Fic: Shut Up and Kiss Me
Title: Shut Up and Kiss Me
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 950
Summary: Adam has a hard time shutting up, so Tommy gives him a hand.
Notes: Written for my kink bingo square "gags" and speed-betaed by janescott
“Slower.”
“More lube.”
“Add another finger.”
“There, no, to the right, almost...”
Tommy huffed and pushed his hair back off his forehead, his fingers stilling inside Adam. “Are you ever going to shut up and let me do this? I can't concentrate with you throwing directions at me.”
“Sorry, sorry, I'll shut up.” Adam made a motion like he was zipping his lips shut, and Tommy noted the slight rasp to his voice with pride. He pushes his fingers back in deep, two fingers twisting inside and hooking to send Adam's hips arching up off the bed. Tommy rewarded Adam's silence with more lube, another finger teasing around the rim and just beginning to push inside.
“Another one, come on Tommy. Push them deeper.” Tommy's fingers stilled again, the third just trailing softly around the stretched rim of Adam's hole.
“You suck at keeping quiet.” Tommy started to move his fingers slowly, slow enough that Adam's breath went soft and his hips canted after Tommy's hand on every stroke.
“Tommy, please, just keep going on I'll shut up, I promise.” Adam was panting lightly, and Tommy pulled one finger out, leaving Adam with only one, not nearly enough.
“I don't believe you.” Tommy caught Adam's eye and smirked, leaning in to kiss him lightly. “I'm going to do something about that.” He climbed off the bed and started rifling through bags until he came back with a scarf, dangling it triumphantly in front of him. Adam's eyes widened a little, but Tommy could see by the little smile on his face that Adam was all for it.
The scarf was soft and black, the contrast sharp against Adam's skin as Tommy pushed some of it into Adam's mouth, tying the ends behind Adam's head. He made sure Adam could breathe and then he noticed Adam's hand, fingers skittering over the bedspread. That wouldn't do either, and Tommy went digging again, coming up with a silver silk tie. He tied it around Adam's wrists, loose enough not to hurt but tight enough to make a point, and positioned Adam's hands above his head. He sat back and grinned at his work, brushing his hands together exaggeratedly.
“Perfect.” He bent down to kiss Adam through the scarf, and Adam murmured behind the fabric, but didn't try to speak. Tommy rewarded him by sliding his fingers back into Adam's ass, deep and fast, Adam's hips rocking down on every thrust. The near-silence in the room was actually kind of eerie, now that Tommy had achieved it, the only sounds Adam's muffled breathing and the slick-wet slide of Tommy's fingers in Adam's hole. Tommy pushed in a third finger and then a fourth, eyes flicking from Adam's face to his stretched hole and back again. The sounds coming out of Adam were somehow even hotter muffled, the edges softened until it sounded like one like sound, shifting from sigh to gasp to moan and back again with every twist and pull and crook of Tommy's fingers.
When Adam's hips were rocking involuntarily and his fingers were clenched tight above his head, Tommy pulled his fingers out, wiping the mess off on the bed before tearing open a condom. He could hear Adam's whine of protest when his fingers pulled out, but even through the gag Tommy could tell that the sound that Adam made when he slid deep into him was close to relief. Tommy fucked into Adam hard and fast; he'd been so close to gone from the moment he tied the gag around Adam's mouth and tied his hands together. He could hear Adam trying to talk, muttering syllables that were almost words, the consonants getting lost against the folds of fabric rubbing against his tongue. When Tommy felt the telltale burn in his belly, felt the tingling that started at his feet he reached up and yanked until the scarf fell out of Adam's mouth, unleashing all the words that Adam had been holding back.
“Oh God, Tommy, fuck.”
“Deeper.”
“Fuck me, oh God harder Tommy, harder.”
“So good, so fucking good, perfect, oh fuck, Tommy!”
Adam's back arched like a bow under Tommy when he came, the lines of his body thrown into sharp relief. The muscles in his lean arms corded, held over his head by nothing more than a piece of silk and willpower, his ribs stood out lightly against his skin, his long legs wrapped tight around Tommy's waist, holding him deep inside. Tommy followed over the edge moments later, the sight of Adam all stretched out underneath him and the feeling of him hot and tight around him too much. He fell forward onto Adam's chest, kissing him messy and lazy, little more than them panting against each others mouths while their pulses slow. When he could move again, Tommy rolled to the side so he could untie Adam's hands, rubbing over the palms and wrists with his thumbs, coaxing the circulation back.
He smiled down at Adam, a satisfied look on his face. “See how good it can be when you shut up and just let me...work?”
Adam opened his mouth to answer, but thought better of it. Instead, he wrapped his newly freed hand in Tommy's hair and pulled him down for a kiss, soft and deep and slow. When he pulled back, his eyes were glinting and a smirk was pulling up the corner of his mouth. “Very good. But I'll probably always need help shutting up.”
Tommy grinned, a little lopsided and a lot happy. “I think I can handle that.”
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 950
Summary: Adam has a hard time shutting up, so Tommy gives him a hand.
Notes: Written for my kink bingo square "gags" and speed-betaed by janescott
“Slower.”
“More lube.”
“Add another finger.”
“There, no, to the right, almost...”
Tommy huffed and pushed his hair back off his forehead, his fingers stilling inside Adam. “Are you ever going to shut up and let me do this? I can't concentrate with you throwing directions at me.”
“Sorry, sorry, I'll shut up.” Adam made a motion like he was zipping his lips shut, and Tommy noted the slight rasp to his voice with pride. He pushes his fingers back in deep, two fingers twisting inside and hooking to send Adam's hips arching up off the bed. Tommy rewarded Adam's silence with more lube, another finger teasing around the rim and just beginning to push inside.
“Another one, come on Tommy. Push them deeper.” Tommy's fingers stilled again, the third just trailing softly around the stretched rim of Adam's hole.
“You suck at keeping quiet.” Tommy started to move his fingers slowly, slow enough that Adam's breath went soft and his hips canted after Tommy's hand on every stroke.
“Tommy, please, just keep going on I'll shut up, I promise.” Adam was panting lightly, and Tommy pulled one finger out, leaving Adam with only one, not nearly enough.
“I don't believe you.” Tommy caught Adam's eye and smirked, leaning in to kiss him lightly. “I'm going to do something about that.” He climbed off the bed and started rifling through bags until he came back with a scarf, dangling it triumphantly in front of him. Adam's eyes widened a little, but Tommy could see by the little smile on his face that Adam was all for it.
The scarf was soft and black, the contrast sharp against Adam's skin as Tommy pushed some of it into Adam's mouth, tying the ends behind Adam's head. He made sure Adam could breathe and then he noticed Adam's hand, fingers skittering over the bedspread. That wouldn't do either, and Tommy went digging again, coming up with a silver silk tie. He tied it around Adam's wrists, loose enough not to hurt but tight enough to make a point, and positioned Adam's hands above his head. He sat back and grinned at his work, brushing his hands together exaggeratedly.
“Perfect.” He bent down to kiss Adam through the scarf, and Adam murmured behind the fabric, but didn't try to speak. Tommy rewarded him by sliding his fingers back into Adam's ass, deep and fast, Adam's hips rocking down on every thrust. The near-silence in the room was actually kind of eerie, now that Tommy had achieved it, the only sounds Adam's muffled breathing and the slick-wet slide of Tommy's fingers in Adam's hole. Tommy pushed in a third finger and then a fourth, eyes flicking from Adam's face to his stretched hole and back again. The sounds coming out of Adam were somehow even hotter muffled, the edges softened until it sounded like one like sound, shifting from sigh to gasp to moan and back again with every twist and pull and crook of Tommy's fingers.
When Adam's hips were rocking involuntarily and his fingers were clenched tight above his head, Tommy pulled his fingers out, wiping the mess off on the bed before tearing open a condom. He could hear Adam's whine of protest when his fingers pulled out, but even through the gag Tommy could tell that the sound that Adam made when he slid deep into him was close to relief. Tommy fucked into Adam hard and fast; he'd been so close to gone from the moment he tied the gag around Adam's mouth and tied his hands together. He could hear Adam trying to talk, muttering syllables that were almost words, the consonants getting lost against the folds of fabric rubbing against his tongue. When Tommy felt the telltale burn in his belly, felt the tingling that started at his feet he reached up and yanked until the scarf fell out of Adam's mouth, unleashing all the words that Adam had been holding back.
“Oh God, Tommy, fuck.”
“Deeper.”
“Fuck me, oh God harder Tommy, harder.”
“So good, so fucking good, perfect, oh fuck, Tommy!”
Adam's back arched like a bow under Tommy when he came, the lines of his body thrown into sharp relief. The muscles in his lean arms corded, held over his head by nothing more than a piece of silk and willpower, his ribs stood out lightly against his skin, his long legs wrapped tight around Tommy's waist, holding him deep inside. Tommy followed over the edge moments later, the sight of Adam all stretched out underneath him and the feeling of him hot and tight around him too much. He fell forward onto Adam's chest, kissing him messy and lazy, little more than them panting against each others mouths while their pulses slow. When he could move again, Tommy rolled to the side so he could untie Adam's hands, rubbing over the palms and wrists with his thumbs, coaxing the circulation back.
He smiled down at Adam, a satisfied look on his face. “See how good it can be when you shut up and just let me...work?”
Adam opened his mouth to answer, but thought better of it. Instead, he wrapped his newly freed hand in Tommy's hair and pulled him down for a kiss, soft and deep and slow. When he pulled back, his eyes were glinting and a smirk was pulling up the corner of his mouth. “Very good. But I'll probably always need help shutting up.”
Tommy grinned, a little lopsided and a lot happy. “I think I can handle that.”