Fic: Morning Sex
Title: Morning Sex
Author: Krissypoo21
Pairing: Kris & Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2100
Disclaimer: Fiction means not real.
Author notes: Just a little Porn Without Plot for your reading pleasure while you wait for Big Bangs to start posting. All mistakes my own, not really beta'd, except that the lovely catalm read it for fun and said she ~enjoyed it very much :D
Summary Waking up in the morning can be fun.
Kris’s senses began to awaken as his brain registered the surroundings. Click, click, click of air conditioner vents. Aroma of coffee brewing in the automatic pot. Faint rays of sleepy sun slipping between blinds and spraying warm illumination upon the bed.
Their bed.
Kris smiled in his half-sleep and wrapped himself a little tighter around the man practically under him. The man with the sky-blue eyes sighed gently as Kris slid a bare leg against his smooth thigh. Kris felt a gratifying awakening between those thighs. Adam pulled Kris the rest of the way on top and gave his ass cheeks a firm squeeze.
Kris hoped waking up like this would never get old to him. Right now, it was still new and full of wonder. Every smile, every sweet word, every soft touch led straight to sex with hardly a detour.
Especially in the morning. With the late nights of a musician, they rarely scheduled anything before noon. It was a perk.
Kris pressed his body full against Adam and paused face-to-face, absorbing every freckle, each eyelash, memorizing the full lips before claiming them with a deep, knowledge-filled kiss.
Then Kris played a little game in his head, a game he called, “Mine!”
This mouth. Mine!
This tasty tongue. Mine!
These sensitive ears. Definitely mine!
Kris spent some extra time there, nibbling an earlobe, exhaling warm breath inside, flicking his tongue at the opening until Adam was moaning and squeezing Kris’s ass tight enough to bruise. Kris didn’t mind. Every bruise felt like a hard-won trophy. He had gone after what he wanted, pure and simple. Any scandal was his to own. Mine, he thought once again, more pensively. Adam had tried to resist, but to no avail. Kris was persistent.
It was his best quality. Besides his fucking-perfect ass.
“Your ass is fucking perfect,” Adam murmured a moment after that thought.
Kris chuckled without explanation, then responded. “You are fucking perfect, Adam. Every damn inch of you. Some inches are beyond perfect.”
For emphasis, Kris rubbed his body against those most favorite inches.
He didn’t give Adam’s dick any more attention, though. Not just yet. He wanted to take his time, adore that body. Despite a few months together, there were still some places he hadn’t yet thoroughly explored.
Kris nuzzled into Adam’s throat, tonguing at the indentation. He owed the life he had now to that throat. Adam’s voice was the whole reason they had met. What would have happened if Adam had gone into fashion design and Kris had finished a business degree? He pondered the thought for a moment, then chided himself. They would have met - somehow - because it was destiny. They were made for each other.
Adam moaned and Kris felt the vibration in his lips. Kris loved the sounds that Adam made when they had sex, and also the sounds he couldn’t make, like intelligible words. They had some of the best, most stimulating conversations at other times. That was one of the things Kris liked most about Adam, the way they could talk about anything.
Conversation stopped when they fucked, though. Much too hot for the intricacies of conversation. Although he’d certainly heard every curse word ever invented, and some that were made up on the spot.
It was a game for Kris to see what kinds of new sounds he could pull from Adam. He kissed his way across Adam’s strong shoulder while his hands stroked Adam’s sides, firmly so as not to tickle. Kris had liked Adam’s shoulders and arms back before he’d really started working out, sleek but not muscular. Adam used to tuck him up against himself with those arms and it felt perfect.
Before they became lovers, Adam started working on his body, getting it in tip-top shape for touring and dancing. Kris had been disappointed at first to find his arms more muscular. He enjoyed Adam soft in some places and hard in others.
The disappointment left quickly, the instant Adam threw him over one shoulder and tossed him into bed after a “game” of hide-and-seek. Then Kris decided those arms were just right. It made him blush sometimes, how much he liked being manhandled.
Kris elicited a chuckle from Adam when he began kissing his armpit, enjoying Adam’s morning scent, just a hint of sweat since his shower last night. Kris moved away before causing any full-out laughter. Not the mood he wanted to set.
He spent some long minutes lavishing attention on a nipple then, pulling it into his mouth and sucking lightly. Adam arched up with a moan and twisted his fingers into Kris’s hair as he worked.
Kris moved to appreciate Adam’s chest, leaning back to admire him, tracing the outline of his muscles with his fingers and using a thumb to smooth the soft hair. Kris liked that Adam had hair where he was bare and had been horrified when Adam offered to remove it. He moved down to plant light kisses on the chest below him before offering Adam’s other nipple some attention, too.
Adam murmured, “I love it when you take your time on me, baby.”
“You’re worth every second of attention, babe,” Kris whispered back.
Adam’s lower body would enjoy his ministrations next. At least, Kris hadn’t heard any complaints yet.
Kris pressed a hand lower, stroking Adam’s stomach, stretching his fingers to brush lightly across the head of Adam’s dick, standing hard against his stomach. Adam’s whole body gave a shiver of anticipation and sounds like the purr of a kitten escaped from his lips.
Kris smiled at the reaction because he wasn’t ready to go there quite yet. A few more acts before the main attraction.
To emphasize that Adam would need some patience, Kris gave him a quick kiss on the lips before climbing out of bed to approach from the end, wanting to give Adam’s legs some attention. He began to rub the balls of Adam’s feet with his thumbs as he savored the sight of Adam’s long, lean legs open in front of him. Kris adored Adam’s legs, especially when they were wrapped around Kris’s waist while he was fucking Adam with the strongest thrusts he could muster.
He chuckled a bit at the thought. He was not ignorant of the things that went around in fandom, including the canon belief that Adam was a very toppy top.
If they only knew.
Hopefully, that much detail would never get out. Still, he enjoyed the thought of the fans’ shock at discovering that, though they had a flexible relationship, their preferred arrangement was Kris on top.
Not that he didn’t love Adam fucking him. Sometimes they play-fought over the privilege.
But Kris understood what this meant to Adam.
Adam had confessed, early on in their relationship, after they had embarking on an excursion to try everything, that he’d always wanted someone to take care of him. He relished the opportunity to give up control and have a man take him. Sweet and gentle or rough and tumble, Adam loved it all.
Kris was more than happy to oblige.
Kneeling on the floor now, Kris began at Adam’s right foot, planting feather-light kisses from his heel to his toes before climbing upward, along the calf with his tongue. Then he was back on the bed to explore the inside of Adam’s thigh, hands gripping his legs and tugging them wider and wider apart as he traveled.
When he had reached his desired destination, Kris took a moment to lick at Adam’s balls, tongue flicking out lightly, lips pressing gentle kisses up Adam’s hard cock. He paused for only a second to tongue at the slit and taste the precome forming there before climbing back off the bed to start all over again with Adam’s left foot.
Adam groaned in desire and frustration. “God, Kris. Damn, you fucking tease! Fuck me already.”
Kris only smiled against Adam’s calf before tasting the surprisingly sensitive skin at the back of Adam’s knee, lapping leisurely. Adam loved this, no matter what words came out of his mouth to the contrary.
But Adam didn’t have his usual store of patience this morning, apparently. While Kris’s attention was on Adam’s left leg, Adam used his right leg to hurry Kris along, managing to wrap it around Kris and maneuver his big toe between Kris’s ass cheeks.
Kris jumped. Damn.
“Well, then,” Kris said. “So much for tenderness.”
“Can’t help it, baby,” Adam moaned. “Want you. Give it to me.”
God, Adam made him hot. Patience wasn’t easy when such strength and beauty were stretched out beneath you. It was time to speed things up.
Kris climbed on top of Adam, body stretched out fully, and claimed his mouth, hard and deep. Adam grabbed onto him, nails digging into his sides, marking him.
“Owwww. Shit.” Kris grabbed Adam’s wayward hands, pinning them above his head and scolding Adam with his eyes. “Behave yourself now,” Kris said, willing the grin off his face.”Gonna make you scream.”
“Nggh. Fuck.” Adam dropped his head back on the pillow, eyes closed. “Bang me. Now.”
Kris reached for the lube on the nightstand in the handy pump bottle. It was half-empty already. Kris made a mental note to find a bigger size next time as he coated his fingers and plunged a couple of them inside Adam’s tender asshole without warning. Adam cried out and arched his back. “Damn, Kris.”
“Damn right.” Kris said, snickering. Adam wouldn’t forget this one.
Kris fucked Adam with his long fingers, moving them in and out from fingertips to knuckles, giving a little twist when he was all the way inside, hitting Adam’s sensitive prostate over and over. Kris watched as he worked, watched as his fingers were swallowed up inside Adam, as Adam writhed and clenched and moaned. Kris sat between Adam’s legs, Adam’s knees flat against the bed and everything opened completely to his view, and continued his observation.
Adam was beautiful, from those sky-blue eyes and freckled lips to his rounded ass-cheeks and his hard dick leaking come. Kris leaned down to take a lick, up his length to the moist head, then sucked him down while still working his fingers in and out.
Adam exhaled loudly and grabbed on to Kris’s hair, groaning and fucking into Kris’s mouth. Adam used to be too much for Kris, but not anymore. He felt the slide of every inch against his tongue as Adam moved. Kris felt the pulses begin, then warm come sprayed against his throat.
He took it all, still working Adam’s ass with his fingers and keeping him open and prepared for the final scene of this dance.
When Adam had fully spilled himself, it was Kris’s turn. Kris lifted Adam’s legs where they had become wrapped around him in this seated position and pressed them out and upward. He moved between them and lined himself up. “You want it, baby, don’t you?” Kris crooned. “You want my hard dick in your ass?”
Adam grabbed his own knees and tugged them even further out for emphasis. “Nothin’ better, baby. Nothin’ better that you fuckin’ me with that sweet dick. Pound me hard, I want it hard, baby.”
It was funny how Adam always seemed to want exactly what Kris wanted. Kris wasn’t slow about it. It was a little bit of torture to him as well, taking all this time. But it produced the best orgasms ever. Kris found he was rather addicted to Adam-gasms.
Kris plunged deep and rode Adam hard, moving to a pounding rhythm in his brain, singing Enrique Iglesias’s filthy song, Tonight to himself as he thrust and thrust into Adam. I wish I knew an equally filthy song about morning sex, Kris thought as he increased his speed. He changed the words and sang it out loud, “Today I’m fucking you,” and was rewarded with a tight squeeze from Adam, clenching his ass to help Kris feel every inch of the thrust.
Kris was on the edge now. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he felt the familiar and yet new-every-time orgasm, warm tingles and hot spasms gripping his body as he came and came inside Adam.
Adam continued his clenching and releasing, squeezing him, making it even tighter. The pleasure washed over Kris and he was momentarily absent from his body, floating on the high that was better than any weed he’d ever smoked, the high of this man and the things they did together with their bodies. It was magic. It was mystery. It was heaven.
Kris came to himself finally, body stretched out on top of Adam’s as Adam kissed his forehead and stroked gentle fingers through his hair. The sun was brighter through the slats of the blinds and the coffee scent was strong now.
“Good morning,” Adam said, the simple words full of meaning.
Author: Krissypoo21
Pairing: Kris & Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2100
Disclaimer: Fiction means not real.
Author notes: Just a little Porn Without Plot for your reading pleasure while you wait for Big Bangs to start posting. All mistakes my own, not really beta'd, except that the lovely catalm read it for fun and said she ~enjoyed it very much :D
Summary Waking up in the morning can be fun.
Kris’s senses began to awaken as his brain registered the surroundings. Click, click, click of air conditioner vents. Aroma of coffee brewing in the automatic pot. Faint rays of sleepy sun slipping between blinds and spraying warm illumination upon the bed.
Their bed.
Kris smiled in his half-sleep and wrapped himself a little tighter around the man practically under him. The man with the sky-blue eyes sighed gently as Kris slid a bare leg against his smooth thigh. Kris felt a gratifying awakening between those thighs. Adam pulled Kris the rest of the way on top and gave his ass cheeks a firm squeeze.
Kris hoped waking up like this would never get old to him. Right now, it was still new and full of wonder. Every smile, every sweet word, every soft touch led straight to sex with hardly a detour.
Especially in the morning. With the late nights of a musician, they rarely scheduled anything before noon. It was a perk.
Kris pressed his body full against Adam and paused face-to-face, absorbing every freckle, each eyelash, memorizing the full lips before claiming them with a deep, knowledge-filled kiss.
Then Kris played a little game in his head, a game he called, “Mine!”
This mouth. Mine!
This tasty tongue. Mine!
These sensitive ears. Definitely mine!
Kris spent some extra time there, nibbling an earlobe, exhaling warm breath inside, flicking his tongue at the opening until Adam was moaning and squeezing Kris’s ass tight enough to bruise. Kris didn’t mind. Every bruise felt like a hard-won trophy. He had gone after what he wanted, pure and simple. Any scandal was his to own. Mine, he thought once again, more pensively. Adam had tried to resist, but to no avail. Kris was persistent.
It was his best quality. Besides his fucking-perfect ass.
“Your ass is fucking perfect,” Adam murmured a moment after that thought.
Kris chuckled without explanation, then responded. “You are fucking perfect, Adam. Every damn inch of you. Some inches are beyond perfect.”
For emphasis, Kris rubbed his body against those most favorite inches.
He didn’t give Adam’s dick any more attention, though. Not just yet. He wanted to take his time, adore that body. Despite a few months together, there were still some places he hadn’t yet thoroughly explored.
Kris nuzzled into Adam’s throat, tonguing at the indentation. He owed the life he had now to that throat. Adam’s voice was the whole reason they had met. What would have happened if Adam had gone into fashion design and Kris had finished a business degree? He pondered the thought for a moment, then chided himself. They would have met - somehow - because it was destiny. They were made for each other.
Adam moaned and Kris felt the vibration in his lips. Kris loved the sounds that Adam made when they had sex, and also the sounds he couldn’t make, like intelligible words. They had some of the best, most stimulating conversations at other times. That was one of the things Kris liked most about Adam, the way they could talk about anything.
Conversation stopped when they fucked, though. Much too hot for the intricacies of conversation. Although he’d certainly heard every curse word ever invented, and some that were made up on the spot.
It was a game for Kris to see what kinds of new sounds he could pull from Adam. He kissed his way across Adam’s strong shoulder while his hands stroked Adam’s sides, firmly so as not to tickle. Kris had liked Adam’s shoulders and arms back before he’d really started working out, sleek but not muscular. Adam used to tuck him up against himself with those arms and it felt perfect.
Before they became lovers, Adam started working on his body, getting it in tip-top shape for touring and dancing. Kris had been disappointed at first to find his arms more muscular. He enjoyed Adam soft in some places and hard in others.
The disappointment left quickly, the instant Adam threw him over one shoulder and tossed him into bed after a “game” of hide-and-seek. Then Kris decided those arms were just right. It made him blush sometimes, how much he liked being manhandled.
Kris elicited a chuckle from Adam when he began kissing his armpit, enjoying Adam’s morning scent, just a hint of sweat since his shower last night. Kris moved away before causing any full-out laughter. Not the mood he wanted to set.
He spent some long minutes lavishing attention on a nipple then, pulling it into his mouth and sucking lightly. Adam arched up with a moan and twisted his fingers into Kris’s hair as he worked.
Kris moved to appreciate Adam’s chest, leaning back to admire him, tracing the outline of his muscles with his fingers and using a thumb to smooth the soft hair. Kris liked that Adam had hair where he was bare and had been horrified when Adam offered to remove it. He moved down to plant light kisses on the chest below him before offering Adam’s other nipple some attention, too.
Adam murmured, “I love it when you take your time on me, baby.”
“You’re worth every second of attention, babe,” Kris whispered back.
Adam’s lower body would enjoy his ministrations next. At least, Kris hadn’t heard any complaints yet.
Kris pressed a hand lower, stroking Adam’s stomach, stretching his fingers to brush lightly across the head of Adam’s dick, standing hard against his stomach. Adam’s whole body gave a shiver of anticipation and sounds like the purr of a kitten escaped from his lips.
Kris smiled at the reaction because he wasn’t ready to go there quite yet. A few more acts before the main attraction.
To emphasize that Adam would need some patience, Kris gave him a quick kiss on the lips before climbing out of bed to approach from the end, wanting to give Adam’s legs some attention. He began to rub the balls of Adam’s feet with his thumbs as he savored the sight of Adam’s long, lean legs open in front of him. Kris adored Adam’s legs, especially when they were wrapped around Kris’s waist while he was fucking Adam with the strongest thrusts he could muster.
He chuckled a bit at the thought. He was not ignorant of the things that went around in fandom, including the canon belief that Adam was a very toppy top.
If they only knew.
Hopefully, that much detail would never get out. Still, he enjoyed the thought of the fans’ shock at discovering that, though they had a flexible relationship, their preferred arrangement was Kris on top.
Not that he didn’t love Adam fucking him. Sometimes they play-fought over the privilege.
But Kris understood what this meant to Adam.
Adam had confessed, early on in their relationship, after they had embarking on an excursion to try everything, that he’d always wanted someone to take care of him. He relished the opportunity to give up control and have a man take him. Sweet and gentle or rough and tumble, Adam loved it all.
Kris was more than happy to oblige.
Kneeling on the floor now, Kris began at Adam’s right foot, planting feather-light kisses from his heel to his toes before climbing upward, along the calf with his tongue. Then he was back on the bed to explore the inside of Adam’s thigh, hands gripping his legs and tugging them wider and wider apart as he traveled.
When he had reached his desired destination, Kris took a moment to lick at Adam’s balls, tongue flicking out lightly, lips pressing gentle kisses up Adam’s hard cock. He paused for only a second to tongue at the slit and taste the precome forming there before climbing back off the bed to start all over again with Adam’s left foot.
Adam groaned in desire and frustration. “God, Kris. Damn, you fucking tease! Fuck me already.”
Kris only smiled against Adam’s calf before tasting the surprisingly sensitive skin at the back of Adam’s knee, lapping leisurely. Adam loved this, no matter what words came out of his mouth to the contrary.
But Adam didn’t have his usual store of patience this morning, apparently. While Kris’s attention was on Adam’s left leg, Adam used his right leg to hurry Kris along, managing to wrap it around Kris and maneuver his big toe between Kris’s ass cheeks.
Kris jumped. Damn.
“Well, then,” Kris said. “So much for tenderness.”
“Can’t help it, baby,” Adam moaned. “Want you. Give it to me.”
God, Adam made him hot. Patience wasn’t easy when such strength and beauty were stretched out beneath you. It was time to speed things up.
Kris climbed on top of Adam, body stretched out fully, and claimed his mouth, hard and deep. Adam grabbed onto him, nails digging into his sides, marking him.
“Owwww. Shit.” Kris grabbed Adam’s wayward hands, pinning them above his head and scolding Adam with his eyes. “Behave yourself now,” Kris said, willing the grin off his face.”Gonna make you scream.”
“Nggh. Fuck.” Adam dropped his head back on the pillow, eyes closed. “Bang me. Now.”
Kris reached for the lube on the nightstand in the handy pump bottle. It was half-empty already. Kris made a mental note to find a bigger size next time as he coated his fingers and plunged a couple of them inside Adam’s tender asshole without warning. Adam cried out and arched his back. “Damn, Kris.”
“Damn right.” Kris said, snickering. Adam wouldn’t forget this one.
Kris fucked Adam with his long fingers, moving them in and out from fingertips to knuckles, giving a little twist when he was all the way inside, hitting Adam’s sensitive prostate over and over. Kris watched as he worked, watched as his fingers were swallowed up inside Adam, as Adam writhed and clenched and moaned. Kris sat between Adam’s legs, Adam’s knees flat against the bed and everything opened completely to his view, and continued his observation.
Adam was beautiful, from those sky-blue eyes and freckled lips to his rounded ass-cheeks and his hard dick leaking come. Kris leaned down to take a lick, up his length to the moist head, then sucked him down while still working his fingers in and out.
Adam exhaled loudly and grabbed on to Kris’s hair, groaning and fucking into Kris’s mouth. Adam used to be too much for Kris, but not anymore. He felt the slide of every inch against his tongue as Adam moved. Kris felt the pulses begin, then warm come sprayed against his throat.
He took it all, still working Adam’s ass with his fingers and keeping him open and prepared for the final scene of this dance.
When Adam had fully spilled himself, it was Kris’s turn. Kris lifted Adam’s legs where they had become wrapped around him in this seated position and pressed them out and upward. He moved between them and lined himself up. “You want it, baby, don’t you?” Kris crooned. “You want my hard dick in your ass?”
Adam grabbed his own knees and tugged them even further out for emphasis. “Nothin’ better, baby. Nothin’ better that you fuckin’ me with that sweet dick. Pound me hard, I want it hard, baby.”
It was funny how Adam always seemed to want exactly what Kris wanted. Kris wasn’t slow about it. It was a little bit of torture to him as well, taking all this time. But it produced the best orgasms ever. Kris found he was rather addicted to Adam-gasms.
Kris plunged deep and rode Adam hard, moving to a pounding rhythm in his brain, singing Enrique Iglesias’s filthy song, Tonight to himself as he thrust and thrust into Adam. I wish I knew an equally filthy song about morning sex, Kris thought as he increased his speed. He changed the words and sang it out loud, “Today I’m fucking you,” and was rewarded with a tight squeeze from Adam, clenching his ass to help Kris feel every inch of the thrust.
Kris was on the edge now. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he felt the familiar and yet new-every-time orgasm, warm tingles and hot spasms gripping his body as he came and came inside Adam.
Adam continued his clenching and releasing, squeezing him, making it even tighter. The pleasure washed over Kris and he was momentarily absent from his body, floating on the high that was better than any weed he’d ever smoked, the high of this man and the things they did together with their bodies. It was magic. It was mystery. It was heaven.
Kris came to himself finally, body stretched out on top of Adam’s as Adam kissed his forehead and stroked gentle fingers through his hair. The sun was brighter through the slats of the blinds and the coffee scent was strong now.
“Good morning,” Adam said, the simple words full of meaning.