RPS Fic: Spoil Of War [Adam/Tommy] 8/14

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[Part 7]
[Master Post]

Part 8

When they reached Adam's chambers a few minutes later, Tommy stepped in behind him and closed the door. He took a deep breath and turned around to find Adam standing close by. Before Tommy could say anything, Adam pulled him in and kissed him deeply.

When their lips parted, Tommy looked up into Adam's face and whispered so that the guard outside the door couldn't hear, "I thought he was going to order you to fuck me right then and there."

Adam studied his face and asked after a moment, "Would you have fought me if he did?"

Tommy swallowed, wanting to be able to say no, knowing it was what Adam wanted to hear, but unable to say the word because it would be a lie. "I-I don't know," he finally settled on, because that was the truth. He didn't know. He suspected, though. "I might have."

Adam nodded. "I thought so." He squeezed Tommy's hips where his hands were splayed over them, and continued, "You do realize I only delayed the inevitable. Eventually I'll run out of excuses and my uncle will demand a demonstration. Could you manage to pleasure me with your mouth without fighting me? It should be sufficiently humiliating enough to appease him, I would think."

"I have a choice?" Tommy asked.

"I need to know what to expect from you."

Tommy bit his bottom lip and thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I think I could manage that. Yes."

"I will keep that in mind, then," Adam said. Changing the subject, Adam reached up and tugged at Tommy's fringe lightly. "You were very good tonight. I'm pleased."

Tommy found himself smiling in spite of himself. "Thank you."

Adam ran a finger over Tommy's lips, dragging the bottom one down slightly before sliding past it to his chin, then away completely. "Strip and get on the bed on your back."

Adam stepped back and Tommy flushed as he reached for his belt, wondering if he'd ever get used to submitting, or rather, the arousal he felt when submitting to Adam. He untied the belt and folded it, setting it aside on the table by the door. With Adam's heated gaze on him, Tommy pulled the tunic over his head and folded it, too. Next, he undid the tie holding up his undergarment and stepped out of it as it dropped to his feet. He bent and picked it up, setting it on top of the pile of clothes on the table. He glanced at the slave bracelets on his hands, then over at Adam.

"Do these stay on?" Tommy asked.

"Normally, no," Adam said. "But tonight I wish to fuck you in them."

Heat pooled in Tommy's gut and he headed for the bed. Climbing on, he turned and laid down on his back, anticipation thrumming through him as he waited for Adam.

Taking his time, Adam stripped, letting his clothes fall where they may. Once he was naked, he padded over to the wardrobe along one wall and opened it, reaching inside for something. Tommy watched, curious and bemused when Adam turned back to him with four undergarment ties.

Adam smiled as he walked over and stood next to the bed. "Arms up over your head, legs spread."

Tommy's eyes widened as he complied, catching on as Adam wound one of the ties around his wrist, above his bracelet.

"Adam…" Tommy started nervously, trailing off because really, what was there he could say about it? It was Adam's right to tie him down if he chose.

Adam paused and looked into Tommy's eyes. "Trust me."

Tommy bit his bottom lip, but nodded his head after a moment, nerves coiling in the pit of his stomach as Adam finished wrapping it around his wrist. As Adam tied the ends around the post of the bed, Tommy was relieved to see he was doing it near the top, where it would be a simple enough thing for Tommy to reach up and push it off the end of the post if he wanted.

Relaxing a little, Tommy waited while Adam moved around to the other side of the bed and gave his other wrist the same treatment, then both his ankles. Once Tommy was restrained, he pulled a little on each tie, testing the strength of his bindings. Just like that first day when Adam had bound his wrists and ankles together after the evening meal, Tommy found his bindings tight enough to prevent his escape, but not so tight it cut off his circulation.

Suddenly, Tommy was very sure he was not the first man Adam had tied up. From the heat in Adam's eyes as he stepped back to inspect his handiwork, Tommy could tell it was something he enjoyed. A lot. A thrill of anticipation raced up Tommy's spine as he realized he didn't mind it so much himself, maybe even liked it, which was probably a good thing since he suspected it wouldn't be the last time he found himself in this position.

"You look amazing," Adam said a little breathlessly as he climbed on the bed, settling down on his side next to Tommy.

Tommy shifted. "I feel … strange."

"You've never been bound during sex before," Adam said, a statement rather than a question.

Tommy answered anyway. "No. The thought of doing so never even entered my head."

Adam propped his head up on one hand and ran his fingers up and down the inside of Tommy's thigh from his knee to the crease where his leg met his hip, his knuckles brushing Tommy's balls lightly along the way.

"Do you like it so far?" Adam asked.

Tommy shifted and canted his hips, encouraging Adam's hand. He tugged at his bindings again, arousal shooting through him. "I do."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," Adam said sincerely, rewarding Tommy by fisting his dick.

Tommy moaned, eyes sliding closed as Adam set up a rhythm, hand dragging up and down his shaft so slowly Tommy was sure he'd die from the torture of it. He thrust up and immediately Adam's hand went slack on him, not giving him the friction he needed.

Tommy whimpered. "Please."

"Lie still," Adam ordered.

Tommy opened his eyes and locked his gaze on Adam's face. "Please," he said again.

"Lie still," Adam repeated.

Tommy's hands fisted, which pulled his slave gloves tight over the backs of his hands. "I will."

Adam tightened his fist on him and started stroking him once more, so slowly. Tommy panted, fighting to stay still when all he wanted to do was rut up into Adam's hand, force him to move faster. At the pace Adam was going, they could be there all night and Tommy wouldn't get to come.

For long minutes, Adam seemed content to torture him that way, and then Adam leaned over him and licked at one of his nipples. Tommy moaned and Adam did it again, then bit at it, causing Tommy to cry out. He barely remembered to stay still, but somehow he managed.

When Adam did it again, then moved to the next nipple and gave that one the same treatment, Tommy begged, "Please. I can't … can't stay still with you doing that."

Adam lifted his head and looked down at Tommy. "You can move if you like, but if you do, you don't get to come tonight."

Tommy closed his eyes and whimpered. Either choice was sure to kill him. Eventually he opened his eyes again, making sure to stay as still as possible when Adam went back to licking and biting at his nipples.

Against his sensitized flesh, Adam murmured, "Good choice."

He played that way for long minutes before he finally gave Tommy permission to move without consequences.

Immediately Tommy canted his hips up to meet Adam's hand on the way down, still much too slow to actually get Tommy off. Reflexively, he pulled at his bindings, half wishing he had his hands and legs free, half getting off on the fact that they weren't. Tommy writhed and moaned, so lost in the sensations washing through his body that he didn't hear the knock until Adam lifted his head.

Tommy tensed and pulled at his restraints, begging in a whisper, "Please cover me."

Adam looked down at him, his hand keeping the maddening pace on his cock. "It's just Taylor coming to tend to his evening duties. You need to get used to this, to people seeing you like this. I told you, tonight we only got a reprieve. It will happen in public. Better for you to get used to it in small doses."

Tommy grit his teeth and reflexively tried to pull his legs together, but the bindings held him wide open.

"Would you rather your first experience in front of others be in the great hall with the entire court watching?" Adam asked pointedly, still stroking his cock.

"No," Tommy said tightly.

"Will you agree to allow Taylor in, then?" Adam asked.

Adam twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumbing his slit when he reached the top, before pushing back down. Pleasure surged through Tommy and he moaned, answering shakily, "Yes."

Obviously pleased with Tommy's answer, Adam called out, "You may enter."

Taylor walked in and cast a cursory glance their way. "Should I come back later?"

It was obvious that walking in on Adam pleasuring someone was such a common occurrence that it didn't even give Taylor pause.

"Of course not," Adam said conversationally. "My clothes are all over the floor at the foot of the bed and need tending."

Tommy screwed his eyes shut and clenched his fists, face burning with mortification, even as he got harder despite himself. And still Adam continued to stroke his cock at that same maddening pace. It was beginning to make Tommy want to punch him.

Very suddenly, Tommy realized that while it might be a turn on for Adam to tie him down, Adam had also had a calculating reason for doing it. He'd planned this. He never left his clothes in a pile on the floor.

Eyes flying open, Tommy glared up at Adam. "You bastard."

Taylor froze in the process of picking up Adam's shirt and sucked in a sharp breath.

Tommy was too angry to care that he was treading a fine line between mouthy and outright disrespectful.

"Watch it," Adam said mildly as he continued to fist him. "I might like your mouth when we're joking around, but you do not have permission to insult me in anger."

Barely tamping down the urge to continue hurling curses at Adam, Tommy said through his teeth, "Sorry. Please forgive my lapse."

Adam nodded, an edge to his voice as he said, "See that it doesn't happen again or I'll be forced to turn you over my knee."

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy said, irritated by the way he heated at the thought. Not for the first time, he wondered about his sanity in all this.

Adam flicked his gaze up at Taylor and said, "Stoke the fire after you're done with my robes."

Tommy felt Taylor's eyes on him, but refused to look at him, still mortified he was seeing him this way, even though he'd agreed to it. He knew deep down Adam was right, he had to get used to it and it was better to do it this way. He even understood that part of the reason Adam had tied him down was to make it easier on him to let go and let it happen. He just wished he'd had time to adjust to the idea. Of course, time to adjust also meant time to talk himself out of it, so maybe Adam had been right to handle it this way. He tried to turn his face away and disappear behind his fringe of hair, tried to hide at least that much from Taylor, but Adam wouldn't allow it, ordering him to open his eyes and look up at him.

Tommy did it, all set to glare at Adam, but as soon as he complied with Adam's order and opened his eyes, Adam's hand sped up on Tommy's dick … his traitorous dick that hadn't softened one bit through the entire thing, had in fact started leaking in anticipation. Before he could stop it, Tommy moaned, then bit his bottom lip in embarrassment.

The grin on Adam's face was immediate. "That's is. Let go of what you were taught and just feel, Tommy." He leaned in and said in a low voice meant only for Tommy's ears, "Once you do that, you might even be able to admit you enjoy it, knowing there's someone watching you be pleasured. You dick has been twitching and throbbing in my hand ever since Taylor knocked."

Tommy gasped, unable to believe Adam's words were getting to him. But they were. They were and he was getting harder and more desperate as Adam's hand moved up and down his shaft because Adam was right. He started thrusting up into Adam's fist again and Adam rewarded him by speeding up once more.

At some point Tommy ceased to care that Taylor was still in the room, was witnessing what Tommy had long been taught was a private moment, except, that wasn't completely accurate. It wasn't so much that he didn't care, as he found what Adam had said to be true. It was a turn on once he let go of convention.

Adam smiled down at him, clearly pleased as Tommy canted his hips faster and faster, pushing his cock up into the tight tunnel of Adam's fist. Panting, Tommy started fighting his wrist restraints, wanting to touch Adam, to pull him down on top of him and kiss him as he came.

"Shh," Adam said, fingers of his free hand running through Tommy's sweaty hair, pushing it back from his face. "Just let go. Let it happen. Don't fight it."

Tommy shook his head. "Not … not fighting it. W-want you. Want your mouth…"

Tommy trailed off on a moan as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

And then suddenly there was a warm mouth sealed around his dick and Tommy gasped in shock. That hadn't been what he meant, he'd just been asking for a kiss, but he wasn't about to complain, not when Adam was sucking him down and swallowing around him. It was too much. Too much teasing, too much stimulation, too many emotions in such a short time.

Tommy arched off the bed, pushing his cock deep into Adam's throat, and came with a silent scream as his entire body locked up.

Afterwards, Tommy sank down to the bed, suddenly boneless, chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought for air. Blearily he watched Adam pull off his dick with a soft pop, and then Adam was up and over him, kissing him thoroughly. Tommy moaned into Adam's mouth, kissing him back, tasting himself on Adam's tongue.

Off to the side, Taylor cleared his throat and Tommy's face heated. Now that his body was sated, the embarrassment returned, although not as severe as before. Along with it, there was another emotion flowing through him, an almost giddiness. Laughter bubbled up in his throat. He felt a little like he used to feel when he'd rebel against his father, bucking convention and the rules that governed his station.

Adam smiled happily down at him, even as he spoke to Taylor. "Yes, Taylor?"

"Is there anything else you require?" Taylor asked.

Adam looked over at him and shook his head. "No. You may take your leave for the evening."

Taylor nodded and turned to go.

After the door shut behind him, Adam turned back to Tommy and reached up with one hand to untie the bindings around Tommy's wrists.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," he said between kisses and nips at Tommy's lips.

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy said softly in response, kissing Adam back.

After Tommy's arms were free, he lowered them and rolled his shoulders against the bed to loosen up tensed muscles up. Instead of untying Tommy's legs next, Adam rose up over him, knee-walking up Tommy's body until his erection waved in Tommy's face. In spite of the fact that he'd just come and couldn't yet get hard again, Tommy found himself mildly aroused by the fact that his legs were still spread wide and tied down, and now his upper body was pinned to the mattress by Adam's body. Swallowing hard, he looked up into Adam's eyes and dutifully opened his mouth.

Adam groaned and reached down with one hand to cup Tommy's cheek. He pushed his thumb in Tommy's mouth, pressing down on his tongue and lower jaw. Tommy took the hint and stretched his mouth wider in response.

"Beautiful," Adam murmured, feeding his dick slowly into Tommy's mouth until Tommy was fighting not to gag, eyes watering.

Tommy lifted his hands reflexively, fingers digging into the backs of Adam's thighs, and Adam said, "Hands on the bed. No touching me or yourself."

Tommy moaned his frustration with the order, but dutifully dropped his hands to his sides, palms flat on the bed.

Adam stilled and pulled his thumb from Tommy's mouth as he reached up and brushed a runaway tear from the corner of one of Tommy's eyes. "One day I will teach you to take all of me."

Tommy groaned around Adam, slave-bracelet covered hands fisting the sheets on either side of his hips. He wanted that too.

Adam's fingers slipped down over Tommy's cheek and jaw, and down lower, over his neck, until he reached the top edge of Tommy's diamond collar.

"Still comfortable?" Adam asked.

Tommy tried to nod his head as best he could while flat on his back with Adam's dick in his mouth.

It must have been enough because Adam smiled. "I love the way it looks on you. I'm going to have another one made for you, one that's more practical for everyday. Maybe made of leather like the cuff you wear at night. What do you think?"

Again Tommy groaned, shifting restlessly on the bed. It was too early for him to get hard, but his body was making a valiant effort in the wake of Adam's words.

Adam's eye darkened and he thrust shallowly in and out of Tommy's mouth as he asked, "You want that? A constant reminder of who you belong to around your neck?"

Tommy responded by sucking harder at Adam's dick, tongue licking over Adam's slit every time Adam withdrew a little.

"Yes," Adam said on a breath of air, head falling back as he thrust a little deeper.

Tommy struggled to take what Adam was giving him without choking. He wanted the use of his hands, both to hold onto Adam and to wrap around the part of Adam's cock he couldn't fit inside his mouth, but Adam had been clear. No hands.

Fingers twisting in the sheets, Tommy's eyes slipped shut, a shudder of pleasure rolling through him as Adam slipped three fingers between the collar and Tommy's neck, right over his Adam's Apple, and pressed lightly on it. He wasn't actually restricting Tommy's breathing, but the promise was enough to make Tommy's heart speed up and the breaths he was taking through his nose quicken. Shockingly, it also made his dick pulse and fill a little, much sooner than he'd thought possible.

Adam groaned above him, hips snapping forward faster and faster as Tommy repeatedly swallowed, both for Adam's benefit and to heighten the feeling of Adam's fingers pressed between his neck and the collar. By the time Adam's thrusts into his mouth started losing rhythm, Tommy's were snapping up into thin air as much as the restraints around his ankles would allow, cock once again full and heavy against his abdomen, needing friction and finding none. It took all his self-control not to take himself in hand, but he managed somehow, eyes squeezed shut and moans vibrating in his throat and around Adam's cock as Adam fucked his mouth.

"Tom-Tommy," Adam gasped, reaching frantically for Tommy's hair. He threaded his fingers through Tommy's fringe and yanked back at the same time that he pulled up on Tommy's collar with the hand still hooked in it, forcing Tommy's neck to arch and his head to tip back, opening his throat more and giving Adam a deeper tunnel to thrust into.

Tommy cried out around Adam, hands scrambling at the sheets. His legs jerked, pulling at the ties keeping them spread wide as he bucked and groaned, part of him panicking that Adam was going to choke him this way, and part of him so aroused by it he couldn’t think.

"Shh," Adam said, voice rough and breathless. "You can take it. Relax your throat and you'll be fine. Just a little…"

Adam broke off then and Tommy tried to relax, sucking not enough air through his nose as Adam thrust fast and shallow until with one final snap of his hips he slammed all the way to the back of Tommy's throat and stilled with a deep groan.

Tommy gagged and his whole body spasmed as arousal slammed through him fast and hard. He jerked upwards, upsetting Adam's balance above him, and Adam let go, tumbling slowly to the side, dick slipping from Tommy's mouth in the process.

Tommy coughed and gagged and swallowed, come leaking out the sides of his mouth and trickling down his neck as he stared at the canopy above him, trying to suck enough air back into his lungs to make them stop burning.

Adam petted his chest, staring down at his face in worry, making soft shushing sounds, clearly thinking Tommy was distressed and trying to soothe him.

Tommy tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak of sound. He swallowed and tried again, only one word making it past his abused throat, "Please."

Adam frowned. "Please what?"

Desperate to come again, Tommy reached for Adam's hand and yanked it off his chest, pushing it down until it reached his groin. He ground up against Adam's hand and Adam's eyes widened, looking down Tommy's body for the first time since coming.

Tommy groaned and repeated, "Please."

Adam's frown smoothed out and his lips curled up, clearly pleased with this turn of events. "You want to come again?"

Tommy nodded frantically as Adam's hand closed around his dick.

Adam wasted no time settling into a steady, firm stroke. Looking Tommy in the eye, Adam said, "You liked choking on my cock."

"Yes," Tommy hissed out, pulling at his ankle bindings, wanting very much to bend his knees and plant his feet against the mattress but unable, tied down as his legs still were. He settled for thrusting up into Adam's hand as much as he could manage. "Please let me come again."

"Hmm," Adam said, hand slowing down a little as if he was giving the matter great thought. "I think I might enjoy making you wait until morning."

Tommy whimpered brokenly. "Please, Adam. I-I can't… Won't make it."

Adam stared down at him intently, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "What will you give me if I allow it?"

Tommy reached up and clutched at his own hair in frustration as Adam's hand slowed down even more and his fist loosened, no longer giving Tommy even that. "Anything. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Adam asked. "Including allowing me to fuck you in front of Sutan the next time he's around and I'm in the mood?"

Tommy's hips stuttered out of rhythm at the question, but only for a brief moment. "But… I mean, I thought…"

"You thought I'd stop with tonight, one time with my hand and mouth in front of Taylor?"

Tommy bit his bottom lip and nodded, his hips all but stopping.

Adam shook his head. "Keep thrusting." Tommy picked up the rhythm again and thrust, even though it was sheer torture with how Adam was now only loosely holding him, giving him barely any friction at all.

"As for your assumption, you would be wrong. I want you comfortable in front of others by the time the king calls on us to perform, so that there's no risk of you panicking and defying me. I will not be made to flay your back open in the great hall, understand?"

"Yes," Tommy said. "But I don't understand why you're trying to make a deal when you can just order me to spread my legs for you with whoever you want here to watch."

"Because I want you willing and eager. I want you to participate, Tommy. I want you to put on a show that will send Sutan in search of the nearest willing person to rut into in response to watching us."

Tommy shuddered and groaned, Adam's words skittering through him like a thousand pinpricks of heat and want. "Yes. I'll do it. Please, just let me… Let me come. Please."

Immediately Adam's hand tightened and he moved it in time with Tommy's hips. "Go ahead. Come for me."

Tommy cried out and arched, not so much thrusting anymore as vibrating while Adam's hand sped up and tightened. His orgasm hit him fast and hard and he screamed with the force of it, body shaking, legs jerking involuntarily, hands fisting in the sheets.

After a moment, his body unfroze and he sagged down into the bed, panting for air, seeing spots before his eyes.

"Wow," Adam said, sounding truly amazed.

Tommy chuckled.

Adam snickered, and then they were both laughing, their voices echoing off the stone walls of the bedchamber, muted only a little by the tapestries hanging from them.

After a time, Adam climbed off the bed and retrieved a cloth, wetting it in a bowl of water before walking over with it. Only after he'd wiped Tommy's face, stomach and groin down and tossed the cloth toward the hearth to dry, did he untie the bindings around Tommy's ankles.

Tommy groaned, pulling his legs together amid protesting muscles. Adam set the ties aside and started rubbing his hands over Tommy's thighs and calves, fingers digging in here and there as he massaged the ache away. Next he moved to Tommy's arms, massaging them as well. By the time Adam reached his shoulders, Tommy was a moaning mess of boneless limbs.

He stared up at Adam in the candlelight, breath catching in his throat at how very beautiful Adam was.

Licking his lips, Tommy said quietly, "You said to always tell you the truth."

"Yes?" Adam asked, hands stilling on Tommy's shoulders. His expression was wary, as if he was unsure if Tommy was going to tell him something he didn't want to hear.

Tommy's gaze dropped to Adam's mouth. "The truth at this very moment is that I would very much like you to kiss me."

Adam's face relaxed and his lips curled into a smile as he said, "I rather like your truth."

He lowered his head and then they were kissing. Adam took control as usual, Tommy following his lead, and it was so good. Tommy could have happily kissed Adam forever.

Several moments later they came up for air and Tommy realized he'd shifted onto his side at some point and Adam had sunk down to his knees next to the bed. They licked and nipped at each other's lips for a long moment before Adam pulled away with a sigh.

"I need to secure you for the night."

Tommy snorted and rolled his eyes, even though he held out his hand for it as Adam picked the cuff and lock up off the floor. "This would never protect you if I had a mind to attack you in your sleep. Surely the king realizes that."

"Oh, he does," Adam said, disgust dripping from his voice. "He just doesn't care. All he wants is to make sure you can't come after him while he's sleeping."

Tommy had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying that would take a lot more than one simple locked cuff to accomplish. He'd already messed up and voiced the extent of his hatred for the king once in Adam's presence. While he trusted that it would never get back to the king if he did it again, Tommy didn't want to press his luck.

Adam finished cuffing him, then walked around the bed, out of sight unless Tommy turned over, which Tommy had no intention of doing, too comfortable to move a muscle. Tommy heard the clink of the key as Adam dropped it on his nightstand, and then felt the dip in the mattress as Adam climbed in behind him.

Snaking an arm around Tommy's waist, Adam pulled him back against him and kissed the side of his neck, murmuring, "Goodnight."

Tommy slipped his hand over Adam's arm, following it to where it was splayed over his stomach. Palm sliding over the back of Adam's hand, Tommy laced their fingers together and answered, "Goodnight."

Adam's response was to kiss his neck and pull him more firmly against him so that there wasn't even a hint of space between them.



Tommy looked out the window in Adam's chambers, staring at the woods beyond the castle walls, guilt and anxiety eating away at him. Guilt because it was obvious from the way Adam treated him that Adam was becoming attached to him in more than a sexual way, and anxiety because Monte still had not gotten him word.

The silence didn't sit well with Tommy. It had been over two months now. Monte should have found some way to get word to Tommy, even just to let him know things were taking longer than anticipated. The fact that Monte hadn't, told Tommy one of two things. Either Monte was finding it much harder than expected to get a spy inside the castle to bring a message to Tommy, or someone at Lootus had betrayed them and confessed their plan.

Given Adam's treatment of Tommy so far and the things he said to him in private, Tommy had to believe it was the former. For it to be the latter would mean that Adam and the king knew of Tommy's plan and were toying with him. He could believe the king would do so without a second thought, but his instincts told him Adam wouldn't.

The doors to Adam's chambers opened and closed. Assuming it was Adam since Adam had said he'd come by to share the midday meal with him, Tommy didn't turn around.

"Is there something you're looking for or do you just enjoy nature that much, Thomas?" asked a voice that was very much not Adam's.

Tommy tensed, recognizing Prince Neil's voice from the time spent on his knees at dinner, testing food. Intensely aware of his nudity, Tommy's jaw clenched and he thought seriously about not turning around. To not do so, though, would be a sign of disrespect, and while Tommy didn't think Prince Neil stood on ceremony any more than Adam did, he didn't want to test the theory and end up getting lashed for his trouble.

Forcing himself to turn and meet Prince Neil's gaze in spite of how exposed it made him feel, Tommy said, "I enjoy nature, My Lord."

Prince Neil nodded, seeming unconcerned with Tommy's nudity as he strode over and stood next to him, looking out the window. "The leaves will be changing colors soon. The view from this side of the castle is breathtaking in autumn."

Tommy did his best to not shy away from the prince, not wanting him to see how vulnerable Tommy felt like this. Instead, he turned back to the window himself and glanced out. "I can imagine."

Prince Neil turned and looked at Tommy, waiting until Tommy looked back to say, "Adam sent me to tell you he's been delayed and won't be able to make it for the midday meal."

"Oh," Tommy said, trying not to let how disappointed he was by that show.

Unfortunately, Prince Neil was as observant as his brother and picked up on it anyway. "You were looking forward to his visit."

Tommy stepped away, needing some distance, and shrugged. "It gets boring being confined to chambers all day every day with no one to talk to, My Lord."

"I know Adam gave you leave to address him informally and so do I," Neil said. "In private, call me Neil."

Tommy released a breath, some of the tension draining from him. "In that case, call me Tommy."

Neil smiled. "Tommy it is." He paused briefly before asking, "Would you like my company instead?"

Tommy studied him, looking for some ulterior motive, but found none. Eventually he settled on a non-answer and said, "You do not need my permission."

Neil chuckled. "I see your training in navigating politics has not died along with your kingdom."

Tommy turned back toward the window, saying quietly, "I guess not."

A hand touched his shoulder and Tommy tensed. Immediately Neil dropped his hand and said, "That was rather tactless of me. I'm sorry."

Tommy's gaze shot to Neil's. "A prince need not apologize to a slave."

Neil frowned. "I already gave you leave to call me Neil. Do you really think I'm concerned with what's proper behavior given our stations? Just treat me as you would Adam."

Tommy relaxed a little at that, hearing the sincerity in Neil's voice. Testing the waters, he shot Neil a sideways glance and teased, "If I did that, it would end badly for both of us. Your brother does not strike me as the type who likes to share."

Neil's eyes widened for a split second, then he threw his head back and laughed. When he calmed, he said, "Oh yes. I can definitely see why my brother is so drawn to you. Beautiful, intelligent and quick-witted." His eyes briefly skimmed Tommy's naked body before meeting Tommy's again, a friendly smile firmly in place that quelled any self-consciousness Tommy might have felt at the perusal. "If I did not have a wife I am very much devoted to, I might have pursued you myself."

Tommy blushed under Neil's scrutiny and found himself warming to him, which he was fairly sure had been Neil's intention.

"Now," Neil said, looking toward the table in the middle of the room where food had been set moments ago, "about that meal."

Tommy found himself smiling. "I would like it very much if you would join me."

Neil smiled in return and they crossed to the table. Tommy sat down in his usual chair, complete with a cushion on the seat, which Adam had provided him so that he wouldn't have to sit bare-assed on a hard wooden chair, and Neil sat across from him, in Adam's seat.

Looking at Neil from under his fringe, Tommy asked, "Will Adam be stopping by at all this afternoon, or do I have to wait for the evening meal to see him?"

"A representative from Avarus arrived today to negotiate a trade deal with us and Uncle Gregory required Adam to break bread with him and hammer out the terms. It's another test, I believe, since both King Grace of Avarus and this representative in particular are known to be difficult."

Tommy reached for the glass of wine Neil poured him and said, "I've had dealings with them. Is the representative's name Lord Gokey?"

Neil nodded. His head tilted to the side in a considering manner.

"What?" Tommy asked, setting down his wine.

"I've only known you as a slave," Neil said. "I forget it wasn't that long ago that you were helping your father run an entire kingdom. You outranked me."

Tommy cleared his throat, looking down at his plate. "That was a lifetime ago."

"I don't know that I could do what you've done to survive," Neil mused. "I think the king would have had my head the first day."

Tommy shook his head. "Considering that the king in question would have been me if the battle had ended differently, you would be wrong. I would have taken over Vox, yes, but Tousma does not abide slavery, and I don't believe in killing the royal family just to break the spirits of those I've conquered. I would have given you and your family their freedom."

"Easy to say given the position you're in," Neil said steadily, expression considering.

Tommy held his gaze and said firmly, "It's the truth. Check into my father's record in such matters. He did so more than once."

Neil lifted his goblet and took a drink of wine, then lowered it and asked, "And if Uncle Gregory had survived your siege on the castle?"

Tommy snorted. "Given his reputation for cruelty, I would have stripped him of his wealth, made him the lowest of peasants and had spies placed around him. The instant he broke even the tiniest law, he would have been tossed in the dungeon."

Neil chuckled. "I almost wish you had won, just so I could have seen that happen."

Tommy smiled in return. "You like him no more than your brother, I see."

Neil sobered and shook his head. "It is true, I dislike him to the point of hatred, but Adam…"

He trailed off and Tommy asked curiously, "Adam, what?"

Neil glanced at Tommy, then away, giving Tommy the impression there was something Adam and now Neil wasn't telling him about their uncle, but all Neil would say was, "Adam has more reason to hate him than most."

Sensing Neil wasn't going to say any more on the subject, Tommy dropped it, although his curiosity was piqued. He decided to find a way to pull it out of Adam.

After they finished eating, Neil drained the rest of his wine and stood. "I must get back and rescue my brother from our uncle. It's never a good idea to leave the two of them in each other's company without a buffer for long."

Rather surprised Neil trusted him enough to share the inner workings of his and Adam's relationship with their uncle, Tommy smiled at him. "Thank you for the company. It was appreciated."

Neil smiled in return. "I rather enjoyed it myself."

Neil turned to go and Tommy said, "Neil, wait."

"Yes?" Neil asked, turning to face Tommy.

Tommy hesitated, then said, "If Lord Gokey doesn't budge on whatever ridiculous terms he set this time, tell Adam to ask him how Queen Alexis is doing."

Neil frowned. "King Grace's wife? Why?"

"Because they've been meeting for afternoon trysts for the better part of three years now. I guarantee Adam will secure Gokey's compliance and Gokey will do everything in his power to get King Grace on board if Adam brings her up."

Neil chuckled. "I'll let him know."



Later that afternoon, Tommy was lounging in the bath Taylor had drawn for him, arms and legs floating as hot water soaked into muscles sore from straining against his bonds the night before. Meanwhile, Taylor puttered around the chamber, straightening things and putting away other things.

Suddenly, the door flew open and in walked Adam, looking like he was on a mission. Tommy sat up and his eyes widened as Adam started straight for him at a fast pace, stripping off his tunic along the way so that he was bare-chested by the time he reached the side of the tub.

"What-"

Adam cut Tommy off with a hand at the back of his head and lips pressed to his. The force of the kiss spiked Tommy's desire and he moaned wantonly, parting his lips for Adam's seeking tongue. The kiss went on and on until Tommy was clutching the sides of the tub, breathless and hard.

Tommy tried to break free to catch his breath, but Adam just pushed his tongue deeper into Tommy's mouth, forcing Tommy to try to get enough air through his nose. At the same time, Adam's free hand plunged into the water and wrapped around Tommy's dick, setting a fast pace meant to get Tommy off in no time.

Tommy groaned and canted his hips up, sending the water licking dangerously toward the top edge of the tub. Immediately Adam squeezed Tommy's cock and Tommy gasped into Adam's mouth, fingers digging into the tub to keep himself from grabbing at Adam's hand and trying to push him off. He was Adam's to do with as he chose, Tommy reminded himself. Curiously, that thought only got him harder.

Against Tommy's lips, Adam said, "Don't move or the water will slosh over the side."

""What-" Tommy tried to ask again, but Adam cut him off with a sharp bite to his bottom lip.

Tommy clamped his mouth shut and Adam leaned back a little, smiling at him. "Good boy. Lie still. You have permission to come whenever you're ready."

Tommy licked his lips, turned on by Adam's forcefulness and by the fact that Taylor was witnessing the whole thing. Adam was right, it was arousing knowing someone else was watching him be pleasured.

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy said, voice rough with desire.

And then Adam was kissing him again and pumping his dick and it took every ounce of willpower Tommy possessed not to move. Minutes of torturous pleasure passed and Tommy felt his balls start to draw up. He moaned, warning Adam between kisses that he was close. Adam responded by speeding up his fist, his own motions causing the water to lap at the top edge of the tub. Tommy could have cared less at that point. He'd willingly clean the mess up himself if he could just come. Every muscle in his body was tight as a bowstring and he wasn't so much kissing Adam anymore as gasping for air against Adam's mouth, moans spilling from his lips almost continuously.

"Please," Tommy asked brokenly as he started to shake from the strain of remaining still.

"Come for me," Adam coaxed.

Tommy cried out as his orgasm washed through him, head dropping back onto Adam's arm, thankful for its presence.

Adam fisted him right through it until Tommy was whimpering and trying to shift his hips away from the over-stimulation.

"Shh," Adam said, nipping at Tommy's lips. "So good for me."

Tommy whimpered again and Adam finally let go of his cock, although he kept hold of the back of Tommy's neck as his now freed hand reached up to finger his bare throat. "You're not wearing the new collar I had made for you."

Earlier in the day, Taylor had brought in a diamond encrusted leather collar for Tommy.

"I thought to wait until you could put it on me," Tommy answered truthfully. It just hadn't felt right putting it on himself. He was trying hard not to think too much about why that might be, or why he wanted it on him at all.

Adam smiled. "I like that idea very much. I'll put it on tonight, when you're dry."

Tommy arched his eyebrows. "Not that I'm complaining, but why exactly did you bring me off in the middle of the afternoon?"

Adam laughed. "That was a reward for the advice you gave Neil to pass on to me."

Tommy grinned. "It worked."

Adam nodded. "It did, and my uncle was actually struck speechless by the deal I made. I don't think that's ever happened before."

Tommy's grin widened. "I'm glad I could help."

Adam leaned in and kissed Tommy again, and when they broke apart, Tommy glanced at Adam's linen pants and the bulge visible beneath. Licking his lips, he asked, "Want me to take care of that for you?"

Adam groaned in frustration. "I wish that you could, but I must go. I shouldn't even be here now. A hunting party is coming in from the east and so is a scouting party from the north, and Lord Gokey is still lurking about. It wouldn't do for him to find anything he could use to turn things back in his favor."

Tommy chuckled. "The life of a crown prince."

Adam snorted. "Any more of that smug tone and I'll turn you over my knee tonight for the hell of it."

Tommy's gaze cut to Taylor, who he suddenly remembered was still there. Taylor was pointedly not looking at them while he straightened a corner that he'd already straightened earlier, an amused smirk curling his lips.

Turning a glare back on Adam, Tommy said, "You wouldn't."

"Ahh," Adam said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Tommy's forehead. "You have so much to learn yet about the pleasure to be found in a little humiliation and a bit of pain. I think I'll turn you over my knee tonight anyway, just to show you how good it can be."

"Adam," Tommy said, blushing furiously.

Adam full out laughed then, pressing one last kiss to Tommy's lips before he stood. With a wink and a smile full of promise, he said, "Have fun thinking on that for the rest of the afternoon while I deal with the life of a crown prince as you said."

Tommy's jaw dropped as Adam turned on his heel and strode out of the room, scooping up his tunic as he went. After he left, Tommy snapped his jaw shut and looked over at Taylor when Taylor cleared his throat.

Staring at the water, Taylor said, "Well then. I guess I'll draw you a new bath."

Tommy looked down where Taylor was looking and saw the remnants of his spend that had yet to mix with the water. His head dropped back to the tub edge and he groaned in renewed embarrassment.



Damn Adam, Tommy thought to himself hours later as he paced the bed chamber naked. He was still thinking about the threatened spanking, wondering if Adam was serious or not. The problem Tommy kept running into was that he hadn't done anything to earn one. In fact, he'd been going out of his way to make sure he was the perfect sex slave so that Adam wouldn't have to punish him.

But … Adam had made it sound like it wasn't a punishment at all, only that made no sense to Tommy. He'd never heard of a person wanting to be spanked before. Why would they?

He couldn't deny, though, that the thought intrigued him. He didn't understand how there could be a pleasurable aspect to it, but Adam seemed so sure, and if Tommy was honest, he'd have to admit that Adam had been right about everything he'd done to and with Tommy up until now. There was no reason for Tommy not to trust that Adam knew what he was talking about with this, too.

When Taylor walked in to deliver Tommy's evening meal, Tommy couldn't stand it anymore and found himself blurting, "Have you ever been spanked for pleasure?"

Taylor paused with a plate full of food inches from the table's surface, and looked over at Tommy in surprise. "Um, no?"

Tommy frowned. "You don't sound sure."

Taylor set down the plate and shook his head. "No, I'm sure. I'm just not sure why you're asking me that."

Tommy felt his face heat, but he said anyway, "You heard Adam this afternoon. Was he serious? Does he really mean to spank me for no apparent reason?"

Taylor, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there having that conversation, shook his head again. "I have no way of knowing what Adam does or doesn't mean."

Tommy sighed in frustration. "But have you ever heard of such a thing? Or seen it? Does Adam regularly spank his bed partners?"

Taylor bit his bottom lip and seemed to think about it. Finally, he nodded. "It isn't a regular thing, but yes, I've seen him do it. Once in here with a gypsy named Brad that he took up with for a time until Brad got restless and moved on, and once in the great hall with one of the servants, Drake."

Tommy's stomach did a flip, but whether it was in anticipation or dread now that he knew Adam most likely was serious, he couldn't be sure. "Did they … enjoy it?"

Taylor shrugged, pouring Tommy a glass of wine to go with his dinner. "They seemed to."

Tommy groaned and rubbed his hand over his face. "That was not the answer I was looking for."

Taylor blinked, appearing mystified. "You would rather it not be pleasurable for you?"

"I would rather it not happen at all," Tommy said matter-of-factly, even though he wasn't nearly as sure as he sounded. He was thoroughly confused, to be honest.

Taylor offered him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure he will take that into consideration."

"Your loyalty is blinding," Tommy said flatly.

Taylor deliberately misunderstood him and smiled widely. "Thank you. That is a compliment, indeed."

Tommy just snorted as Taylor turned to go.



Finally, just as the sun was setting, Adam walked in and Tommy froze, no closer to figuring out what he thought about the whole thing.

Adam crossed to where Tommy stood near the middle of the room and ran the back of his hand down the side of Tommy's face. "Something wrong?"

Tommy swallowed, deciding the best course of action was to distract Adam until he was too tired to follow through with his insane idea.

That in mind, Tommy handed Adam the diamond encrusted leather collar. He tipped his head back and waited. He didn't have to wait long. Adam took the collar from him and fastened it around his neck, securing it with a small lock. Holding the key up for Tommy to see, Adam said, "No one may remove it but me."

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy said, a shiver of need running through him at the knowledge. Ever mindful of his plan to distract Adam, Tommy dropped to his knees then and asked, "May I suck you?"

Adam blinked down at him. "If that is what you want, yes."

Tommy exhaled in relief, already planning out how he could draw it out, make it last so that when Adam finally came he was too sated to do much more than fall into bed.

Just as Tommy's fingers worked open the leather belt around Adam's waist that gathered his tunic, Adam said above him, "If you're simply offering to distract me from spanking you, though, don't bother. I've been imagining you turned over my lap, ass cherry red from the palm of my hand for hours now. I won't be distracted so easily."

Tommy groaned, leaning forward until his forehead rested against Adam's hip. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"

"Look up at me," Adam ordered.

Reluctantly Tommy did so.

Adam studied him for a moment, then nodded toward the bed. "Come, sit with me."

Tommy climbed to his feet and followed Adam over, sitting down next to him and trying not to shift nervously. When Adam placed a hand on Tommy's bare knee, Tommy jumped.

"Calm down. We're just going to talk for a moment."

Tommy nodded and swallowed hard.

"Look at me, Thomas," Adam said softly, Tommy's formal name emphasizing the order.

Tommy met Adam's gaze and for a moment Adam simply sat there and stared at him, to the point that Tommy had to fight not to fidget under the weight of it.

Eventually, Adam asked, "Is there some reason in particular you are so reluctant? Something from your past?"

Tommy frowned, not understanding what Adam was getting at. "What?"

Adam seemed hesitant, but asked anyway, "Do you have any particularly bad memories of being spanked? Besides the occasional childhood chastisement, of course."

Tommy's frown deepened for a moment before he got it. He'd been lucky. He'd had parents who believed in physical punishment only as a last resort, and even then they had used it sparingly. But others he knew growing up-one friend in particular, David-had gotten more than his fair share of beatings. Tommy had lost count of the times he'd seen bruises littering David's body when they'd gone for a dip in the river behind the castle as children, and even more times when they were teens when David would wince as he moved a certain way or limp when he walked. Tommy had wished more than once that he'd been older so he could use his position as prince to take David's parents to task for it, even knowing there were no laws against it. He would have found something else to punish them for. By the time he was old enough, though, David's parents had died, his father in battle, his mother of consumption.

"Oh," Tommy said, shaking his head. "No. Nothing like that. I just…" He trailed off and bit his bottom lip.

"Just what?" Adam asked.

Tommy blew out a breath and said, "Maybe if I'd been raised as a slave, or even a servant it would be easier to accept. I don't know. Maybe not. I just… The thought of submitting to that…" Tommy paused and shook his head. "I don't know if I can, to be honest. I can't promise not to fight you."

Adam looked thoughtful at that. "What if you agree to give it a try and I agree to permit you a signal, something that you can say or do that will put an immediate stop to it?"

Tommy's eyebrows shot up. "You would allow me that?"

"If it would keep the urge for you to fight me at bay, yes. I have no wish to turn this into something that angers or distresses you. I truly believe you will enjoy it if you let yourself or I wouldn't have suggested it."

Tommy thought about it and asked, "What kind of signal?"

"Well," Adam said, thinking on it. "Not the word no, or please stop, because in my experience, the men I've spanked seem to like to say those words, even though they don't actually want me to stop." Adam chuckled. "The first few times I did stop, only to be shouted at to begin again."

Tommy snorted, bemused by the whole thing. He was fairly sure he wouldn't be asking Adam to continue if he were to stop. "Something that could mean no, then, but not be the actual word. Maybe the word red? As in, a red flag of war, to let you know I'm losing the battle to not fight it?"

Adam nodded. "That sounds perfect. Red it is."

Tommy hesitated. "Do you want to do this now?"

Adam shook his head, pointing at the floor. "I'd like you to remove my boots, first."

Tommy slid to the floor and positioned himself in front of Adam's feet, then went to work on his laces. He hadn't done this for Adam before, but he found he wasn't opposed to the idea, either. He rather liked it, if he was honest.

Once he had them off and had moved the boots to the end of the bed, he looked up at Adam through his fringe and asked, "May I remove your clothing, too?"

Adam stood. "You may."

Tommy busied himself undressing Adam, cock filling and stomach fluttering in anticipation with every inch of Adam's skin he bared, until Adam was all skin and freckles, standing before him hard and proud. Tommy folded his clothing carefully and set it on the trunk at the end of the bed for Taylor to take care of later, then walked over to stand before Adam again.

Adam leaned down and kissed him, pulling Tommy's body against his. Tommy moaned at the feeling of Adam's erection pressed into his stomach. Adam's hands moved lower, until he was cupping Tommy's backside, and Tommy moaned again as Adam's fingers began kneading the flesh.

Anticipation and nerves made Tommy's breath quicken and he mumbled, "Adam," between kisses, not sure if he wanted more or for Adam to change his mind.

Adam hummed as he pulled out of the kiss and nipped at Tommy's bottom lip, before swatting lightly at Tommy's butt and backing off.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath at the unexpected jolt of arousal that slammed through him. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, he thought to himself.

Adam sat down on the bed, smirking as if he knew exactly what Tommy was thinking. Adam slid back until there was plenty of room for Tommy to lie over his thighs with his body resting on the bed on either side of him, and then he patted his lap.

"Lay down across me, ass up."

Tommy took a deep breath. His cheeks burned and his heart raced as he climbed on the bed, getting himself into position. He felt exposed in a way he hadn't before, but at the same time a thrill of the forbidden, of bucking tradition, zinged through him and he found himself waiting almost impatiently for the first slap. Instead, he got more caressing, more kneading. Deciding that was good, too, Tommy dropped his head to the mattress and moaned, lifting his ass for more.

"You like this?"

"The position's embarrassing, but yes," Tommy answered.

Adam laughed softly. "The embarrassment's half the fun, or so I'm told."

Tommy snorted. "I don't see how that can be," but they both knew it was a lie because Tommy's traitorous cock had filled and lengthened against Adam's thigh already.

Adam kneaded and caressed for another few moments, and then, without warning, Adam struck. The sound of Adam's hand connecting with flesh cracked through the air and Tommy cried out in shock, his whole body jerking with the sharp sting that exploded on one side of his ass.

"S-sorry," Tommy said, hands twisting in the sheets in an attempt to keep himself from bolting off Adam's lap.

"Sorry for what?" Adam asked, caressing the spot he'd just struck.

"For screaming," Tommy replied.

"No need," Adam said. "You're allowed to scream and shout as much as you like. You can even tell me no or ask me to stop, like we discussed. The only thing I will stop for, though, is the word red, understand?"

Tommy nodded. "I understand."

"Good," Adam said. "Ready for another?"

"No?" Tommy said with a puff of laughter.

Adam smacked his other ass cheek anyway and Tommy shouted again, body jerking with the shock of it, even though he'd had warning that time.

Adam caressed the sting away, asking, "What do you think so far?"

Tommy licked his lips. He was still baffled by the whole thing, but he couldn't deny how hard it was getting him, or the urge he had to lift his ass for more.

"I think," Tommy said, turning his head to shoot Adam a sly grin, "that I need more than two smacks. I believe in being thorough before coming to a decision of any sort."

Adam laughed, a delighted grin curving his lips. "You are something else. Yes. We shall be thorough, then."

Tommy turned his face back to the mattress below him just in time for the next smack. That time, his body didn't so much jerk in shock as in arousal. He moaned when Adam rubbed away the sting, only to smack him in the same spot a moment later. Tommy gasped and Adam smacked his other cheek before caressing both stings away.

Adam continued that pattern for several minutes, until Tommy was panting and pushing his ass up, all but begging for more. The slow, leisurely way Adam was going about the spanking was driving Tommy to clutch at his hair and consider begging for more, all his doubts about whether he would like being spanked long since gone. He more than liked it. He loved it. He'd just love it more if Adam would pick up the pace.

"Please," he finally begged when Adam smacked him again, then went back to the maddening caresses.

"Please what?" Adam asked, amusement and arousal clear in his voice.

Tommy growled in frustration that Adam was going to make him say it. "Please, more. Want more."

Adam groaned and pressed his hard cock up into Tommy's hip, grinding lightly before he started delivering smack after smack, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh filling the air. The sting of it radiated out from Tommy's backside until it felt like his skin was on fire and tingling at the same time.

Tommy cried out and twisted on Adam's lap, suddenly not sure if he wanted more or to get away. But then Adam's hand pressed down on the small of his back, grounding him, and it eased the edge off the anxiety over toomuch that had been creeping up inside him.

At some point Tommy started begging for it to stop even though he really didn't want it to. Thankfully Adam kept true to his word and didn't stop, just soothed him with one hand rubbing over his back while the other hand kept delivering blow after steady blow, some to his ass, some to his upper thighs, until Tommy was screaming himself hoarse and breathing so hard he was sure he was about to pass out.

Only then did Adam stop, ordering Tommy to his hands and knees on the bed. Tommy scrambled to obey, getting into position as Adam climbed off the bed and reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table. Slicked fingers probed Tommy hole, slipping inside for a brief moment before pulling out to deliver another smack.

Adam alternately finger-fucked and spanked his backside until Tommy dropped to his elbows, forehead pressed to the mattress, ass high in the air, and pleaded with Adam to fuck him. Adam groaned and climbed on the bed, telling him to keep begging even as he entered him. Tommy obliged, begging over and over for Adam to fuck him, to keep fucking him, to never stop, to please let him come, until Adam finally gave him permission. Tommy broke off in a choked stutter as his orgasm tore through him, come spurting from his cock all over the bed and his stomach and chest as Adam pounded away inside him.

Tommy tried to stay up, tried to push back, but his limbs turned to jelly and the rush from his climax left him in a whoosh. Tommy collapsed on the bed, legs spread wide, and Adam followed him down, not even breaking rhythm as he fucked him into the bed. Tommy grunted and moaned brokenly, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs twitching. It was too much sensation so soon after he came, too much sting as Adam's hips and legs slapped against his tender ass and thighs every time Adam thrust in, but it was perfect at the same time and Tommy never wanted it to stop.

Eventually it did, though, Adam's hips finally falling out of rhythm as he neared the end, until with one final thrust, Adam froze and groaned, releasing himself deep inside Tommy's body. Tommy gasped at the sensation, wondering if he'd ever get used to the feeling of Adam coming inside him. He hoped not. He loved the surprise of it too much to ever want to get used to it.

After a prolonged moment, Adam collapsed on top of him, face buried in Tommy's neck, hot breath puffing over Tommy's throat and around his leather collar. Adam's fingers slid up Tommy's arms until he found Tommy's hands. Palms resting over the backs of Tommy's hands, Adam laced their fingers together and squeezed. Tommy curled his fingers around Adam's and squeezed back, wanting to say something, anything, but finding there were no adequate words to describe how he felt just then.

Their interlocked fingers were the last thing he was aware of as he sank into oblivion, completely spent, both mind and body.

[Part 9]