Adam cries out when Michael rocks into him, legs around Michael’s waist, and Michael’s hands hold him open until he’s in to the hilt, balls flush, and every brush of Adam’s cock against the hard planes of Michael’s stomach makes him jerk and shiver, tilting closer.
A mutual reprieve settles as they get their bearings, harsh breaths shattering the calm of the afternoon sun.
Michael kisses Adam’s face, his cheeks, and Adam realises that Michael is chasing his tears.
He’s not sure when that happened.
Adam braces himself with hands behind him on the counter top when Michael withdraws to thrust back in. Adam bears down tight, greedily soaking in the want Michael groans into his mouth. It aches once Michael finds his rhythm, the burn slowly easing from pain towards the blur of lust, striking a match that makes his heart almost skip a beat when Michael adjusts his angle. He watches Adam’s face to make sure every push leaves him wincing with the burst of heat that melts his spine into a permanent arch.
“I hate you,” Adam moans when Michael sucks hard at the raw, reddened skin around his throat.
Michael raises his head, and this time, Adam is the one who initiates the kiss before Michael can reply, but it’s forceful and angry.
“You’re mine,” Michael promises, when he pulls back, fingertips light beneath the mark of Lucifer’s chokehold, and his other hand finally wraps around Adam’s cock, “Nothing will ever change that.”
Adam is already shaking his head.
“You hate me,” he spits.
Michael shakes his head, too, and grinds his hips forward, dragging the circle of his fingers from the base of Adam’s cock to the weeping head. Adam’s eyes slide shut against his will, his head falls back and he lets Michael push and pull his body towards completion as he’s done so many times before.
“I love you,” Michael says, startling Adam back to reality.
No, no, don’t say that….
Michael tells him again and again with every roll of his hips and Adam can only brace himself to take it until he’s stiffening and spilling over between them with a gasp of relief. In that blissful moment, when all noise fades to a static whine, Adam doesn’t have to hear Michael’s lie. It passes too soon.
Michael eases him to sit on the counter, hugged against his chest, and he presses his mouth to Adam’s temple.
“I love you,” Michael swears, like the oath it’s supposed to be.
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Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17 (power issues, begging, biting) - 3/3
Date: 2011-11-01 03:17 pm (UTC)A mutual reprieve settles as they get their bearings, harsh breaths shattering the calm of the afternoon sun.
Michael kisses Adam’s face, his cheeks, and Adam realises that Michael is chasing his tears.
He’s not sure when that happened.
Adam braces himself with hands behind him on the counter top when Michael withdraws to thrust back in. Adam bears down tight, greedily soaking in the want Michael groans into his mouth. It aches once Michael finds his rhythm, the burn slowly easing from pain towards the blur of lust, striking a match that makes his heart almost skip a beat when Michael adjusts his angle. He watches Adam’s face to make sure every push leaves him wincing with the burst of heat that melts his spine into a permanent arch.
“I hate you,” Adam moans when Michael sucks hard at the raw, reddened skin around his throat.
Michael raises his head, and this time, Adam is the one who initiates the kiss before Michael can reply, but it’s forceful and angry.
“You’re mine,” Michael promises, when he pulls back, fingertips light beneath the mark of Lucifer’s chokehold, and his other hand finally wraps around Adam’s cock, “Nothing will ever change that.”
Adam is already shaking his head.
“You hate me,” he spits.
Michael shakes his head, too, and grinds his hips forward, dragging the circle of his fingers from the base of Adam’s cock to the weeping head. Adam’s eyes slide shut against his will, his head falls back and he lets Michael push and pull his body towards completion as he’s done so many times before.
“I love you,” Michael says, startling Adam back to reality.
No, no, don’t say that….
Michael tells him again and again with every roll of his hips and Adam can only brace himself to take it until he’s stiffening and spilling over between them with a gasp of relief. In that blissful moment, when all noise fades to a static whine, Adam doesn’t have to hear Michael’s lie. It passes too soon.
Michael eases him to sit on the counter, hugged against his chest, and he presses his mouth to Adam’s temple.
“I love you,” Michael swears, like the oath it’s supposed to be.
No, Adam admits to himself, I don’t think you do.