Sold

by Sean Michael

The man’s lips were soft, swollen. Open. Adam tasted like pleasure, and Matt groaned, squeezing the now slick prick in his hand. Adam shivered, hips still moving, cock still hard. Matt brought his hand up, offered Adam a taste of his own. Adam took his wrist, carefully, seductively licking him clean. Groaning, he humped against Adam, his cock straining against his slacks. That tongue was smart enough, clever enough to drive him to weak knees. He leaned against Adam, letting his lover keep him up.

  “Want you.”

  “I’m here.” Adam slipped to his knees, opened Matt’s slacks.

  “Oh, damn. Yes.” He nodded, hand sliding through Adam’s hair.

  Adam’s mouth was heaven -- wet and hot, slick and eager. He cupped Adam’s head, drew him even closer. Adam opened easily, taking him to the root, the tip of his cock slipping into Adam’s throat.

  “Adam!” He cried out, body jerking.

  Adam nodded, took him, swallowed. It felt so good, the heat and wetness, the tight swallowing. One hand cupped his balls, rolled them carefully. He spread his legs, giving Adam more room. The careful, amazing touch moved, smoothed behind his balls. His nerves all lit up, pleasure climbing through his body. Adam’s head bobbed, throat working, the suction perfect.

  “Oh, God, that’s good. You’re good.” He was nearly keening, the pleasure almost too much.

  Then Adam rubbed his perineum, nudging his gland from the outside. He cried out, hips snapping, his spunk pouring into Adam’s mouth. Adam drank him down, tongue carefully cleaning him.

  “God, you’re good at that.”

  Adam hummed softly, the sound vibrating around him. His knees nearly gave out again and he reached out for the door behind Adam, bracing himself. Adam smiled and that amazing mouth kept working him, keeping him hard.

  “Keep that up and I’ll be able to take you.” He hardly recognized his own voice, it was that strained and needy.

  The soft chuckle made him want to scream.

  He tugged Adam up. He would discover what made Adam lose control. A short kiss was all he offered. “Come to my bed.”

  “Yes, Matt. Please.”

  He took Adam’s hand and led him down the hall, tried not to be in a hurry, but he was.

  Adam started undressing him, tugging his clothes off. He returned the favor, pulling away Adam’s clothes. He had the sudden urge to leave marks -- bruises and ink, scratches and touches, so that everyone knew Adam was loved. He tugged Adam close as soon as they were naked and took a long, hard kiss. He could feel Adam’s lips swell, part for him.

  “I want your control,” he told Adam, meeting the sub’s eyes.

  “Matt?”

  “I want to make you crazy.”

  Adam pinked. “You can try.”

  Matt laughed and nodded. “I can. I plan to.”

  That got him another kiss, a grin. He grabbed hold of Adam’s hair, tugged his head back, and took a kiss. A tiny, soft cry pushed into his lips. Yes.

  He pushed Adam back farther, bending the man’s back as he devoured Adam’s mouth. Adam’s body rubbed against his, chest to knee, so smooth and warm against him. He found Adam’s ass with his free hand, squeezing one taut buttock. The muscles under his fingers rolled as Adam’s hands landed on his shoulders.

  Yes. He wanted Adam to cling to him, to need him. He bent Adam back farther, making Adam hold him for balance. He could feel the hot cock against his leg, his own sliding on Adam’s belly. Adam tried to pull up, get his balance back, hard abs rippling. Matt didn’t let him, keeping Adam off balance over his arm. He could feel Adam’s heartbeat speeding up, responding.

  He let his teeth dig into Adam’s lower lip. Adam jerked and shuddered, fingertips digging in. That was it. He wanted that, he wanted everything. The kisses went on and on, making him breathless, making Adam shake.

  Matt finally broke it, staring into Adam’s eyes as they panted together. Fuck, the man was beautiful. Matt wanted to wrap around him, hold on tight. He licked at Adam’s lower lip.

  “I.” Adam swallowed. “How can I please you?”

  “By letting me please you.” He lowered Adam to the bed and encouraged his lover to move up into the middle of the mattress.

  Adam’s eyes never left his, never left him. Bending, he licked Adam’s right nipple, still holding that amazing gaze.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “I want you to feel. I want you to beg and scream.”

  “I don’t. I haven’t been a screamer.” Those eyes met his. “I’m not interested in faking it with you.”

  “No, no faking. Don’t ever fake it with me.”

  One hand was held out to him. “I won’t.”

  He shook Adam’s hand. “Good.”

  “I still don’t know what to do, Matt.”

  “Feel. React naturally. Be yourself.”

  Adam looked at him, eyes suddenly worried. “And if I don’t remember how?”

  “I think you can. I think you know here.” He pressed his hand against Adam’s belly.

  Adam’s hand covered his. He stared into Adam’s eyes. He waited until he got a single, tentative nod.

  “Good.” He kissed Adam softly, teasing Adam’s tongue with his own.

  Those pretty lips were swollen, the taste of desire luscious. He encouraged Adam’s tongue back into his own mouth. Adam hummed, explored his mouth, tongue sliding against his almost lazily. It made him feel good, that Adam wanted to taste him, to explore, when he knew the man didn’t kiss a lot, especially not during the scenes he was paid for.

  Each moan stoked the flames of his desire. He pressed Adam into the mattress, lying on top of his lover. The sensation of skin on skin was heady. Adam wiggled, rubbed them side to side. He slid his hand between them to find a nipple, fingers pinching. That little nipple tightened for him, sweet as could be. Groaning, he pinched harder.

  He felt Adam’s moan rumbling in his chest, but it didn’t escape his throat. Growling, Matt shifted to the other nipple and twisted it. Adam stilled, eyes searching his. He held Adam’s gaze; he wanted his lover’s responses, Adam’s true responses. If Adam didn’t like it, Matt wanted to know. Equally, if it sent Adam over the moon, he wanted to know that, too.

  Adam shivered, looked unsure, worried.

  “There’s no right or wrong here, Adam -- I want to know how each touch affects you.” He twisted Adam’s nipple again.

  “I just want to please you.” Adam’s voice cracked as he pinched.

  “No. Take your pleasure. That’s what I’m offering you, what I want you to have.”

  “I’m...” Adam sighed, frowned. “I’m trying.”

  “You need to stop trying and just feel.” He bit at Adam’s lower lip, then soothed it. Somehow he thought that scared Adam more than anything.

  He took Adam’s hands and held them up over his lover’s head. Adam stretched for him, body graceful.

  “Keep them there.” Let Adam focus on keeping his hands up.

  “Yes, S... Matt.”

  He smiled and nodded. Focusing on keeping his hands up just might loosen Adam from his restraint in other areas.

  Matt let himself look at Adam. Thin and tanned, the man was classically beautiful, almost like an ancient statue. Not as cold as one, though; Matt was sure of it. There was a vein of passion running deep through Adam. He was going to discover it.

  He bit at Adam’s lower lip again, then moved to nibble on an earlobe. That earned him a moan, Adam’s neck stretching. Oh, pretty.

  Matt lowered his touch, licking at Adam’s neck, trying to decide where he was going to bite. Where he was going to leave his mark. He ran his nose over Adam’s throat, sniffing and then licking. He found a little hot spot right below Adam’s ear, felt the man shiver with delight. He licked the spot, then used his teeth to put a little pressure on it. Adam gasped, fingers curling around his headboard. It m
ade him hum and bite harder.

  “Oh.” The single sound was so quiet, but it was all for him.

  He nodded, rubbed his nose along Adam’s skin. Adam stilled, panting softly, waiting for him. He bit gently at the juncture where neck met shoulder. Adam hummed, the sound peaceful. He bit harder.

  “Matt!” The word was surprised.

  That made him smile, and he licked where he’d bitten, tasting the salt and Adam flavor there. Adam relaxed again, easing under his mouth. Then he nipped, teeth dragging over Adam’s skin. He was going to explore every single inch. Belly. Thighs. Those pale little nipples. Licks and bites and sucking-up marks. It was going to be glorious.

  He spread Adam’s legs, fingers stroking the inner thighs. He let his fingernails scrape over the soft skin. Adam’s ball sac drew up, wrinkled. He rubbed it, tugged a little. So soft. Velvety. Matt could see it with a tiny ring behind, something secret. He let his fingers tease behind, stroking the spot where he would put it. Adam’s body moved, shifted almost convulsively.

  “This is mine. This spot right here.” He pinched gently.

  “Wh...what?”

  “This spot. I’m going to put a ring right here.”

  “I.” Adam’s words cut off, but the man’s ball sac went tight, tiny at his words.

  “A place that belongs to no one else. Just me.”

  “I. I don’t. Oh, fuck, man.”

  Listen to that. Rough, raw, uncontrolled. He liked it.

  Matt scraped the spot with his finger. Adam’s leg bent, his lover spreading for him.

  “Yeah, right there. This spot. All mine.”

  Adam didn’t answer; he groaned, arched as Matt pinched again. Matt slid down, pushing Adam’s legs farther apart so he could slide his tongue along this secret place. The scent of Adam hit him like a freight train, the musky male smell going straight to his cock. Moaning, he humped against the mattress a few times before getting himself under control enough to start licking the sweet little spot he was claiming as his own.

  His. His spot. He kissed and licked and even bit gently at the spot. Then he wrapped his lips around a bit of the flesh and sucked, pulling up the blood; he’d leave Adam with a little hickey, right there.

  “Oh...” Adam rolled, spread farther. “Hot.”

  Yes, it was. Adam was.

  His slid his fingers along Adam’s cock. The long, thin shaft was engorged, heating, the tip wet. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking as he rubbed his tongue along the mark he’d made. He heard Adam pant, heard the way his touch made the man’s breath hitch. Moaning, he stroked Adam’s cock faster, loving the way it leaked for him.

  “So fine.”

  Adam groaned, licked his lips. Matt pulled a ball into his mouth, sucking on it as he continued to work the long prick.

  Adam’s hips rolled, toes curling. “Oh...”

  He would have smiled, but his mouth was full. Adam’s ball sac relaxed, weighing heavy on his tongue. He slowly let it go, and then took the other one in.

  “I don’t know what to do, Matt.”

  “There’s nothing for you to do but feel.” And if he had to tie Adam up to get that through to the man, he would.

  “I.” Adam sighed, nodded.

  He pressed his thumb against his spot behind Adam’s balls and kissed his way up the long torso.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Matt. I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For not pleasing you.”

  “What makes you think you’re not pleasing me? Besides, I’m trying to pleasure you right now. You’re not on the clock, Adam.”

  “I know. Still. I want to. I want to please you.”

  “You do. You being here makes me so very happy.”

  Adam moaned for him, kissed him carefully.

  “Every new relationship takes time to develop. You’re used to jumping in and knowing exactly what the master you’re helping needs. We need to start from the beginning. Which is far more exciting.” He kissed Adam on the nose. “If also scary.”

  “A bit, yes.”

  “Only a bit?” He licked at Adam’s lips.

  “I don’t like being out of control. I’m not good at it.”

  “No, but I think it’s good for you. I think you need to be pushed beyond your control to find out how deeply you can feel.”

  “I don’t have an answer for you, Matt. This...”

  “Is something I want. Do you? Are you willing to try? Do you want to try with me?”

  “I’d try for you, yes.”

  “Good. Then let’s just see where this goes.”

  Adam nodded. “I swear, I am not a problem for my other masters.”

  He laughed and rubbed their noses together. “No. They never got the real you.”

  “No. No, I couldn’t work like that.”

  “I want the real you. That’s all, Adam.” It was everything.

  Adam met his eyes, suddenly looking young. “That’s a lot, Matt.”

  “I know.”

  Adam kissed him, the act slow, painfully gentle.

  “I want every single piece of you.” He brought their mouths together again, letting Adam take another infinite kiss. Adam moaned for him, deep and low, body pressing close. “See? That’s all I want from you. How you feel. How you really feel.”

  Adam nodded, kissed him again, the sound pushing into his lips almost desperate. He fucked Adam’s mouth with his tongue. Sweet, swollen -- Adam tasted like fucking heaven. This was the taste of his man.

  Adam seemed just as eager to taste him, tongue sliding on his, hands still on the headboard. He slid his fingers through Adam’s hair, stroking his scalp. Adam leaned into the touch, head heavy, hair soft as silk. His fingers drifted down along Adam’s neck, over his shoulders. He was amazed all over again by the soft, smooth skin.

  “Do you shave your chest?”

  “No, Matt. I had electrolysis.”

  “I like it. Did you do it for yourself?” Or for the many men Adam played sub to?

  “It was good for business. Smooth chests are popular. I didn’t do my pubic area. I left it.”

  “Good for business.” He pursed his lips.

  “Yes.” Adam met his eyes. “I let men use me as their fantasy, Matt. That’s how I make my living.”

  “I know. I don’t like it because you’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

  “Too bad. I have an appointment for a flogging tomorrow at noon, and I’m demonstrating anal beads at the Hammer at eight.” Adam looked at him quite seriously. “I have to work, Matt. I have to feed myself.”

  Everything inside him clenched. “I know.”

  Adam’s hands left the headboard, fingers on his cheek. “This isn’t going to work, Matt. I’m sorry; I’m happy to be your friend, but you need a lover, a man who can be only yours.”

  He shook his head. “But you are mine. You’ve said yourself that you don’t get involved with any of those men.”

  “No. No, I don’t, but that doesn’t change things.” Adam’s eyes were so sad.

  “I want to try, Adam. You’re special, and what we have together is special.” He needed to be man enough to allow Adam to earn his living with his body. He needed to trust in what was between them.

  Adam sighed softly. “That’s not very fair to you, Matt.”

  “I have a deep feeling that you’re worth it.”

  Adam chuckled, the sound somehow weak. Pale.

  “You do feel it, don’t you? That there’s a connection here?” He had to know this wasn’t one-sided.

  “I do.” Those hands kept moving, soothing him, petting him.

  “Then stay and give me what you don’t give anyone else.” He bent and brought their lips together again.

  Adam kissed him, gentle, delicate, sensitive. He let the kiss go
deeper, sinking into it. Adam breathed with him, slow and steady, fingers trailing over his shoulders, down his arms. He began to move against his lover, their cocks sliding together. Adam hummed for him, fingers drawing circles around the small of his back.

  He got a hand between them, jacking them together as they rocked, bodies sliding and bumping. Adam’s hand joined his, sliding on his prick, working the tip of his cock. He was going to have to tie the man down and spend the rest of the night blowing Adam’s mind. Once he’d come, as he was so very close.

  “So good. So fine.” Adam’s words brushed his ear, a low whisper.

  “You are.” Adam was. Extremely so.

  “Come for me, Matt. Please.”

  “You first.”

  Adam’s laughter made him grin. He meant it, though; he wasn’t losing entire control of this encounter. His hand sped, his hand moving both of theirs.

  “Come on, lovely. Come for me.”

  “Lovely. How dear.”

  He squeezed his hand hard. “Come. Now.”

  Adam’s eyes flew open, shock in them as heat sprayed from the long prick.

  “Yes!” He jerked a few times, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

  Adam shivered, moaning softly, just for him. He curled up with Adam, holding on. Adam’s arms wrapped around him, held him tight.

  It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now.

  Chapter Four

  Adam finished his scene with Kevin, proving to Kev’s sweet little twink lover that no one died from a caning, kissing the wiry top on the cheek after he dressed. “I hope I helped out.” These were the absolute best kinds of scenes. Honestly. He felt helpful, needed, necessary.

  Well, right now he just felt sore and in desperate need of a glass of juice and two hours in the hot tub with some sappy romance on the television, but still.

  Kev smiled at his lover, heat in his eyes, and nodded. He was still smiling when he turned back to Adam. “I believe you were very helpful, Adam. You always are.” Kev patted his cheek. “I’m going to put you in a cab.” The man already had his cell phone out when Adam’s vibrated in his pocket.

  He nodded to Kev, then answered. “Hello?” Please don’t be another gig. He was taking a couple of days off.