Fic: The Tie [8/66] Drabble
WHAM! The sound echoed loudly as the door rattled on its hinges from the impact of Adam’s foot.
“Shit…sorry…about your……..door.” Adam felt that if he stopped kissing Kris that he might pass out, like those lips were some sort of lifeline sending blood and oxygen throughout his body. Their lips were raw and beginning to chap but he didn’t care. He was practically carrying Kris, who seemed to have lost almost all voluntary movement and was just hanging onto Adam’s neck while being ravaged.
“Bed,” Adam rasped. Kris raised an arm weakly and motioned toward the east corner of the apartment. Adam attempted to half drag him but finally stooped down and picked him up, hands cupping his ass, Kris’ arms and legs loosely wrapped around Adam’s waist and neck. Adam staggered in the direction Kris had indicated, still invading his mouth repeatedly. His brain managed to register only one thought other than must...have...him...now.
Okay, I’m in a man’s apartment…I’m…but it’s okay because it’s Kris, and Kris wouldn’t hurt me…he won’t… and that was the last that Adam’s brain had to say on the matter because he had finally found the bedroom.
Kris had a small twin bed that stuck out into the middle of the room from the wall. They fell across it width wise, Kris’ head half way off the side of the bed. Mouth finally free of Adam’s tongue, Kris began to beg, “hurry, please…Adam, hurry…I can’t…” He was already rutting into the air like a dog in heat. Adam scrabbled madly at Kris’ pants until they were off and then tried to find the clasps on his own. For once his cleverness betrayed him…fucking pants!…and he had to let go of Kris, stand up and strip them off. Adam actually brought his hands to his mouth in awe as he saw Kris bend his knees, dig his feet into the mattress and let his legs fall open slightly to expose his hole. Kris’ cock was dripping all over his stomach and Adam licked his lips looking at it. No, not quite ready for that yet.
“Fucking…get…back…here!” Kris yelled and gasped.
Adam whipped out a condom and some lube from his discarded pants, sheathed himself and pounced on Kris, animal instincts taking over completely. Too much lube had poured out in his haste and he slid into Kris so fast that he pushed him halfway over the side of the bed. Kris shouted and stopped the momentum with his hands, which landed above his head on the floor. His ass was on the bed, still full of Adam’s dick, and his back was arched sharply back. “Don’t stop,” he said in a muffled voice as the blood rushed into his head, “take me like this. Do it, Adam.”
It’s too much beauty… too fucking much…oh my god…
Even Adam’s legendary stamina would be no match for that kind of raw abandon. He spread his knees as far as he could to lower himself almost flat to the bed, wrapped his arms around Kris’ bent legs and plunged once, twice… Kris seemed to forget his position and brought one hand up to wrench at his aching cock… “Fuck!” cried Adam. “Shit!” Kris yelled and they toppled over the edge and onto the floor, Kris’ cum splattering them both, and landed in a tangled heap of limbs.
Chapter 9