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Pornography movies are make-believe. They're made-up fantasies, exaggerated, and unrealistic.
At least that's what Beth told Adam every time he wanted to try something he had seen in them.
Adam knows the participants are actors, of course; that there is a script and multiple takes like any other movies. But that's not what Beth meant by ‘fake’.
"No one actually does that," Beth had said with barely disguised disgust. "We live in the real world."
Adam had frowned. "Beth. You're treating me like one of your students again. I'm not a child, you know."
She would normally soften when Adam called her out. This time, she tensed up. "Well, you certainly act like one if you think for one second that there are people out there who truly want to do these things!" She got up from the couch and walked to her kitchen. Adam followed her like a stray dog, unsure of what to do with himself.
"Actually, you know what?" She turned on her heels to face Adam, crossing her arms over her chest. "There are people who do those. Perverts and deviants . Sex freaks and nymphomaniacs. Are you one of those, Adam?"
"I don't-"
"Get out of my apartment please. I don't want to see you anymore tonight."
The sex discussions would always end with Beth winning or changing the subject, yes, but never before had she kicked Adam out.
He stood there a moment longer, staring off into space and fidgeting with his hands. He wanted to continue this discussion. He wanted to understand why only so-called deviants were allowed to do these activities.
"Beth-"
"Get. Out." She grabbed a mug from her cupboard and started on her bedtime routine, ignoring Adam completely.
He had done more research that night, when he got back to his apartment. Adam liked the pornographic DVDs he already owned and didn't delve into internet porn: He knew what he liked and just rewatched the same movies over and over again.
He found multiple forums and blogs where people discussed their varied interests in sexual practices. From bondage to pet play, and from doll-ification to sadomasochism, Adam learned new terms too: Rope bunnies, omorashi, free use. He saw wax play and knife play, which he had already seen in one of his movies. Multiple acts piqued his interest, but he discarded a lot of it too. Some people were really intense or had really niche ones that didn’t appeal to him.
The bloggers discussed their regular lives too: Accountants, biologists, teachers, doctors, painters, electrical engineers. Adam smiled at that last one. If these people could have regular lives in the real world, how did any of this make them deviants? Everyone involved is a consenting adult. Where’s the harm?
All Adam had wanted to try with Beth was light choking and restraints. It didn't seem all that ‘perverted’ now.
Adam eventually broke it off with her. He was tired of being infantilized; he was tired of her trying to ‘fix’ him. She wasn’t surprised when he announced they should go their separate ways. They could never have understood each other.
-
Two years later
Nigel quickly closes the laptop as Adam walks into the living room.
"Hey, beautiful." The older man winks and makes a show of eyeing him up and down. "Enjoyed your shower?"
Adam's damp curls feel uncomfortable against his neck. "It was… a shower." What else is there to say about that?
"Well, you look delectable."
Adam's face flushes. No matter how many times Nigel compliments him, it always gets Adam's heart rattling in his chest. They've been together for a year, and he doesn't see this feeling stopping any time soon.
Adam stares at the laptop. Curiosity gets the best of him. He taps his fingers against his thigh and chews his bottom lip. "What were you looking at?"
Nigel knows better than to feign ignorance. He never pretends. Adam loves that about him.
"Something I'd rather not talk about." He smiles but there is something off about it. Adam frowns. He's getting better at reading Nigel's expressions. Not anyone else's: Just Nigel's. He's the only one that really matters.
There's a worry in his boyfriend's face. It's in the way his eyes get bigger. It's like his pupils expand; the look of a kicked puppy.
"You know you can tell me anything, Ni."
"Mm." Nigel lets out a small laugh, like the air has been punched out of his lungs. "Not this, no."
"Why not?"
"Please" –Nigel gets up and brings the laptop with him, propping it on his hip– "let this go."
Adam’s jaw clenches as he tries to remain calm. He hates when people do that. He doesn't understand why they do it. Why can't they just say what they're thinking and not make people pry it out of their minds?
"Ni. Tell me. It's going to bother me all day if you don't. It will be the only thing I think of, and I won't be able to get anything done-" He is growing frantic. He is not saying this to make Nigel feel bad, quite the contrary. He wants to reassure him that whatever it is, he will try to understand. Beth had said that when Adam did this type of pleading, it was manipulation. Adam doesn't see it like that. It's the need for honesty and full transparency. He knows people are entitled to their secrets, but this isn't just anyone. It's Nigel .
Why would Nigel keep anything from him? Adam knows all about his past crimes! What could Nigel hide that is worse than that?
"I can't tell you." Nigel's tone is stern, like this is final.
Adam doesn't relent. "Yes, you can." He's feeling an uncomfortable ball of heat grow in his chest and make its way up his throat. The muscles in his arms are tense, and his fingernails dig into his palms.
Nigel must see Adam is growing angry at a rapid rate because something shifts in his body language. His shoulders sink slightly, and he looks away.
"You're going to perceive me differently after this."
The sadness of his voice makes Adam's anger dissipate at once. It leaves a hole, an aching feeling between his ribs.
"Don't make that decision for me. You have told me you have killed people, Ni. You really think there is anything that you could say that would make me leave?"
Nigel sighs and puts the laptop down onto the coffee table. He brings Adam into his arms, dipping his face into the crook of Adam's neck. Nigel’s stubble always tickles when he does that, and Adam can't help the small giggle escaping his lips. He wraps his arms tightly around his boyfriend's back and holds him close. Adam loves him so intensely, it’s often painful, but in a good way. It’s the kind of love that makes you feel like a fire has been sparking in your gut. The kind of flame that spreads rapidly, the kind of fire you would let entirely consume you. He fists the back of Nigel’s shirt and sighs softly against his chest.
When Nigel pulls back, he takes a deep breath and sits back down on the couch, patting the seat next to him for Adam to sit on.
He opens the laptop, and it shows a webpage that appears to be an online sex store at first glance.
Adam takes the laptop, setting it on his thighs, and scrolls through the website. They're only selling one thing.
Lingerie.
Adam opens his mouth to speak but swiftly closes it. He opens it again with a slight frown on his face.
"Why were you looking at that?" Adam feels a pang of jealousy in his chest, a deep possessive anger threatening to take place. "Who would you want to buy this for?"
Nigel’s voice breaks through the fog of his building rage before it can fully set in.
"Me." He clears his throat and sighs in a shaky breath. "For me."
Adam snaps his neck towards him so fast he almost dislocates a vertebra.
A DVD he saw in the back of a video store when he was younger comes to mind. It stood behind bead curtains, illuminated by the red glow of a ‘xxx’ neon. On the cover was a strong man in lingerie, posing like a woman. Make Me Your Girl . It had made excitement pool in Adam's abdomen, but he never dared to buy it or even rent it. He knew there was a taboo around this erotica subgenre. He knew crossdressers were labeled as perverts by society, though he never understood why.
"Could you say something?" Nigel sounds completely defeated, like this is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. Adam hadn't realized he was gaping at Nigel for so long.
"W-What color were you thinking?"
Nigel looks taken aback, like Adam just punched him in the stomach.
"What?"
Adam looks back at the screen and scrolls. "There are widely different types too. Were you thinking of a set: bralette, garter belt, panties and high stockings? Or more like a sheer slip dress? For the panties, there's lace or silk or -"
"Stop, stop, stop." Nigel takes back the laptop and sets it aside. "Don't do this."
Adam frowns again. "Do what?"
"Pretend like this is normal!” Nigel put his face in his hands, leaning over his knees.
Adam takes a moment to think about it, biting his bottom lip. "Maybe it isn't normal. But people say I'm not normal. Would it be so bad if you weren't?"
Nigel sighs heavily and slumps back. "Those two things are not comparable. My thing is... make-believe."
There's that word again.
"Crossdressers and trans people are cast aside as abnormal. It's not make-believe-"
Nigel cuts him off. "I am not any of that."
"Would it be such a terrible thing if you were?"
They stare at each other for a long time, neither of them knowing how to break the heavy silence.
"My turn to go take a shower," Nigel says after a moment. He gets up with a grunt, beelining for the bathroom.
Adam is going to let this go. For now.
-
Days went by without either of them bringing it up. Adam didn’t like to pretend it didn’t happen. He didn’t want to ignore Nigel’s needs and wants. But Nigel wasn’t ready to talk about it, so Adam would wait.
Well, Adam tried to wait.
It’s three days later, at the mall, that he finally has the opportunity to bring it up again. Adam went into an electronics store to get LR44 batteries for one of his new models. In the meantime, Nigel went to a soap shop to get the fancy handmade type he likes. Adam hates that store; the various smells give him an immediate headache. They planned on meeting back in the middle, near a warm pretzel stand.
Batteries acquired, Adam goes to the spot they agreed upon and sits on a bench, waiting for his boyfriend. After a long moment of fidgeting and looking around, he checks the time. What’s taking him so long?
Not even halfway to the soap shop, Adam spots Nigel in front of a different store. He’s hard to miss, standing tall above the crowd. Adam approaches him and is about to call his name when he sees what the man is looking at.
It’s a lingerie retailer. A luxury one: tall windows, minimalist font and little to no customers inside.
The lingerie set Nigel is currently transfixed by is gorgeous.
The panties, garter belt and bralette are a sunburnt orange, and all have the same delicate design: embroidered daylilies. The outline of the flower is orange, and the inside of the petals is a see-through white fabric. The stockings are the same orange as the rest. The set is intricate, bold, and lively. Like Nigel.
He would look incredible in it.
“How much is it?” Adam stands next to his boyfriend.
Nigel’s shoulders tense. He tears his eyes away from the display. He huffs, irritated. “I don’t know.” He takes one last glance at it. Adam notices the longing in his eyes. A sad glimmer. Nigel tries to smile, to shake it off, but Adam can still see it. “You ready to go, darling?”
Adam taps his fingers against his thigh, “You should buy it.”
“No.” Nigel looks at Adam and narrows his eyes. “Don’t start. Let’s go home.” Nigel turns and walks in the direction of one of the exits. Nigel usually says ‘ Anything for you, gorgeous’ with a beautiful smile at every single one of Adam’s requests.
Nigel’s current attitude makes him think of a cat, arching his back and hissing when he’s feeling threatened.
Adam keeps the name of the store in mind.
If Nigel won’t buy it, Adam will.
-
The clerk had a terrible attitude when Adam walked into the lingerie boutique two days later. Adam had to wait for the right time before returning to the mall. He got off work early, and Nigel wouldn’t finish his shift for a couple more hours. Adam had plenty of time to get the set and go back home before Nigel would come back.
The employee, wearing a well-tailored black dress, looked at him up and down.
“Looking for anything in particular?”
“I’d like to buy the set in the window,” He said, avoiding her gaze and setting his eyes on the counter instead.
“The Hemerocallis design,” She said, walking towards it. Her black heels resonated against the marble floor. “It’s handmade. It took the artisan hours to complete. It only comes in one size, but the fabric can stretch…” She tilted her head to the side. “To an extent.” She looked back towards Adam. “We have a no-return policy.”
Adam only nodded. She talked like she was scolding him.
She took it off the display and delicately put it in a box on soft tissue paper. She closed the lid and entered numbers in the cash register, her French tip nails making an irritating noise.
“$500.”
Adam’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew when he first saw the storefront that it would be expensive, but it was still a little shocking. He took out his credit card and completed the transaction. If Nigel wears it, then it will be totally worth it. You can’t put a price on your boyfriend’s happiness.
-
Adam takes the set out of the box and lays each component on the bed in a vertical line. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest, his hand flapping in uncontrolled excitement.
The excitement quickly turns to anxiety. Too quickly.
It’s highly possible that Nigel will refuse to wear it. He may get angry that Adam went behind his back and bought it for him. Adam has to remind himself that Nigel is equally as obsessed with him. He may be angry at first, but it wouldn’t be for long.
Adam takes a shower and changes into a simple outfit: black pants and a black t-shirt. He doesn’t want to take the focus away from the beautiful orange. Adam imagines Nigel in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, admiring himself in his lingerie set. Adam would stand beside him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He would whisper praise in his ear as his hands explored his body. He would trail his finger’s down, gently touching Nigel’s cock, hard and leaking in the delicate panties.
Adam is already getting worked up at the thought. He takes a deep breath in and sits on the bed, waiting for Nigel to come home. Any minute now.
When the front door shuts, Adam gets a sudden wave of anxiety. Maybe he shouldn’t have bought this. Maybe Nigel will be more upset than he thinks.
As he’s ruminating about it while biting his nails, Nigel walks into the bedroom. He freezes in the doorframe, eyes fixed to the bed, where lays the daylilies lingerie set.
“Adam…” Nigel shakes his head and takes a deep centering breath, exhaling through his nose. “Return it.”
“No-return policy.”
The older man sighs heavily. “Find a buyer. Sell it. I want it out of my sight.”
“Can’t you try it on, at least. For me?”
Nigel shakes his head again. “You don’t want to see me in this, Adam. It would not be flattering. You don’t need to have this horrid image burned into your mind.”
Adam gets up and grabs his wrist before Nigel can leave the bedroom.
“Please?” Adam tries to give him the best puppy-dog eyes he can.
Nigel sighs in defeat. “You know I can’t resist that look.” Adam beams. “I will try it on and then take it right off. And that will be the end of it.”
Adam nods. He is saddened at the idea that this could be the only time he’ll see his boyfriend in it.
Nigel kicks Adam out of the room while he puts it on and Adam impatiently paces on the other side of the door, fingers fluttering.
“Are you done?” Adam calls through the door.
There is a long silence. Adam knocks.
“Ni?”
“I can’t let you see me like this.” Nigel’s voice breaks. “I-I’m taking it off.”
Adam doesn’t wait for Nigel’s approval and opens the door. His mouth opens in a surprise ‘o’. Nigel looks-
“Beautiful…” Adam says under his breath, taking in Nigel’s body.
Nigel frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “I look horrible. I am too masculine for this. I look utterly ridiculous, Adam.” He starts to unbuckle one of the garter belt straps, but Adam stops him with a hand over his.
“You look so pretty…” He stands behind Nigel, in front of the mirror, and wraps his arms around his waist, like he did in his imagination just moments earlier. It’s even better than he thought it would be. The lingerie looks tailored just for him. The garter belt accentuates his already defined waist. The stockings make his long legs look even longer. The panties perfectly frame his large cock.
And the bralette. The bralette makes his pecs look bigger. Adam swallows thickly as he brings his hands up Nigel’s body to cup his chest. He squeezes like he would with breasts, and Nigel makes a low noise in his throat. Adam kisses Nigel’s shoulder blades.
“You look wonderful in this. It’s like it was made for you…”
Adam catches the way Nigel’s face quickly reddens.
“You are exaggerating,” He says in an exhale.
Adam shakes his head, squeezing his chest again. “It makes your tits look so big…” Nigel’s entire body tenses up. Adam kisses his shoulder. “Relax…” He squeezes harder this time.
Nigel’s mouth parts and he blinks rapidly. He swallows, his throat bobbing.
Adam chuckles and kisses his neck. “Do you like that I called them ‘tits’?”
Nigel’s eyes are half lidded. Adam can feel both of their hearts racing. “Uh-huh…”
“Yeah? Good girl .”
He feels Nigel melt in his hands. “Fuck…”
Adam bites his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning from ear to ear.
“Lay on the bed for me, Ni.”
Nigel obliges, laying on the white comforter.
“This color looks gorgeous on you. I knew it would be. You’re glowing.”
Adam joins him on the bed, crawling over him. Nigel’s breathing quickens as Adam trails his hands up and down his body, drinking him in. Adam has always wanted to try being the dominant one, the one in control, the one who holds all the power. A rush of adrenaline courses through him. He’s finally going to make this a reality.
He cups Nigel’s cheek and kisses him. “You make such a pretty girl.”
Nigel closes his eyes tightly and grips the sheets. Adam can see his rapidly filling cock twitch in his beautiful sheer panties.
Adam lowers his head to whisper in his ear, “I want you to say it.”
“Say what?” Nigel is already out of breath. He looks ethereal laying on soft sheets in softer lingerie, his skin flushed, and his plush lips parted.
“That you’re a pretty girl.”
Nigel shakes his head.
He’s still resisting. That simply won’t do.
“On all fours. Now.” Adam is not the person with the most authoritative voice, but with the way Nigel’s eyes open wide, he must have succeeded in sounding stern.
Nigel obeys, holding himself up on his hands and knees. Adam pushes on the back of his neck, forcing Nigel’s face down into the pillow, his arms folding under him.
Adam takes his time observing Nigel’s ass, on display just for him. He trails his fingers softly against his warm skin and snaps one of the garter straps against the sensitive skin of his thigh.
Nigel makes a small noise, muffled by the pillow.
“Head to the side. I want to hear you.”
Nigel repositions himself.
So obedient. Adam’s cock twitches. He is so aroused it hurts.
“Will you say it now?” He asks gently.
Nigel shakes his head again, as best as he can in this position.
Adam makes a displeased humming sound. He pets the right cheek of Nigel’s ass before slapping it without warning. Nigel yelps. The spanking sound echoes in the room and leaves a red handprint on his skin. It’s fading quickly, but it’ll mark for longer if he has to spank him again.
“What about now?”
Nigel hides his face into the pillow.
Hm. Not so obedient after all. Not yet at least. Adam will fix that.
He slaps him two more times, each hit harder than the previous one. Nigel whimpers like a whore. Such a beautiful noise. Adam could get drunk on it. On this sound. On power .
Maybe he will.
“C’mon, be a good girl for me.” Adam’s voice is deep with lust. He unbuttons and unzips his pants to relieve some of the pressure on his painful erection.
This moment, right now, is something he never thought would happen to him. He’s spanking his handsome, strong boyfriend, who’s currently wearing delicate lingerie, and Adam gets to make him his girl. It almost feels like a dream that he could wake up from if he pinched himself hard enough.
But these things don’t only happen in fantasies and in porn DVDs. This is very real.
Adam can’t help the giddy laugh he lets out.
“Do I have to punish you again, baby?” He kisses the red skin softly.
Nigel turns his head to look back at Adam. He has drool running down his chin, and his eyes are glossy with unshed tears. Adam almost comes in his pants at the sight.
“I-I’m a pretty girl.” His voice is small, like he’s afraid anyone else would hear it.
Adam almost loses his composure when he hears the words spill out of Nigel’s blowjob lips.
“Louder. I didn’t quite hear you, baby.” He wants to hear him say it again and again and again.
“I’m a pretty girl.”
He slaps Nigel’s left cheek, which had been untouched before now.
“Louder!”
Oh, Adam is definitely getting drunk on power.
Nigel whines, loud and high. “I’m a pretty girl!”
Adam hums in satisfaction, squeezing his ass cheeks. “That’s it.” He moves his panties to the side and licks a line between his cheeks. He circles his rim with his tongue, and sucks on his hole. Nigel lets out a long moan.
“See how good it can be when you obey, princess?”
Nigel shivers and squirms. Adam smirks. These nicknames are unraveling Nigel’s remaining resistance quickly. If he had known this before, he would have called him a princess a week ago. But maybe it would have been too easy.
Adam has always loved a challenge.
“You’re getting a reward.” He uses the sweetest voice he can, softly massaging his abused skin. “I’m going to eat your pussy now…”
Nigel moans like he’s been wounded. Precum leaks from his sheer panties and drips onto the bed sheets.
“Fuck… Why does that turn me on so much…” Nigel is babbling, Adam could barely make out what he said.
He grins, proud of himself for making Nigel feel so good. Adam’s whole body feels like it’s catching on fire. He has never been so turned on in his entire life.
He licks Nigel’s hole and forces his tongue inside. He moans as the tight ring of muscles clench around his tongue. “Your pussy tastes so good.”
Nigel whines, spreading his legs wider.
Adam chuckles against his skin, the breath of air making Nigel’s hole twitch. He laps at his hole, coating it in saliva. He mouths at it like he’s starving. He could sit here, dragging small whines out of Nigel’s mouth for hours, if it wasn’t for the aching cock in his pants.
“Fuck, Adam…”
Adam smiles, he had never seen Nigel so pliant before. He needs to take him apart entirely, turn him into a begging and drooling slut . The thought makes him shiver and he digs his nails into the meat of Nigel’s ass.
Adam stands, lightheaded, and fishes the lube out of the bedside drawer before kneeling back onto the bed. He coats his fingers in a copious amount of lube and trails two of them between Nigel’s cheeks.
Nigel wiggles his hips, encouraging him. He doesn’t need him to ask him twice. Adam shoves two fingers inside, to the knuckles, curling them to find his prostate. He’s not going to waste any time. The need to be inside of Nigel is too strong.
“Aah-” Nigel squirms, trying to move away.
Adam grabs his hip firmly with his free hand. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re doing so good. Hold still.” He uses the kind of tone he’d use with a pet. This is giving him ideas: maybe next time, he’ll get Nigel a collar. Nigel is his; it’s only right to label what’s yours.
He works his fingers in and out, grazing Nigel’s spot with every drag. His scissors his fingers, stretching his hole to get him ready for his cock.
Nigel winces when he removes his fingers.
“You won’t be empty for long, baby.” Adam lowers his pants and his boxers just enough to free his cock. He lubes himself up and moans, rubbing the tip with his thumb. He presses the head against Nigel’s wet hole and slowly pushes in, to the hilt. He lets out a deep guttural moan. Adam doesn’t top often; he rarely gets to feel Nigel’s tight and warm insides. It feels heavenly. His cock throbs, and he has to stand still to temper his arousal. He doesn’t want to come now.
Nigel tries to move, to fuck himself on his dick. Adam leans over his body, clothed chest against Nigel’s -almost- bare back. He grabs him by the back of his neck and holds him down.
“Don’t move.”
The older man lets out a surprised moan, eyes widening when Adam squeezes his airways.
“Relax. Don’t worry your pretty little head, and let me take care of everything, okay?”
Adam releases Nigel’s neck and grabs his hips with both hands. Just as Nigel brings air back into his lungs, Adam pulls his cock out to roughly thrust it back in, punching the air right out again.
Nigel’s moan is whorish. It’s music to Adam’s ears. He pulls out almost entirely, only keeping the head in and shoves back in. His thrusts are slow but rough. Each one brings out a pornographic moan out of Nigel’s mouth.
“Fuck…Your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart.”
Nigel curses under his breath and tries to move his hips backward. Adam grabs his hips tighter, digging his fingers in his flesh hard enough to bruise. He speeds up his thrusts and the sound of their skin slapping fills the room.
“Aah-ah fuck, please Adam-”
“Please-” Thrust. “-What?”
“Please touch me.” Nigel sounds utterly unraveled.
Adam fucks into him faster. “What do you mean, baby? I am touching you. I’m fucking so deep inside your cunt. You don’t need anything else, okay?”
Nigel groans and brings a hand to his clothed cock, stroking it through the thin fabric.
“Don’t touch your clit.” Adam practically growls. He grabs his arm and twists it behind his back, pinning his wrist down. He grabs his other arm and gives it the same treatment. He can’t trust him to not touch himself. He adds handcuffs and ropes to his mental list of things to buy.
“You’re only going to come from my cock or not at all.”
Adam pulls out and flips Nigel so that he lays on his back. He goes willingly, falling like a limp sex doll.
“I want to look at your pretty face when I make you come.”
He trails his fingers over the delicate orange stockings, from his feet to his thighs. He observes Nigel’s debauched state and smirks. His body is covered in a layer of sweat, making his skin shine. His golden hair is sticking to his forehead and his face is coated in his own drool. His eyes are hazy, like his brain is moments away from breaking. His thick cock strains against the embroidered daylilies, wetting the fabric with his precum. The back of his thighs are covered in red marks from rubbing against the metallic zipper of Adam’s pants.
Adam puts one of Nigel’s legs over his shoulder and fucks back into him in one swift motion.
Nigel opens his mouth, choking out a deep moan. Adam takes his other leg to put it over his other shoulder and bends forward, forcing Nigel’s thighs to touch his abdomen. His hands roam his body before settling on his chest. The bralette defines his pecs beautifully. Adam pinches his nipple through the fabric, making Nigel yelp.
“You really look wonderful in this, Ni.” He gropes his chest and fucks into him harder, hitting his prostate with each shove. “Next time, I’ll come all over your big tits. You’ll let me, won’t you?”
Nigel’s lashes flutter and he nods eagerly. Adam bends down further to kiss him. He takes his bottom lip into his mouth and bites it gently, not enough to hurt.
Adam stills, halfway out of Nigel, and grips his own cock at the base to stop his building orgasm. He wants Nigel to come on his cock. He waits a moment before removing his hand, fucking back into his boyfriend.
“C’mon princess, I need you to come while I’m inside your pussy.”
Nigel throws his head back and Adam can feel his thighs tense. He’s close, they both are.
Nigel’s hole throbs and tightens around Adam’s cock as his orgasm shakes through him. Adam sees cum flood out of the flower petals, decorating Nigel’s panties.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.”
The onslaught of beautiful moans coming out of his red lips pushes Adam over the edge. He comes, painting Nigel’s inside with his seed.
Adam’s t-shirt is drenched in sweat, sticking to his skin. He pants and pulls out slowly, watching some of his cum leak out of Nigel.
He lays on his side, next to his boyfriend, and he observes his chest rise and fall. He cups his cheek to turn his face towards him, bringing him into a soft kiss.
“Did you like it?” Adam asks, uncertainty in his voice. Now that the fog of arousal dissipated, Adam worries that perhaps he was too rough. There are multiple things he should have asked Nigel beforehand if he’d enjoy them. He fidgets with the strap of Nigel’s bralette, worried he went too far.
Nigel laughs and turns to lay on his side, facing Adam. His voice is strained. “ Did I like it? Adam. I didn’t know you had this in you. It was fucking hot.” He grins before kissing him.
Adam is beaming. He’s so happy to have fulfilled them both. They both indulged in something they’ve always wanted to try, and it went perfectly.
It’s Nigel’s turn to be uncertain. His smile falls and he looks down at his own body. “Did you really mean everything you said?” He takes one of Adam’s hands and intertwines their fingers.
Adam smirks. “When do I not mean what I say?”
Nigel chuckles. “Fair.”
“I meant it all. You’re so beautiful in lingerie, Nigel.” He tucks one of his hair strands behind his ear. “You would look amazing in other colors too, I’m sure.”
Nigel laughs. “Is this your way of saying you want to buy me more sets?”
“Oh, yes. And toys, and all types of accessories too. If -if you’d like, of course.”
Nigel smiles. “I’d love that.” He yawns. “But let’s talk about it later, you’ve exhausted me.” He turns to lay on his other side, his back to Adam. “Could you be the big spoon tonight?”
Adam can’t stop smiling, his cheeks are going to be sore. “I can be the big spoon anytime you want.” He shifts closer and puts an arm around Nigel’s waist, holding him close. He whispers in his ear. “We can nap a little, but we’ll have to take a shower. I feel really sticky.”
Nigel chuckles, voice heavy with sleep. “Mm. Wake me up a bit later then.”
Adam kisses the back of his neck. “Ok, princess.”
Nigel takes Adam’s hand that was resting on his stomach and squeezes it. “I like when you call me that. Even right now. Is that weird?”
“If it’s weird, then I’m weird. Because I love it too.”
“Good.”
Adam holds him tighter, nuzzling in his hair.
If this is a dream, don’t wake him up.