Fic: Maple Syrup
Word Count: I have no idea. I never do, do I?
Summary: Maple syrup. Enough said.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
Rating: NC-17, most definitely. A GOOD smut fic from me. Wow. Applaud me. This is the first time this has happened.
Warnings: Smut. That's basically it.
Notes: I COULDN'T RESIST. (Referring to the end line.)
Thanks to kradamgasm for helping me write this. Unintentionally. Love ya, big sis!
Adam laughed as Kris smeared the syrup on his chest. He didn't exactly know how they had got into the bathtub, smearing and throwing maple syrup at each other, but it was fun, so who cared?
Adam nipped at Kris' finger when it got too close to his mouth, and somehow ended up sucking it into his mouth and the maple syrup off it. Kris' eyes darkened with desire. He let out a small moan and quickly crushed his lips to Adams, rubbing his rapidly growing erection into his lover's thigh. Adam groaned, grabbing Kris' hips and pulling him closer, erection to erection.
"Oh God, Adam," Kris moaned, reaching down and palming Adam's cock through his boxers.
"Mmm," Adam said.
Kris looked at something just over Adam's shoulder and grinned wickedly, grabbing the bottle of maple syrup and drizzling it on Adam's stomach, licking it off, earning a moan from his boyfriend.
"I want to ride you," Kris whispered in Adam's ear. Adam got impossibly harder from hearing his lover say that. He wasn't usually so blunt.
"I'll gladly let you," Adam groaned back. Kris smiled and got up, grabbing the lube they kept under the sink. He had always thought it would come in handy.
Kris sat on the other side of the tub, threw his boxers somewhere out the door of the bathroom and spread his legs, prepping himself right in front of his lover, teasing him. When he was ready, Kris ripped Adam's boxers off, threw them in the same direction he did with his own, and impaled himself on his lover's cock, his head tipping back, exposing his throat. Adam moaned low, too lost in the insane pleasure of his boyfriend riding him.
"So tight," he grunted as Kris picked up pace. He angled himself differently, so that every time he ground down, Adam's dick was poking at his prostate. Adam grabbed his lover's cock, stroking in the same rhythm as Kris was riding him. It only took three more strokes for Kris to come undone, spilling onto Adam's hand and stomach. This was all it took for Adam to come, and they were both done. Kris collapsed beside Adam in the tub, sighing contentedly.
Adam giggled quietly, "I can't believe we just had sex in the bathtub."
Summary: Maple syrup. Enough said.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
Rating: NC-17, most definitely. A GOOD smut fic from me. Wow. Applaud me. This is the first time this has happened.
Warnings: Smut. That's basically it.
Notes: I COULDN'T RESIST. (Referring to the end line.)
Thanks to kradamgasm for helping me write this. Unintentionally. Love ya, big sis!
Adam laughed as Kris smeared the syrup on his chest. He didn't exactly know how they had got into the bathtub, smearing and throwing maple syrup at each other, but it was fun, so who cared?
Adam nipped at Kris' finger when it got too close to his mouth, and somehow ended up sucking it into his mouth and the maple syrup off it. Kris' eyes darkened with desire. He let out a small moan and quickly crushed his lips to Adams, rubbing his rapidly growing erection into his lover's thigh. Adam groaned, grabbing Kris' hips and pulling him closer, erection to erection.
"Oh God, Adam," Kris moaned, reaching down and palming Adam's cock through his boxers.
"Mmm," Adam said.
Kris looked at something just over Adam's shoulder and grinned wickedly, grabbing the bottle of maple syrup and drizzling it on Adam's stomach, licking it off, earning a moan from his boyfriend.
"I want to ride you," Kris whispered in Adam's ear. Adam got impossibly harder from hearing his lover say that. He wasn't usually so blunt.
"I'll gladly let you," Adam groaned back. Kris smiled and got up, grabbing the lube they kept under the sink. He had always thought it would come in handy.
Kris sat on the other side of the tub, threw his boxers somewhere out the door of the bathroom and spread his legs, prepping himself right in front of his lover, teasing him. When he was ready, Kris ripped Adam's boxers off, threw them in the same direction he did with his own, and impaled himself on his lover's cock, his head tipping back, exposing his throat. Adam moaned low, too lost in the insane pleasure of his boyfriend riding him.
"So tight," he grunted as Kris picked up pace. He angled himself differently, so that every time he ground down, Adam's dick was poking at his prostate. Adam grabbed his lover's cock, stroking in the same rhythm as Kris was riding him. It only took three more strokes for Kris to come undone, spilling onto Adam's hand and stomach. This was all it took for Adam to come, and they were both done. Kris collapsed beside Adam in the tub, sighing contentedly.
Adam giggled quietly, "I can't believe we just had sex in the bathtub."