FIC: All Things Nice (AI RPF, Adam/Kris, NC-17)
For shetiger, winner of my ontd_ai_gives auction for "One (1) sequel, outtake or timestamp to anything I've written to date." This is a prequel to Sugar and Spice, the very first Kris/Adam story I ever posted (which feels like it was ages ago, but was actually less than four months).
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
All Things Nice
American Idol RPF. 3350 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris. Contains: open relationship, foodsmut, rimming
"Mm-hm," said Adam into the phone while slowly licking the last of the strawberry ice cream off his spoon, an impressive demonstration of multi-tasking. "He's right here, do you want to talk to him?"
Kris held out his hand for the phone, but instead of handing it over Adam turned around and wandered away again, back to where the little tub of ice cream was softening on the counter. If he was still mid-conversation, Kris couldn't hear it anymore.
"Oh does he?" Adam was saying as he wandered back, though, raising an eyebrow in Kris's direction. Kris widened his eyes, gave Adam an innocent 'What? What'd I do?' expression, but Adam just smirked. "I'm going to have to keep that in mind."
"Keep what in mind?" said Kris, but Adam shushed him with a finger.
"All right, I'll let you go," he said. "And I'll make sure I tell him that, promise. Take care, Katy!" He slid the phone closed and slipped it into his back pocket. "Your wife sends her love."
"My wife has my number, she can tell me herself," said Kris, but then Adam leaned down and kissed him with ice-cream cold lips, and silenced any protests.
"I guess sometimes she likes to deliver her messages through me," said Adam. "Would you like the rest of it, too?"
"Does it involve taking my clothes off?"
"Well, no," admitted Adam, reaching around to give Kris's ass a squeeze, "but I do get to get a good grope in."
"You mean she gets to get a good grope in," said Kris, "by proxy."
"So we all win," said Adam. "You want some of this ice cream before it's gone? I know I shouldn’t be eating it, but it's strawberry so I'm pretending it's health food."
"What I want is to know just what she was telling you that was so interesting," said Kris, trailing after him as Adam headed back for the ice cream a third time. "And don't say you can't tell me."
Adam was silent as he held up a spoonful to Kris's mouth, and Kris didn't even try to resist as Adam slid the spoon past his lips, licking it clean while Adam watched.
"Interesting," murmured Adam, reaching out to run his thumb over Kris's lower lip, catching the last drop of cream.
"The fact that I eat is not interesting," said Kris, licking the spot where Adam's thumb had just been. "Now come on. You're not allowed to have secrets with my wife that I don't know."
"Actually," said Adam, "I'm pretty sure I am, especially when it's to the benefit of the group. More?"
Kris licked his lip again and opened his mouth without really thinking about it; Adam looked at it for a few moments, just long enough for Kris to start to blush, then popped the spoon in. Kris licked it clean once again.
"Now you're just getting creepy," said Kris, and while he was mostly joking, he was also just the tiniest bit uncertain.
Adam ran his thumb over Kris's lower lip again, though there was nothing to catch this time. "Okay, it's not the eating that's so fascinating," he admitted. "It's everything you put in your mouth."
"You know, if you want a blowjob, you just have to ask," said Kris, almost proud of the way it came out without so much as a hitch in his voice or a blush in his cheeks.
"Oh really," said Adam, letting his thumb rest against his lip for another moment before pulling it back again. "Is that a standing offer?"
"It always has been," said Kris quietly, though not always. Just since they started doing this. "And you're still dodging my question."
"I'm really not," said Adam, grabbing the last of the ice cream off the counter. "Come on, we're moving this into the bedroom."
"We're moving what into the bedroom?" said Kris. At least part of this conversation was going right over his head, and he was guessing it was the part that had been on the other end of the phone call, back home but still, and always, part of this moment.
"Any conversations about your mouth should take place where I can take advantage of it," said Adam, pushing the door open with his foot and leaving it that way, the hall light illuminating half the room.
"And the ice cream?"
"Well, I wouldn't want it to go to waste," said Adam, leaving it on the bedside table before reaching for Kris's shirt, making short work of the buttons. "I might be hungry afterwards. You might be hungry afterwards."
"Not if we do this right," said Kris, and grinned at him cheekily as he sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling his socks off. He didn't have to say anything about swallowing for Adam to get it. Adam ran a thumb over his lower lip again, and this time Kris's tongue darted out to lick at it. Here, he knew exactly what was going on, and exactly what he was doing.
Before he knew it Adam was undoing his pants, slipping his hand inside and giving Kris a quick grope before tugging them off.
"Was that one from Katy, too?"
"No, that one was all me," said Adam, and when he went to take his own clothes off, Kris stood up to give him a hand. "I don't need an excuse to want to get into your pants, after all. Do you want it to be from Katy?"
"That would be pretty kinky," admitted Kris, leaning in to bite down gently on one of Adam's nipples as soon as it was exposed. "What else would you do to me if you were Katy?"
Adam laughed as he pulled his jeans off, leaving them in a designer heap by the bed. "If I was Katy, I'd probably be lighting candles right now."
"Oh, that's not fair," said Kris, moving on to his other nipple before Adam pushed his shoulder towards the bed. "You have funny ideas about girls."
"Not girls," said Adam. "Just Katy. You know she's that kind of girl."
"That kind of girl?" said Kris. "Knowing just what kind of girl Katy actually is, now I'm not sure whether you're talking about her lighting little vanilla tealights around the room or dripping hot wax on me."
Adam laughed again as he pushed Kris back onto the bed, covers already rumpled beneath them. "All right, if I was Katy I probably would've done you in the living room chair instead of bringing you back to the bedroom. I guess I'm the romantic."
"Or just about a foot taller than her," said Kris, moving easily under Adam's hands until Adam was on his back, pushing the back of Kris's head till he started moving towards Adam's chest again. "You like my teeth an awful lot for a romantic."
"You know it," said Adam, sighing with clear contentment. When Kris glanced up, a nipple caught between his teeth, Adam met his eyes then looked down to his mouth. "Fuck, Kris."
"Already?" he said, now licking where he'd been biting. "But we've barely gotten started."
Then he lifted his head and kissed Adam long and slow, letting them settle into a slow simmer. They had the whole night, and they were stuck with quickies in uncomfortable places too often not to make the most of this.
When Adam dipped his finger into the ice cream to draw an arrow down the center of his chest, pointing towards his dick, Kris just laughed. "You worried I don't know my way?"
Adam just swirled his finger in the trail of hair just above his groin until Kris ducked his head down again and started licking it up, slowly, trailing his tongue against Adam's skin as long and as often as he could.
"Apparently I have nothing to worry about," said Adam, as Kris let just his cheek brush against Adam's cock. This time when he dipped his finger in the melted ice cream again, he painted an arrow on the inside of his thigh, pointing right back up at his groin.
"Now that one looks like it's pointing somewhere else entirely," said Kris, bending over to lick it up too, ending up with his mouth hovering over Adam's balls, then sucking them into his mouth gently for a moment before moving back up to nuzzle at Adam's stomach.
"Fuck, that's good," said Adam, spreading his legs a little wider. "Your mouth is amazing."
"Still can't do everything with it you can," said Kris, kissing just beside Adam's navel as his hand drifted back between his legs, cupping his balls as he sucked a gentle hickey onto his stomach. "But I'm getting there."
Given where he was and what they were doing, he didn't think it was a mystery what he was talking about.
"You want to try it, don't you?" said Adam, as Kris's lips drifted a little lower, more towards his hip, still avoiding Adam's cock. And it wasn't like it was something he wanted to keep a secret from Adam, that would be pretty counterproductive, but he was still so uncertain.
"I'm pretty good at it with Katy--"
"Yeah, she said."
"--but it's not exactly the same thing," he finished, lifting his head to meet Adam's eyes. "Is that what you were talking about with Katy? This?"
"She suggested it might've come up," said Adam. "You really think I'm worried about you doing it right the first time?"
"You did just try to draw me a map," said Kris, and Adam just laughed. "Either that means you think I need all the help I can get, or you just want me to get on with it and give it a shot."
"Actually, it means it's really hard to draw on yourself with melted ice cream," said Adam. "If you don't like it we can stop, but Kris, that mouth of yours.... Yeah, okay, I want us to. If you want us to."
"And if I do something wrong, you'll tell me?"
"Believe me, you'll be getting a lot of feedback," said Adam, letting his head roll back as Kris pressed a kiss to his hip, then his upper thigh. He'd left the ice cream within reach, and Kris dipped his finger in, drew a streak up Adam's other thigh. "I did clean," said Adam, with a breathy laugh as he did. "In case you were worried about the taste."
And oh God, that was not what Kris was implying. He gave Adam's knee a gentle slap and laughed too. "Come on, don't make fun of me," he said. "I’m easing into it."
"Not making fun," said Adam, gasping as Kris mouthed his balls again. "Just facilitating your progress."
"I'll get there," said Kris as he moved to finally lick up the streak of ice cream, his mouth ending up so close to Adam's groin as he spread Adam's legs even wider. "Is the ice cream too cold?"
"Nuh-uh," said Adam, and Kris had to take him at his word, getting another fingerful and spreading it on the sensitive bit of skin just behind Adam's balls, sucking it off a moment later. Whatever Adam tried to say after that it was even less articulate, but definitely a good sound.
They'd been doing this long enough that Kris could tell that much.
It was another few moments of licking and nuzzling before Kris made his first tentative lick at Adam's hole, barely more than a flicker. Adam let out a soft sound, almost a whine, and Kris knew that if it had been a word, that word would've been "tease!" This was different from what he knew, but not that different.
Glancing up at Adam's face again and seeing him completely in the moment, he reached for the ice cream one more time, smeared it right over his hole, and while Adam was still gasping he pushed his thighs up, ducked his head down and started licking it away before he could stop to think about it.
And once he was past that first hurdle, well, Kris was well aware of his oral fixation. And apparently, so were Adam and Katy.
He wasn't really looking, half the time didn't even have his eyes open, but he caught a flicker of moment, glanced up and saw Adam reaching down to squeeze at the base of his cock. Kris took that as a sign that he was doing something right.
He was still not entirely sure of what he was doing, so this probably wasn't going to be over fast, and frankly he didn't want it to be.
"That's great," murmured Adam, barely audible, and Kris appreciated the feedback but at this point he felt like he was reading Adam's body language pretty well, and Adam's body language was already telling him that he was doing, if not great, then a respectable job.
It was easy to lick up inside Katy, wet and messy and wonderful; it was so different with Adam and Kris struggled a little, licking hard and poking with his tongue and even sucking a little bit. It was a little while before he really understood that was the point, that Adam wasn't just going to open up, that all that work was exactly what this was making this so good for him.
All that work was what made it good when Adam did it to Kris, after all.
And it was good. Kris reached out and wrapped his hand around Adam's cock for a moment and he was hot and hard and leaking enough that Kris's knuckles were wet.
"Wait, wait," said Adam, prying Kris's fingers away. Kris let go easily, used his hand to press against Adam's inner thigh again. "You can...finger me, if you want."
Kris had been hard all along, occasionally rolling his hips against the bed, but even just hearing that made him harder. That just wasn't something they did, but then none of this was something that was routine for them.
Kris wiggled his tongue in a little more, feeling Adam begin to loosen up, then finally lifted his head and said, "I want," and was surprised by how raw his voice came out. They kept lube everywhere these days, but here in the bedroom it was even easier to grab some from nearby and drizzle it over his fingers.
Before he even did anything with them, though, he licked his lips and then pressed the flat of his tongue to Adam's hole again, licking it hard, feeling the texture of it against his tongue, against his lips. Then when Adam was still squirming from that he slid one finger inside him, watching a little awed as it disappeared. It wasn't that he'd never done it before, but he'd never done it without his mouth on Adam's cock, which meant he'd never watched.
He could tell Adam wanted him to go faster but he was too fascinated by this, pushing one finger in as far as it would go and then licking around it, feeling the little bit of stretch. It would be even more with two fingers, and so he carefully pushed another in alongside the first and licked again.
"You're killing me," said Adam, as close as he ever got to a growl. And Kris liked that he was killing him, liked that maybe he wasn't as expert at this as Adam, but he could figure out what he was doing well enough. He even poked his tongue a little between his fingers, not enough to really get it inside but enough that Adam started panting.
Finally Kris kissed the inside of his thigh, wet and sloppy, and started just finger fucking him as he swallowed down his cock with a swirl of his tongue and just enough pressure. Adam came so fast Kris wasn't even sure what was happening at first, and almost choked before he managed to swallow it down.
He had no idea what to say to that, and Adam was really in no shape to speak, so Kris gave in to the urge to wrap his hand around his own cock, tugging it hard till he came all over his stomach, all over his fingers. It was over before Adam even had time to catch his breath.
"So, uh," said Kris, looking at Adam and looking at himself and at a loss as to what to do. Finally he pushed himself up off the bed, grabbed the last of the ice cream to toss in the trash, and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be right back."
He washed up quickly, brushed his teeth, and returned to the bed to see Adam propped up on his arm, watching him. "You could have kissed me anyway," he said. "It would have been fine."
"I'll work up to that," said Kris, and then kissed him extra long to make up for the wait, letting Adam wrap his arms around him. "So, uh."
"I think I just worked off the calories in that ice cream," said Adam. "You have fun?"
Kris just sucked a little on his shoulder in lieu of an actual answer, and he guessed they all knew how much he liked to use his mouth. "I can't believe you and Katy planned this."
"Not planned," said Adam. "Just talked about. You told her you were curious about it, and then she told me."
"I'm not sure how to feel about that," said Kris, though his body was pretty clear on how it felt about the whole thing, that was for sure.
"I think," said Adam, running a finger up and down Kris's spine, "that you should be very happy you have someone in your life who understands what you need, and isn't afraid to let you have it."
Kris exhaled slowly and let that idea sink in before nodding his head. "It's still all a little weird sometimes," he admitted. "Having you. Having her."
"Wasn't exactly in my long-term plan either," said Adam, kissing his forehead, then his cheekbone. "Sometimes life just throws you a curveball, and frankly I think we hit this one out of the park."
"Sports metaphor?" said Kris. "You really have been spending too much time with me."
"No such thing," said Adam. "Forget too much, it'll never be enough."
"I know it's hard with--"
"It could never be enough," Adam interrupted him, "even if I had you twenty-four hours a day. I'm not going to suddenly decide this isn't working, Kris. I like what we have. I think it works with our lives. I think it just works. Are you really worrying about it again?"
"No," said Kris, and he meant it. Some things, like Adam and Katy being less and less separate parts of his love life, were new and a little unfamiliar, but he wasn't having second thoughts and he didn't believe anyone else was either. "So what else did you talk to my wife about? Did I talk in my sleep about how much I want you to take me up against a wall."
"No," said Adam, then, "Wait, do you want me to take you up against a wall?"
Kris just grinned and snuggled up against his side. "Yes," he said, "and just remember you heard that one from me."
Adam kissed his shoulder, leaving a little red mark in his wake. "That one was from Katy," he said. "She said to try to make it look like a heart, but I guess I'm not as talented as her."
"Close enough," said Kris. "I guess we've both got things we want to practice now."
"And speaking of...."
Kris laughed and buried his face against Adam's shoulder. "Give me a few more minutes to recover," he said, "then we'll see what I can do."
"Fair enough," said Adam. "I wonder if we have more ice cream."
"I don't think I'm going to need it this time," said Kris. "I'm think maybe I'm getting the hang of this thing."
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
All Things Nice
American Idol RPF. 3350 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris. Contains: open relationship, foodsmut, rimming
"Mm-hm," said Adam into the phone while slowly licking the last of the strawberry ice cream off his spoon, an impressive demonstration of multi-tasking. "He's right here, do you want to talk to him?"
Kris held out his hand for the phone, but instead of handing it over Adam turned around and wandered away again, back to where the little tub of ice cream was softening on the counter. If he was still mid-conversation, Kris couldn't hear it anymore.
"Oh does he?" Adam was saying as he wandered back, though, raising an eyebrow in Kris's direction. Kris widened his eyes, gave Adam an innocent 'What? What'd I do?' expression, but Adam just smirked. "I'm going to have to keep that in mind."
"Keep what in mind?" said Kris, but Adam shushed him with a finger.
"All right, I'll let you go," he said. "And I'll make sure I tell him that, promise. Take care, Katy!" He slid the phone closed and slipped it into his back pocket. "Your wife sends her love."
"My wife has my number, she can tell me herself," said Kris, but then Adam leaned down and kissed him with ice-cream cold lips, and silenced any protests.
"I guess sometimes she likes to deliver her messages through me," said Adam. "Would you like the rest of it, too?"
"Does it involve taking my clothes off?"
"Well, no," admitted Adam, reaching around to give Kris's ass a squeeze, "but I do get to get a good grope in."
"You mean she gets to get a good grope in," said Kris, "by proxy."
"So we all win," said Adam. "You want some of this ice cream before it's gone? I know I shouldn’t be eating it, but it's strawberry so I'm pretending it's health food."
"What I want is to know just what she was telling you that was so interesting," said Kris, trailing after him as Adam headed back for the ice cream a third time. "And don't say you can't tell me."
Adam was silent as he held up a spoonful to Kris's mouth, and Kris didn't even try to resist as Adam slid the spoon past his lips, licking it clean while Adam watched.
"Interesting," murmured Adam, reaching out to run his thumb over Kris's lower lip, catching the last drop of cream.
"The fact that I eat is not interesting," said Kris, licking the spot where Adam's thumb had just been. "Now come on. You're not allowed to have secrets with my wife that I don't know."
"Actually," said Adam, "I'm pretty sure I am, especially when it's to the benefit of the group. More?"
Kris licked his lip again and opened his mouth without really thinking about it; Adam looked at it for a few moments, just long enough for Kris to start to blush, then popped the spoon in. Kris licked it clean once again.
"Now you're just getting creepy," said Kris, and while he was mostly joking, he was also just the tiniest bit uncertain.
Adam ran his thumb over Kris's lower lip again, though there was nothing to catch this time. "Okay, it's not the eating that's so fascinating," he admitted. "It's everything you put in your mouth."
"You know, if you want a blowjob, you just have to ask," said Kris, almost proud of the way it came out without so much as a hitch in his voice or a blush in his cheeks.
"Oh really," said Adam, letting his thumb rest against his lip for another moment before pulling it back again. "Is that a standing offer?"
"It always has been," said Kris quietly, though not always. Just since they started doing this. "And you're still dodging my question."
"I'm really not," said Adam, grabbing the last of the ice cream off the counter. "Come on, we're moving this into the bedroom."
"We're moving what into the bedroom?" said Kris. At least part of this conversation was going right over his head, and he was guessing it was the part that had been on the other end of the phone call, back home but still, and always, part of this moment.
"Any conversations about your mouth should take place where I can take advantage of it," said Adam, pushing the door open with his foot and leaving it that way, the hall light illuminating half the room.
"And the ice cream?"
"Well, I wouldn't want it to go to waste," said Adam, leaving it on the bedside table before reaching for Kris's shirt, making short work of the buttons. "I might be hungry afterwards. You might be hungry afterwards."
"Not if we do this right," said Kris, and grinned at him cheekily as he sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling his socks off. He didn't have to say anything about swallowing for Adam to get it. Adam ran a thumb over his lower lip again, and this time Kris's tongue darted out to lick at it. Here, he knew exactly what was going on, and exactly what he was doing.
Before he knew it Adam was undoing his pants, slipping his hand inside and giving Kris a quick grope before tugging them off.
"Was that one from Katy, too?"
"No, that one was all me," said Adam, and when he went to take his own clothes off, Kris stood up to give him a hand. "I don't need an excuse to want to get into your pants, after all. Do you want it to be from Katy?"
"That would be pretty kinky," admitted Kris, leaning in to bite down gently on one of Adam's nipples as soon as it was exposed. "What else would you do to me if you were Katy?"
Adam laughed as he pulled his jeans off, leaving them in a designer heap by the bed. "If I was Katy, I'd probably be lighting candles right now."
"Oh, that's not fair," said Kris, moving on to his other nipple before Adam pushed his shoulder towards the bed. "You have funny ideas about girls."
"Not girls," said Adam. "Just Katy. You know she's that kind of girl."
"That kind of girl?" said Kris. "Knowing just what kind of girl Katy actually is, now I'm not sure whether you're talking about her lighting little vanilla tealights around the room or dripping hot wax on me."
Adam laughed again as he pushed Kris back onto the bed, covers already rumpled beneath them. "All right, if I was Katy I probably would've done you in the living room chair instead of bringing you back to the bedroom. I guess I'm the romantic."
"Or just about a foot taller than her," said Kris, moving easily under Adam's hands until Adam was on his back, pushing the back of Kris's head till he started moving towards Adam's chest again. "You like my teeth an awful lot for a romantic."
"You know it," said Adam, sighing with clear contentment. When Kris glanced up, a nipple caught between his teeth, Adam met his eyes then looked down to his mouth. "Fuck, Kris."
"Already?" he said, now licking where he'd been biting. "But we've barely gotten started."
Then he lifted his head and kissed Adam long and slow, letting them settle into a slow simmer. They had the whole night, and they were stuck with quickies in uncomfortable places too often not to make the most of this.
When Adam dipped his finger into the ice cream to draw an arrow down the center of his chest, pointing towards his dick, Kris just laughed. "You worried I don't know my way?"
Adam just swirled his finger in the trail of hair just above his groin until Kris ducked his head down again and started licking it up, slowly, trailing his tongue against Adam's skin as long and as often as he could.
"Apparently I have nothing to worry about," said Adam, as Kris let just his cheek brush against Adam's cock. This time when he dipped his finger in the melted ice cream again, he painted an arrow on the inside of his thigh, pointing right back up at his groin.
"Now that one looks like it's pointing somewhere else entirely," said Kris, bending over to lick it up too, ending up with his mouth hovering over Adam's balls, then sucking them into his mouth gently for a moment before moving back up to nuzzle at Adam's stomach.
"Fuck, that's good," said Adam, spreading his legs a little wider. "Your mouth is amazing."
"Still can't do everything with it you can," said Kris, kissing just beside Adam's navel as his hand drifted back between his legs, cupping his balls as he sucked a gentle hickey onto his stomach. "But I'm getting there."
Given where he was and what they were doing, he didn't think it was a mystery what he was talking about.
"You want to try it, don't you?" said Adam, as Kris's lips drifted a little lower, more towards his hip, still avoiding Adam's cock. And it wasn't like it was something he wanted to keep a secret from Adam, that would be pretty counterproductive, but he was still so uncertain.
"I'm pretty good at it with Katy--"
"Yeah, she said."
"--but it's not exactly the same thing," he finished, lifting his head to meet Adam's eyes. "Is that what you were talking about with Katy? This?"
"She suggested it might've come up," said Adam. "You really think I'm worried about you doing it right the first time?"
"You did just try to draw me a map," said Kris, and Adam just laughed. "Either that means you think I need all the help I can get, or you just want me to get on with it and give it a shot."
"Actually, it means it's really hard to draw on yourself with melted ice cream," said Adam. "If you don't like it we can stop, but Kris, that mouth of yours.... Yeah, okay, I want us to. If you want us to."
"And if I do something wrong, you'll tell me?"
"Believe me, you'll be getting a lot of feedback," said Adam, letting his head roll back as Kris pressed a kiss to his hip, then his upper thigh. He'd left the ice cream within reach, and Kris dipped his finger in, drew a streak up Adam's other thigh. "I did clean," said Adam, with a breathy laugh as he did. "In case you were worried about the taste."
And oh God, that was not what Kris was implying. He gave Adam's knee a gentle slap and laughed too. "Come on, don't make fun of me," he said. "I’m easing into it."
"Not making fun," said Adam, gasping as Kris mouthed his balls again. "Just facilitating your progress."
"I'll get there," said Kris as he moved to finally lick up the streak of ice cream, his mouth ending up so close to Adam's groin as he spread Adam's legs even wider. "Is the ice cream too cold?"
"Nuh-uh," said Adam, and Kris had to take him at his word, getting another fingerful and spreading it on the sensitive bit of skin just behind Adam's balls, sucking it off a moment later. Whatever Adam tried to say after that it was even less articulate, but definitely a good sound.
They'd been doing this long enough that Kris could tell that much.
It was another few moments of licking and nuzzling before Kris made his first tentative lick at Adam's hole, barely more than a flicker. Adam let out a soft sound, almost a whine, and Kris knew that if it had been a word, that word would've been "tease!" This was different from what he knew, but not that different.
Glancing up at Adam's face again and seeing him completely in the moment, he reached for the ice cream one more time, smeared it right over his hole, and while Adam was still gasping he pushed his thighs up, ducked his head down and started licking it away before he could stop to think about it.
And once he was past that first hurdle, well, Kris was well aware of his oral fixation. And apparently, so were Adam and Katy.
He wasn't really looking, half the time didn't even have his eyes open, but he caught a flicker of moment, glanced up and saw Adam reaching down to squeeze at the base of his cock. Kris took that as a sign that he was doing something right.
He was still not entirely sure of what he was doing, so this probably wasn't going to be over fast, and frankly he didn't want it to be.
"That's great," murmured Adam, barely audible, and Kris appreciated the feedback but at this point he felt like he was reading Adam's body language pretty well, and Adam's body language was already telling him that he was doing, if not great, then a respectable job.
It was easy to lick up inside Katy, wet and messy and wonderful; it was so different with Adam and Kris struggled a little, licking hard and poking with his tongue and even sucking a little bit. It was a little while before he really understood that was the point, that Adam wasn't just going to open up, that all that work was exactly what this was making this so good for him.
All that work was what made it good when Adam did it to Kris, after all.
And it was good. Kris reached out and wrapped his hand around Adam's cock for a moment and he was hot and hard and leaking enough that Kris's knuckles were wet.
"Wait, wait," said Adam, prying Kris's fingers away. Kris let go easily, used his hand to press against Adam's inner thigh again. "You can...finger me, if you want."
Kris had been hard all along, occasionally rolling his hips against the bed, but even just hearing that made him harder. That just wasn't something they did, but then none of this was something that was routine for them.
Kris wiggled his tongue in a little more, feeling Adam begin to loosen up, then finally lifted his head and said, "I want," and was surprised by how raw his voice came out. They kept lube everywhere these days, but here in the bedroom it was even easier to grab some from nearby and drizzle it over his fingers.
Before he even did anything with them, though, he licked his lips and then pressed the flat of his tongue to Adam's hole again, licking it hard, feeling the texture of it against his tongue, against his lips. Then when Adam was still squirming from that he slid one finger inside him, watching a little awed as it disappeared. It wasn't that he'd never done it before, but he'd never done it without his mouth on Adam's cock, which meant he'd never watched.
He could tell Adam wanted him to go faster but he was too fascinated by this, pushing one finger in as far as it would go and then licking around it, feeling the little bit of stretch. It would be even more with two fingers, and so he carefully pushed another in alongside the first and licked again.
"You're killing me," said Adam, as close as he ever got to a growl. And Kris liked that he was killing him, liked that maybe he wasn't as expert at this as Adam, but he could figure out what he was doing well enough. He even poked his tongue a little between his fingers, not enough to really get it inside but enough that Adam started panting.
Finally Kris kissed the inside of his thigh, wet and sloppy, and started just finger fucking him as he swallowed down his cock with a swirl of his tongue and just enough pressure. Adam came so fast Kris wasn't even sure what was happening at first, and almost choked before he managed to swallow it down.
He had no idea what to say to that, and Adam was really in no shape to speak, so Kris gave in to the urge to wrap his hand around his own cock, tugging it hard till he came all over his stomach, all over his fingers. It was over before Adam even had time to catch his breath.
"So, uh," said Kris, looking at Adam and looking at himself and at a loss as to what to do. Finally he pushed himself up off the bed, grabbed the last of the ice cream to toss in the trash, and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be right back."
He washed up quickly, brushed his teeth, and returned to the bed to see Adam propped up on his arm, watching him. "You could have kissed me anyway," he said. "It would have been fine."
"I'll work up to that," said Kris, and then kissed him extra long to make up for the wait, letting Adam wrap his arms around him. "So, uh."
"I think I just worked off the calories in that ice cream," said Adam. "You have fun?"
Kris just sucked a little on his shoulder in lieu of an actual answer, and he guessed they all knew how much he liked to use his mouth. "I can't believe you and Katy planned this."
"Not planned," said Adam. "Just talked about. You told her you were curious about it, and then she told me."
"I'm not sure how to feel about that," said Kris, though his body was pretty clear on how it felt about the whole thing, that was for sure.
"I think," said Adam, running a finger up and down Kris's spine, "that you should be very happy you have someone in your life who understands what you need, and isn't afraid to let you have it."
Kris exhaled slowly and let that idea sink in before nodding his head. "It's still all a little weird sometimes," he admitted. "Having you. Having her."
"Wasn't exactly in my long-term plan either," said Adam, kissing his forehead, then his cheekbone. "Sometimes life just throws you a curveball, and frankly I think we hit this one out of the park."
"Sports metaphor?" said Kris. "You really have been spending too much time with me."
"No such thing," said Adam. "Forget too much, it'll never be enough."
"I know it's hard with--"
"It could never be enough," Adam interrupted him, "even if I had you twenty-four hours a day. I'm not going to suddenly decide this isn't working, Kris. I like what we have. I think it works with our lives. I think it just works. Are you really worrying about it again?"
"No," said Kris, and he meant it. Some things, like Adam and Katy being less and less separate parts of his love life, were new and a little unfamiliar, but he wasn't having second thoughts and he didn't believe anyone else was either. "So what else did you talk to my wife about? Did I talk in my sleep about how much I want you to take me up against a wall."
"No," said Adam, then, "Wait, do you want me to take you up against a wall?"
Kris just grinned and snuggled up against his side. "Yes," he said, "and just remember you heard that one from me."
Adam kissed his shoulder, leaving a little red mark in his wake. "That one was from Katy," he said. "She said to try to make it look like a heart, but I guess I'm not as talented as her."
"Close enough," said Kris. "I guess we've both got things we want to practice now."
"And speaking of...."
Kris laughed and buried his face against Adam's shoulder. "Give me a few more minutes to recover," he said, "then we'll see what I can do."
"Fair enough," said Adam. "I wonder if we have more ice cream."
"I don't think I'm going to need it this time," said Kris. "I'm think maybe I'm getting the hang of this thing."