been sleeping soundly enough so that their noises of the night hadn't disturbed anyone's slumber.
There's one thing no one should ever do, and that's wake up a vampire at the crack of dawn when they just fell asleep. It was impossible to know what they might do. But what Tommy did was go out into the hallway and glare at the crazy, small, skinny guy banging on the neighbor's door like it was the apocalypse.
The guy looked up from his banging and towards Tommy, meeting his death glare as he sniffed the air. Skinny guy's eyes went wide, and he fled with his metaphorical tail between his legs.
Weres, great. Tommy was so not in the fucking mood to deal with a were of any kind. Didn't smell like a werewolf, so at least there was that. You didn't want to mess with a werewolf. Even though Tommy may have done that a few times in the past, but he'd been alone and had nothing to lose.
Tommy was about to go back inside, and back to bed, when the neighbor's door was ripped open, and a young girl with crazy red and purple hair poked her head outside. She looked around the hallway and finally saw Tommy.
She was a were too. She didn't seem scared like the other one, but then he wasn't glaring at her. He was about to say something to her, and she seemed to be waiting for him to speak, when arms wrapped around his waist, and Adam asked if he was coming back to bed.
The redheaded girl smirked and went back inside her apartment, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway with the sun peeking through the window at the end of the corridor. The sun wasn't really a problem for Tommy, but Adam was less tolerant to the effects of the light, so he just stepped out of Adam's embrace and moved to go back into the apartment with Adam in tow.
They made their way back to the bedroom that was now safely enshrouded with blackout drapes. Tommy wanted nothing more than to return to the comforting slumber that he'd so recently been enjoying. Darkness and dreams waited to hold him gently through the day.
But it seemed that Adam was finding it harder to fall asleep again. He tossed and turned in their bed for at least a half an hour, whining the whole time about not feeling tired and inconsiderate neighbors. Each new sentence brought forth an increase in his level of volume, until their new neighbor could be heard pounding on their adjoining wall, informing them that some people were trying to sleep.
Tommy was prepared, and Adam only managed to shout an indignant, “Oh, hell no,” before Tommy's hand was firmly clamped over his mouth.
Of course the volume of those few words was enough to bring another round of knocking on the wall from their neighbor, along with the words, “Seriously, dudes. Do whatever you want over there, but keep the noise down, okay? A girl needs her beauty sleep, ya know.”
It was almost beyond Tommy's sleep deprived body's ability to keep Adam restrained and in their bed. He had to focus his mind and gather his strength to subdue Adam, but in concentrating on keeping Adam in place, he'd failed to notice that his hand was now clamped over both Adam's mouth and his nose.
Adam couldn't breathe. At first, he was just mad that Tommy was keeping him from doing what he wanted to do, but as his lungs kept trying and failing to do what they were meant to do, he realized that this was a little more serious than a battle of wills. His very life hung in the balance of Tommy's wakefulness and awareness. His panicked struggles didn't seem to be registering to Tommy as anything more than him wanting another chance to hurl a scathing retort in the direction of their neighbor.
Adam continued to thrash wildly on the bed, and Tommy had to use the full length of his body to keep the larger vampire in place. Tommy really didn't want problems with the new neighbors already. One move this week was more than enough, and he sure as hell wasn't about to let one of Adam's diva attacks ruin this. He was so damn tired, and the sooner he could get Adam to relax, the sooner they could both go back to sleep.
Adam's struggles increased in direct proportion to his decreasing oxygen levels. He knew his life was in Tommy's hands, or, more to the point, Tommy's hand. The strength of that one hand was slowly becoming the focal point of his whole world. Adam could feel each finger as they pressed into his face. He could feel the arch of the palm as it covered both his mouth and his nose. He could feel the lying delicateness of the bones that hid the strength of the ages within.
Even as he continued to struggle, Adam saw the futility of his actions. His life was Tommy's to do with as he would, just as it'd always been Tommy's. With this realization came a feeling of serenity, a sense of giving control over to someone else, and something deep inside Adam was okay with that somehow.
Not only was he okay with it, he found it freeing--and stimulating, judging by the reaction his cock seemed to have. His dick was on its way to becoming painfully hard, and he'd never been more thankful for loose sleep pants.
For some reason the state of his dick was able to capture Tommy's attention better than the state of his non-breathing had. It might've had something to do with the way that Adam had started grinding his growing problem against Tommy's hip, but, whatever the reason, it served to bring Tommy to full wakefulness.
As the state of Adam's arousal became evident to Tommy, he started noticing other things as well. Things like the near panicked look on Adam's face, the lack of movement in Adam's chest that would indicate breathing, the slow drift of Adam's hands towards his hardening cock.
Tommy might have been a little sleep fuzzy, but he could still put two and two together. He was no newcomer to some of the more playful aspects of sex, and if Adam found this arousing, he would go with it. He knew it would take a lot more than not being able to breathe for a few minutes to cause any harm to Adam, but he also knew that as a newborn in terms of vampire ages, Adam wouldn't trust his new ability to go longer periods without oxygen. Tommy decided to have a little fun.
"You like this, don't you, Adam?" he asked as he removed his hand just far enough for Adam to pull in a quick breath. "This really turns you on, doesn't it?" he questioned as he palmed Adam's cock through the thin material of the sleep pants.
Adam came so close to coming at the slight touch that he felt color rise to his cheeks. He hadn't gotten off on one touch since his first time, but here he was, acting like a blushing virgin all over again. His only means of communicating with Tommy were through body movement or eye contact. He realized that one of those options was about to be canceled when Tommy's hand that had just been on Adam's dick pulled the drawstring out of Adam's pants.
Tommy still had his hand over Adam's mouth, but he was allowing Adam to breathe through his nose. He leaned down far enough so that his lips brushed the sensitive skin in front of Adam's ear as he said, "I'm gonna use this tie to keep your hands outta the way. We both know you could break it with no problem if you wanted to, but you're not gonna break it, are you?"
Adam shook his head and was rewarded with a touching of Tommy's lips to his forehead. “I'm gonna make this real good for you, Adam,” Tommy said as he tied the tie around one of Adam's wrists. “This is something you're gonna remember for a long time.” Tommy looped the tie through the headboard of the bed and secured the other end around Adam's remaining hand.
When both hands were secured, Tommy slowly slid Adam's pants down until Adam could kick them off, which resulted in Adam kicking the wall in his haste to be rid of them. This, in turn, resulted in another admonition from their new neighbor. Tommy's hand never left Adam's mouth, and as they heard the words, “Seriously, guys, if I don't get some more sleep, I'm gonna have to call someone to take care of things,” his hand once again cut Adam's air supply off entirely.
"We don't want to upset the neighbors, do we?” Tommy whispered as he rested his forehead against Adam's. “If I let you breathe, you're gonna be a good boy and be quiet, aren't you?”
Adam nodded as well as he could with the restraining hand still on his mouth. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of whatever whim Tommy was feeling was exciting and dangerous, and Adam was having a hard time lying still. He could feel the heat and tension building in his cock, and he wanted nothing more than to find relief.
Just when Adam thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt Tommy's hand grab his cock. This time there was no fabric separating their skin, and Tommy's grip was the furthest thing from gentle that Adam had ever felt.
Tommy's hand started a slow drag from the base of Adam's cock to the tip, never loosening the pressure. Adam was beside himself with the torture of it all; the pain and the pleasure mixing together and overlaying each other until Adam couldn't tell which was which.
The pace of Tommy's hand picked up, and Adam knew he wouldn't be able to last any longer. Tommy could sense how close Adam was, and this time when he cut off Adam's air supply, it was done with more force than before. Tommy's hand rested on Adam's throat, and Tommy could feel Adam's excitement through the increased tempo of the blood rushing just below the surface. He decided to up the ante a little and pressed his thumb over the vessel just hard enough to slow down the flow while leaning down enough to nip the skin covering Adam's collarbone. The bright red blossom of blood beading on the surface of Adam's skin pushed Tommy even closer to transformation, but he knew he had to stay in control if he wanted to make this good for Adam.
Tommy held Adam down with his body while Adam fought for air and satisfaction at the same time. He could feel his orgasm approaching but his world was graying out from lack of oxygen. Little sparks of light started splashing at the edge of his vision. The rush of his own blood had the force of a freight train as it pounded through his body but never seemed to make it to his brain. He could feel every nerve in his body in painfully sharp relief, and he knew that the answer to everything was Tommy's to share or withhold.
All it took was the words, “Now, Adam,” from Tommy's mouth, and Adam was coming harder than he'd ever come before. He could feel the sensation from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and everything was coming together at his cock. The orgasm itself seemed to go on, and on, and on. He realized that Tommy was no longer restricting his breathing as he drew great gasping breaths into his burning lungs.
Every muscle in his body seemed to have lost whatever tone it had as he melted into the softness of the mattress. Adam could vaguely hear soothing sounds that Tommy must have been making, but he couldn't make his mind pick out individual words. He was beyond caring about anything except the small kisses he felt being placed on his face and neck, and the blissful release of sleep.
Tommy untied Adam's wrists and covered both of them up with the soft blankets on the bed. He'd never seen Adam react that way before, but it was something he planned to use again. Tommy couldn't help but wonder if Adam had really fallen asleep so quickly, or if he'd passed out from the intensity of what he'd just been through. It really didn't matter, though. Adam was finally quiet. After some sleep and a good meal they'd be able to sort the neighbor thing out.
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