He nodded dazedly, parting his lips just in time for Adam’s tongue. He moaned, enjoying the taste of Adam’s mouth, of his stubble scratching his chin. It felt so good. So very good. Adam’s fingers buried themselves in Harry’s hair, holding him still while Adam gave him one bruising kiss after another, kissing like he wanted to climb inside Harry and live there—and Harry wanted him to.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” Adam rasped out between the drugging kisses, tilting Harry’s head the way he wanted with strong but gentle hands.
Harry melted into him, his thoughts muddled with foggy pleasure mixed with need. No matter how hard Adam kissed him, it didn’t seem to relieve the needy ache in his lower body. If anything, it made it worse. He was aching terribly, wanting.
“I need,” Harry mumbled against Adam’s mouth, trying to kiss Adam harder. “Please.”
“Yeah,” Adam said, pushing Harry toward the bed.
Harry fell on the mattress gracelessly, making a frustrated noise when he lost physical contact with Adam. But before long, Adam was behind him, kissing his neck with parted lips, leaving wet trails, his large hands roaming all over Harry’s chest, his quivering stomach—
Harry keened when Adam’s hands kneaded his thighs. So close—
As if hearing his thoughts, Adam dragged his underwear off and wrapped a large hand around Harry’s throbbing cock. Harry gasped, his mouth falling open as Adam started stroking his cock slowly. It felt so good but so frustrating, and before long, Harry was whining, squirming constantly and trying to relieve the ache inside him. He didn’t understand what he needed, but this wasn’t enough. He wanted—he wanted…
He wanted to stop feeling empty. He wanted the hard thing pressed against his ass—Adam’s cock. Yes, that was what he wanted.
Harry reached back and grabbed it. It was thick, and long, and heavy in his hand. It felt perfect. He wanted it, wanted it inside, wanted it to fill him up.
He nudged it between his legs, but his aim was off, and Adam’s cock rubbed against his inner thigh.
Adam sucked a breath in. “Haz…” he said into Harry’s nape, grinding his cock against Harry’s ass for a moment before pushing Harry’s thighs together and feeding his leaking cock between them.
Harry gasped as Adam’s cock rubbed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and grazed over his hole. This wasn’t what he had wanted—he wanted Adam inside him—but his words died on his lips as Adam started thrusting, fucking his thighs.
Harry couldn’t decide if he hated it or loved it. He moaned weakly every time Adam’s cock grazed against his hole—so close, so good, not enough. He was nearly sobbing with frustration before Adam finally took Harry’s cock back into his hand and started pumping it hard in time with his thrusts. This was better, but it still wasn’t enough, he wanted to be filled up, he wanted the ache to go away, he wanted—
Adam’s cock nudged hard against his hole, almost catching on the rim. Harry cried out, his mouth going slack as pleasure washed over his body. His cock softened in Adam’s hand, the demanding throbbing in his hole finally lessening. He felt so good, like he was floating on a cloud.
“Good?” Adam said, his voice tight and barely recognizable. He turned Harry onto his back.
Harry nodded dreamily and watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Adam sat up, took his own cock into his hand and start pumping it hard and fast, his dark eyes roaming all over Harry’s body.
“Can I come on you, Haz?” Adam ground out.
Harry nodded, although he wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he was agreeing to. It didn’t matter; at the moment he would let Adam do anything he wanted. He would always let Adam do anything he wanted.
He watched Adam clench his jaw, watched his magnificent body tense up and go rigid, before a low groan ripped out of Adam’s throat and then Adam was coming, his ejaculate covering Harry’s chest and thighs.
“So fucking beautiful,” Adam muttered, sounding drunk and dazed as he looked at Harry’s body underneath him. “So beautiful, the sweetest, the prettiest—fucking adore you.”
Harry smiled, preening a little. Adam adored him. Adam thought he was beautiful and sweet.
“I adore you, too,” Harry said sleepily as Adam cleaned his chest and thighs with some tissues.
He yawned and buried his face on Adam’s chest when Adam finally stretched out next to him.
“Best birthday present ever,” Adam murmured, stroking his fingers through Harry’s hair.
It took a lot of effort for Harry to open his eyes. “Wait, today is your birthday?”
Adam smiled at him, kissed him on the nose, and nodded. “I’m officially twenty-seven as of two hours ago.”
“You should have told me. I didn’t get you a present.”
“I don’t need a better present,” Adam said, stroking his nape.
Harry smiled at him sleepily. “I’m still making you a birthday dinner and we’re celebrating at home after work.”