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It’s mid afternoon, and Adam is in good spirits.

Eight months have passed since they landed in Romania, and he has long since settled into a routine he’s happy with. It’s looser than it was before, but he didn’t have to consider someone else back then. It’s fine, anyway, because Nigel lets him have a say over the big things. Meal times, sleep times, specific days set aside for grocery shopping and the like. Other than that, Adam just needs to make sure his body is available at all times.

Which is easy, because every time Nigel reaches for him, Adam melts. It feels like security, a source of pride. He’s done it. He’s found a balance, has figured out the right way to act, and he doesn’t question those emotions at all. Why would he? They’re in love.

He reaches for Nigel just as often, anyway.

Almost every waking hour is spent together, with the exception of when Nigel goes to the gym, but that’s just on the bottom floor of the apartment building. When Adam asked to come along, Nigel had said no. Adam didn’t ask why.

Rarely, Adam will be alone for an extended period of time when Nigel goes out to party with guys from the business. On those nights, he worries. Worries that Nigel is bored of him, or that he’s cheating, or that something will happen to him while he’s out.

Sometimes those thoughts make him cry, and when Nigel gets home Adam always tells him exactly how he’s feeling. Not once has Nigel ever gotten mad at Adam for that. He’s always understanding, murmuring apologies and picking Adam up in strong arms to carry him to the bedroom. Then he lays Adam out and crawls over top of him, his presence alone calming enough to make the sniffling stop.

“It’s just to keep up with the guys. I’d never go to these fucking things if I didn’t have to,” Nigel says, low and sweet.

And then they make love, and in the white-hot bliss of it all Adam’s worries evaporate.

So overall, he’s very happy.

Not to mention, the apartment is almost done being changed to his specifications.

There’s heavy curtains covering most of the living room windows, and the walls of their bedroom have been painted a shade of cornflower blue they picked out together. They’ve covered one of the walls with posters, too. Old space rockets, star charts, a vintage illustration of mineral samples that Nigel gave Adam as a gift. He installed dimmer switches into all the rooms as well, perfect for when Adam is having a particularly bad day, when he can’t keep the memories at bay.

They split chores between them, but Adam handles the majority. It helps keep him busy. When he lived alone it was a lot harder to keep up with things, because he’d get sucked into his coding projects. That’s not a problem anymore, since Nigel never lets Adam use the computer by himself, and has no patience for watching hours of coding every day. Or ever.

That’s fine, though. Really. Adam has other hobbies now. Cleaning is meditative anyway, and in the case he gets too alone with his thoughts, Nigel is there to pull him right back to reality again.

Cooking is another thing they do together, with Wednesdays set aside specifically for trying new recipes, or re-doing old ones that didn’t work out. It’s fun, and they’ve discovered a few more dishes that work for Adam’s palate and textural needs.

Among the additions to the apartment is a stationary bike, which is where Adam is seated right now.

It’s the tail end of his daily forty-five minute ride, and he’s really looking forward to the shower that comes afterward. He’ll have to get Nigel for that, since Adam still doesn’t ever go to the bathroom by himself. Hopefully Nigel will let them make it that far. He has a habit of jumping Adam immediately post-workout, mouthing at his skin and murmuring about how good he smells, which makes no sense, but it’s not like Adam is going to tell Nigel he’s wrong. He just goes with it, and sinks into the fuzzy place until Nigel has finished with him.

Adam looks at the timer on the bike’s screen, watching the seconds tick until his cool-down period is finished and he can go rid himself of sweat, when Nigel appears at his side.

“Hey,” Adam says, legs slowing to a stop when the screen reads ‘0:00’.

“You ready for your shower?”

“Yes, please.” He pauses, then decides he better just ask outright. “But I usually come let you know when I’m done. Do you want to have sex in the shower? I’d prefer if we didn’t. Things got a little overwhelming last time.”

He recalls the feeling of his hands and knees on the hard stone floor, Nigel splitting him open from behind and tugging his hair. He’d pulled hard, hard enough to hurt, and it forced Adam to look upward, into the spray of the shower head.

Adam shivers.

“I apologized for that, darling. Don’t bring it up again.”

“You’re right, sorry.”

Nigel claps him on the back. “Thank you. Just felt like giving you a little extra attention, sweetheart. Let me take my time with you tonight, build up some energy for later.”

It’s hard not to smile about that. Adam instantly feels bad for his assumption, and for bringing the water thing up again. He knows Nigel doesn’t mean anything by it when stuff like that happens, he just gets carried away.

“Do you want to wash me?” Adam asks.

“More than anything in the world,” Nigel replies. He lifts Adam off the exercise bike and slaps him on the ass on the way to the bathroom.

He cleans Adam thoroughly, opening with washing and conditioning his hair, then scrubbing his body with a washcloth for the nooks and crannies, and a loofah for the places like his legs and back. Some of those touches do linger, and at one point Adam leans back against Nigel, eyes shut as Nigel touches him, barely even pretending to wash him.

It doesn’t go further than that, though. A tease. Nigel likes doing that a lot, recently.

Adam steps out of the shower squeaky clean and scrubbed pink. Nigel dries him just as thoroughly.

“Here,” he says, and drapes another towel over Adam’s shoulders. “Keep you warm until we get to the bedroom, hmm?”

In the bedroom, he slides a drawer open and pulls out a clean set of clothes for Adam to wear. These ones are essentially the same as before, but the pants are printed with stars, and these briefs are light pink instead of white. Adam didn’t think much of the color, it’s neither good nor bad to him, but Nigel seems to like it a lot.

Nigel holds the underwear out for Adam to step into, palming the swell of his ass once they’re on all the way. After a moment to rest his lips against Adam’s forehead, he leans down and kisses him slowly. Reverently. Unsteadily, Adam wraps his arms around Nigel’s chest and deepens the kiss, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure and the warm glow of having Nigel’s attention. When the kiss is broken, it feels a bit like loss. Adam doesn’t let him step backward.

“Sweet little thing,” Nigel murmurs, swaying the both of them side to side in place. “My perfect, beautiful, genius of a cocksucker.”

Adam’s face goes red, and not from shame. Suddenly Nigel’s hand is between his legs, cupping, rubbing and massaging gently. Adam’s cheeks tinge pink, hips automatically pressing forward as he lays his head against Nigel’s chest.

“We’re still not going to fuck, darling. But I want to keep you riled up. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

The touch is distracting, makes him rise to his tip-toes and grab onto Nigel’s biceps for stability. “O-okay. Why?”

“Why not?”

The grip loosens, and Adam slowly lowers himself back down, unconsciously moving his hands to cover himself. He shrugs. “I’m just curious. You’re making it sound like something is different than normal.”

“Well, I was going to tell you later, but fuck it. I’ll tell you now. Arms out.”

Some alarm at that, but Adam sticks his arms forward and allows Nigel to dress him in one of Nigel’s own black t-shirts. It hangs on Adam’s frame, revealing the bit of neck that must always be on display. He rubs the spot unconsciously, pressing down to get a little pain from one of the many bruises.

“What’s going on?”

He’s nervous, and it shows on his face.

“I’m retiring. Done with the business. Checked out.”

Adam tilts his head to the side. “Is that something you can do in your line of work?”

Nigel’s eyebrow goes up, and then he barks out a laugh. “Good question. It’s a long story, alright? Just trust me.”

Adam can’t prevent the way his mouth thins into a displeased line, and Nigel shakes his head.

“Look. It’ll be fine.”

His tone brooks no argument. Adam swallows, and ducks his head down.

“Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just. Hard to avoid worrying.”

“Don’t apologize. We’re celebrating tonight! You’re getting what you wanted, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah. I guess I am.”

Nigel takes him into another hug, then holds the pants out for Adam to step into. Afterward, they go back to the living room, and Adam sits on the couch, legs together and stiff-backed. Nigel goes to the entertainment center and pulls out his weed stash, and Adam lets out a relieved little sigh.

He never asks for this, still unsure how he should feel about how much he enjoys it, but he’s always happy when Nigel offers.

Nigel opens the bag, and Adam watches a little impatiently as he starts getting everything together. It’s almost hypnotic watching his fingers move, and Adam relaxes back on the couch.

Silence for a while, save for the sound of rustling paper as Nigel rolls the joint. Adam counted, once. Nigel can roll five of them in seven minutes. Later that night he’d asked Nigel to paint a model for him, just as a little experiment. He showed him how to thin the paint, and where he wanted the color. It was on a model he was already going to have to strip, but he didn’t think Nigel would make a mess, anyway. And he didn’t. He’d followed the lines with precision. It was impressive, and more than that it made Adam’s heart soar, because it felt like something they might be able to share.

It was. Nigel doesn’t join in all the time, but sometimes he does.

Adam smiles, thinking about it. It feels good to have someone to share things like this with, even if Nigel loses control sometimes in other ways.

He feels stupid for being so worried earlier. They’ll finally get to spend time with each other without even the risk of anything else demanding Nigel’s attention. Adam bounces up and down in place a little with the realization, face cracking in to a glowing smile that reveals a rattling, unhinged sort of glee. He scoots closer, leaning over to brush his fingertips over the arm of the chair Nigel is sitting in.

Nigel looks up at him, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a smile. “Something you need, gorgeous? I’ll be done here in just a second,” he says. Then he chuckles. “Fucking stoner.”

“Nigel?”

“Yes? Darling?”

“I’m. I’m in love with you.”

Nigel takes a deep breath, expression softening. He finishes rolling the joint and places it gingerly on the tray, before setting it aside. He rises from his armchair and moves to sit beside Adam, looks him up and down like it’s the first time all over again. Adam can feel his gaze almost physically, and he leans into it. He is very rarely the first one to say ‘I love you,’ but when he does it drives Nigel wild. Right now, riled up from the news and the teasing, that’s what Adam wants.

His lips open around a gasp when Nigel slides his hand under the front of Adam’s shirt, palming at his bony chest before rolling a nipple under his fingertips.

“I love you too, baby. Guess the good news just sunk in, huh?”

“Well, if you say you’re done then-” Adam moans quietly when Nigel tugs at the peaked bud, cock stiffening. He lets his legs fall open, licking his lips once before speaking again. “Then you’re safe. I won’t have to be alone again.”

“Yeah?” Nigel removes his hand from under Adam’s shirt, brings it up to trace his index finger over Adam’s bottom lip.

“Yeah,” Adam whispers. Gingerly, he closes his lips around Nigel’s finger, licks kitten-like at it, intentionally meeting Nigel’s dark gaze. He doesn’t explain himself further when he pulls away, and he wouldn’t have a chance even if he wanted to, because Nigel captures him in a deep kiss, hands coming up to cup the sides of Adam’s head.

He gently bites Adam’s bottom lip before he breaks the kiss, drawing a whine out of the smaller man.

“You’ve got to be careful, darling. I might lose control of myself, and the point is to savor it, tonight.”

Adam starts to apologize, but Nigel shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I’m not upset, but let’s get this show on the road.”

Adam wonders what he could mean by that, but Nigel is leaning over, holding the joint to Adam’s lips and setting flame to the end. He holds it there while Adam takes a couple drags, then they pass it back and forth for a while.

Thirty minutes later, Adam is boneless on the couch. He feels... heavy. Insulated. He makes a mental note to start actively asking for this. He’s content to rest, Nigel’s mention of plans for the evening far from his thoughts, so he doesn’t notice it when Nigel reaches for the television remote.

He definitely notices it when his own voice blares from their surround sound system. His gaze drifts to the television screen and his mouth falls open at what he sees.

It’s a high angle of him and Nigel in their bedroom. Adam is on his back, his ass at the end of the bed with his legs spread wide and held up close to his chest. His head is thrown back, tossing from side to side as his moans and little aborted screams echo off the walls. Sitting on a chair by the foot of the bed is Nigel, and he is wrist deep in Adam’s asshole.

Adam remembers this. This is footage from a few months ago, and it had felt really, really good. Overwhelming. Painful. But good. He’d been terrified when Nigel told him they were going to try it again. That one time in the cabin was more than enough, and the thought that Nigel recorded this second instance of it... Adam waits for the anger to hit. Or sadness. But nothing comes, other than a vague sense of surprise and a shocking level of arousal.

Realistically, to anyone else, this would be a huge violation. But within these walls, in this relationship, what else is there to do but accept it? Might as well enjoy himself. He tilts his head and watches the screen with open interest.

“Do you record a lot of what we do?” he asks.

“Yeah, baby. Almost every time we fuck in there, and definitely on special occasions.”

“Oh. Is watching this video what you had planned?”

“Not all of it. Why? Not a fan?”

Adam tilts his head to the other side, cock stiffening yet again, and he cups his half-hard length with one hand.

“No, I like it.”

“Maybe you’ll like the rest of it then, too.”

Nigel hits a button, and a different video starts.

This time the shot is much, much closer, aimed at where Nigel is fucking into Adam’s stretched and shiny rim. Loud squelching noises fill the air, obscene as Nigel’s cock, gleaming with lube, pumps in and out. Adam watches with lips parted, staring at himself getting fucked on screen, how his hole gets stretched open so wide even just on Nigel’s cock. His eyes dart to the bunched fabric sitting over his hips. It’s the skirt Nigel has him wear when they fuck, sometimes.

Adam’s cock jumps in its confines, arousal simmering low and steady between the weed and what he’s looking at. He rolls his hips without realizing and looks over. Is Nigel going to touch him now? He hopes so. But Nigel is staring at the screen and slowly rubbing at the bulge in his sweatpants, too. Adam can’t help how badly the sight makes him ache, and he slides his hand into his underwear to stroke himself. Just lightly, in case that’s not what Nigel wants.

One question sticks out to him though, even through the haze of weed and lust.

“How did you hide this from me?”

“Wanted it to be a surprise, and it turns out that if I keep you face down and stuffed full... Well, you really turn into a mindless little thing when you’ve got a cock in you, darling.”

Adam’s mouth drops open with the force of the white-hot streak of arousal that courses through his body at the words, stroking himself a bit faster. Nigel notices.

“Like the sound of that. huh? Like hearing what a little cockslut you are?”

Adam moans, and immediately covers his mouth with his other hand.

“Looks like I’m right.”

Nigel stands up and drops his pants and underwear to the floor, cock bobbing free. Adam watches it, still covering his mouth, and cooperates when Nigel kneels down to remove Adam’s pants and underwear, gently moving his hand away.

“So stiff for me, gorgeous. Hope you’re ready to stay like that for a while.”

“What do you mean?” Adam asks, words muffled. Nigel reaches, moves Adam’s hand back down to the couch.

“Don’t come. I won’t either.”

“Why?”

“It’s edging, darling. I want you nice and desperate.”

He sits down beside Adam, pressed close enough that their outer thighs touch, and he reaches over, taking Adam’s cock in his hand. Adam draws in a shuddering breath, nostrils flaring wide, and he thrusts up into the grip.

Nigel laughs, low and breathy. “Control yourself.”

“I-I’ll try.”

Nigel kisses him on the cheek, then slowly starts up with pumping Adam’s cock again. He lets the video on the screen play, looking at it sometimes before turning to watch the expression on Adam’s face.

Adam can’t help it, he quickly loses himself to the stimulation. His thighs tense and shake, feeling hot both inside out as pleasure like molten steel flows from between his legs and up his spine. On screen, Nigel is pounding into him and slapping his ass until it goes red, cursing in long strings of mixed Romanian and English. After just a few moments it feels like Adam might come, and he grabs Nigel’s forearm.

Nigel lets go, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in pleasure as a sharp grin crosses his features. A pulse of precome leaks from Adam’s cock, and he sucks in a deep breath.

“Like that, do you?”

“It feels good,” Adam replies. His brain is fuzzy, makes it hard to string words together, and the only thing he cares about right now is getting Nigel’s hand back on him. He glances down, sees Nigel’s cock so stiff and shiny at the tip where his foreskin has pulled back on its own. Adam’s mouth waters. Nigel shifts, and it sways to the side.

“Can I touch you too?” Adam is breathless as he asks, gaze locked on his favorite toy.

“Please.”

Instantly, Adam is reaching over and Nigel presses another button. The video changes again.

This time, it’s Adam on his elbows and knees on the bed, wrists tied together as he rolls his hips and arches his back while Nigel eats him out. That’s definitely not footage of a special occasion. Nigel binds Adam’s wrists and legs almost every other day, and half the time it’s because Adam has asked him to. It’s resulted in a panic attack a few times, but nothing he hasn’t been able to recover from, even if it left him jittery and foggy-headed for the rest of the night every time.

Nigel drops the remote, and after a flurry of kisses he reaches for Adam once more. They sink into each other’s touch, outer thighs pressed together and fists sliding over sensitive flesh as they draw pleasure and precome out of one another, all the while watching themselves on screen.

The next time Nigel removes his hand, Adam’s hips buck up uncontrollably and he lets out a long whine, his own pace growing quicker as he strokes Nigel’s cock. It throbs in his hand, and he lets go. Nigel curses, then laughs.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, voice tense. “Good timing.”

“I know you well enough by now.”

He smiles when he says it, but a light bulb flicks on in the back of his head. There’s a lot he doesn’t know about Nigel, outside of this sort of thing. But then Nigel changes the video once more, and the idea flies away to be revisited at another time.

“I think you’re really gonna like this one,” Nigel says before taking Adam in hand once more. He rubs his thumb all over the sensitive ridges of the head, then drags it gently through the slit. Adam’s mouth opens around a moan, and then he sees what Nigel means.

The Adam in the video’s voice breaks on a scream, tears streaming down his face. He’s lying on his back as Nigel pushes a huge, purple dildo in and out of his hole, murmuring bits of praise and encouragement as Adam strokes his over-sensitive cock with a masturbation sleeve. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping it, and he’s pleading with Nigel to stop.

“It’s too much! Please!”

“Come on, just a little more. You’re so close. I know you can do it. Don’t let me down now.”

“I can’t!”

That session had been so much. Too much. Nigel had wanted him to come twice in a row, forcing Adam to keep stroking himself and to ride that giant dildo until white hot pleasure-pain burst like a supernova in his core. His body had gone entirely taut, an actual scream forced from his throat before he collapsed afterwards. He can still remember how wet his face had been from the tears streaming down his face, how viciously he’d wiped them away after Nigel pulled the dildo out and took the masturbation sleeve away.

In the present moment, Adam shoves Nigel’s hand away.

“Oh no, no no no,” he babbles. His cock throbs, bobbing in place as he fights to keep himself from tumbling over the edge of orgasm, but it’s too late. His body responds anyway, and rope after rope of thick, white come splashes onto his stomach and up his chest. Nigel watches the whole time.

There’s no pleasure in it. No release. Adam still feels wound up, and horrified too. This is fun but the videos are pressing buttons in his head he didn’t know were there, and doesn’t know how to respond to.

“Adam...” Nigel starts, but Adam shakes his head ‘no.’

“It wasn’t a real one,” he croaks out. “I don’t. I’m not satisfied. I don’t know what’s happening.”

Nigel’s face brightens as though he’s just made the most brilliant discovery, and to Adam’s surprise he turns the video off.

“Then I guess we better take a break, huh?”

“You’re not angry?” Adam asks, still breathless. His cock is softening, but the heat is still inside him, mixing with a din of darker emotions he doesn’t want to touch. He breathes in deep, wills himself to relax.

“Not at all, baby. How could I be, after that little display?”

Adam sighs, relieved and frustrated. He doesn’t understand Nigel sometimes, but on the exhale he lets it go. There’s nothing good that will come from questioning it.

After that, Nigel tells Adam to get on his knees, and he feeds his cock into Adam’s mouth with a groan. The calming effect is instantaneous, and it helps that Nigel keeps his word about not coming. Once he’s had enough, he gently pulls Adam away and they move to the bedroom to watch a movie on Adam’s laptop.

Once it’s over, Nigel’s stomach growls.

“Dinner?” Adam asks. Whatever strange mood he’d been in before has passed, and he’s back to being excited about whatever the rest of the night might hold for them.

Nigel checks the time, nods. “Let’s order out, shall we?”

They order from an American restaurant, two burgers and a quesadilla in case Adam doesn’t like his first choice. They get a slice of chocolate cake, too. When the delivery person arrives, Adam hides in the hallway. He waits until the transaction is done, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. It’s strange hearing someone else’s voice, and he taps his thighs in a steady rhythm.

Once the person has finally left, he pokes his head around the corner.

“Can I come out now?”

“Yeah, baby.”

They eat in the kitchen at the little round table. After a tentative bite, Adam decides the burger is okay. He eats it slowly, knee bouncing.

“You alright?” Nigel asks. “The table might rattle apart with how fast that leg is going.”

Adam nods, gingerly places his burger back down on his plate. “I’m fine. What about you?”

Nigel smiles, soft and easy. He seems to really like it when Adam fusses over him, which makes it easier to do. Adam continues.

“You didn’t come, so I was worried that was a bad sign. I know you said we were edging, and I know what that means, but still.”

Nigel laughs, shakes his head. “I appreciate the concern. Trust me, it worked just the way I wanted it to. Done with your burger?”

Adam looks down at the remnants, lifts the top bun up and nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, one second.”

Nigel gets up to retrieve the chocolate cake from the refrigerator, and Adam watches him move. The realization he had earlier drifts back to the forefront of his mind.

“Nigel?”

“Yes?”

“What’s your last name?”

Nigel hums, kicks the refrigerator closed. He sets the cake down and a couple forks beside it. Silence grows between them, and Adam’s mood rapidly begins to spiral. His leg bounces even harder, and when he reaches for a fork it slips from his grasp and clatters onto the table.

“Why do you ask?”

“I want to know more about you. We’ve been together for nine months. A year, soon. But I don’t know that about you. Or if you grew up here, you don’t sound like the other people around here, or if you had any sibli-”

“Stop.”

Adam’s mouth snaps shut. He looks at Nigel’s face, desperately grasping for a clue as to his reaction, but it’s blank. Nigel takes a deep breath, then reaches for Adam’s hand.

“Sorry,” he says, then blinks a few times, like the word is completely unfamiliar in his mouth. “It’s actually pretty fucking nice to hear. You want to know more about me.”

Adam nods his head, wild curls flopping. Nigel won’t let Adam cut his hair. Another little sacrifice Adam makes but doesn’t realize he’s making, even as the strands tickle his neck and irritate his forehead.

“I do!”

“One thing at a time, then.” Nigel pauses. Considering. “My last name is Lecter, but it’s Banyai to everyone else, alright? Don’t go telling anyone.”

Then he laughs, and Adam joins him. They both know Adam won’t be talking to anyone else any time soon. Silence falls again a moment later and Adam waits patiently for more information, but none comes. He shrugs. Nigel did say “one thing at a time.”

Nigel feeds Adam half the cake himself, bringing the fork to his lips and watching intently as Adam takes it into his mouth, chews, and swallows.

“There’s one other thing I wanted to tell you,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“I bought us a cabin.”

Adam sputters, coming dangerously close to spitting his water out. “What? Why?”

“Just a little present. For the both of us. I know you like the nature. We’ll go out there as much as you want, look at the fucking stars together. Get the place up to your specifications, just like we did here.”

Maybe it’s the weed, but Adam feels an unconstrained burst of warmth in his chest and he leans forward, grabs Nigel’s shirt and pulls him into a clumsy kiss. Nigel purrs in pleasure before lifting Adam up out of his chair and carrying him to the bedroom, cake forgotten.

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Minutes later they’re on the bed, clothes tossed haphazardly to the side. Adam kneels before Nigel, swallowing down that thick cock with practiced ease. Nigel’s head falls back and he groans, fingers threading through Adam’s hair and pushing him down as far as he’ll go.

Nigel soaks in every whimper and gagging noise that drifts out of his little angel, grinds himself against Adam’s face before pulling away again. Adam gasps in harsh breaths, eyes red and saliva dripping down his chin, but he’s not upset.

He’s been trained so well.

Nigel’s cock throbs, and he grabs it around the root and squeezes. He’s so fucking wound up, has been since this morning when he had the idea. It had been so difficult to keep to his word after they jerked off together in the living room. He spent the whole movie fighting the urge to shove Adam’s face-first onto the bed and fuck him until he screamed.

The waiting was worth it, though. He pulls Adam forward again, lightly slapping his cock against the smaller man’s cheeks before dipping the tip back between puffy lips, snarling at how Adam drags his tongue through the slit and dances it on the underside. Nigel fists his cock in light, short bursts. His foreskin drags against Adam’s lips and it feels so good his thighs shake, but he still doesn’t want to come. He pulls away, and grabs Adam around the waist to toss him onto the bed.

Adam lands with a giggle, and Nigel climbs up behind him.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Nigel will never get tired of hearing words like that out of Adam’s mouth. Especially not now. With his hair longer like this he looks even more angelic, and the bruises painted all over his body just serve to elevate that effect. It’s the contrast. The desecration.

The ownership.

“Not yet, gorgeous.”

Adam whines, and Nigel feels like he might just pass out right here. The angel is desperate and writhing for him, legs spread. So open. So vulnerable. He palms Adam’s ass, digging his fingers into creamy flesh and separating the cheeks so he can stare down at the hole he’s been inside of more times than he can count by now. An idea hits him.

He gets right back off the bed, half-running to the living room to grab his phone. When he gets back, Adam is right where he left him. Nigel navigates to the camera and presses record.

Adam turns, confusion on his face, but then it melts into a look of understanding. He bites his lip and drops his chest to the bed, reaching behind him to pull himself open for Nigel, and the camera’s, gaze. Nigel groans, light-headed with arousal quickly growing feral.

“Is this what you want?” Adam asks, voice all high and sweet. Just like Nigel likes.

“Fuck yeah it is.” Nigel says. Adam rocks his hips backward, hole opening just slightly when he does, and Nigel’s blood rushes hot in his veins. His cock throbs, and he knows if he touches it right now he’ll go off like a fucking rocket. “Oh, my god.”

Nigel pauses only to grab a near-empty bottle of lube, and moves back onto the bed. He brings the phone in closer, gets the best angle he can before pressing a dry fingertip to Adam’s entrance, tracing the rim with a gentle touch that makes Adam tremble and push back for more. Nigel dips the finger just lightly inside, cock jumping at the same time Adam’s does at how it stretches around him, all hot, tight and his.

He has ruined this boy. Adam is Nigel’s entirely. His to touch and tease and torture as he sees fit.

“Tell me what you are, darling.”

Adam looks over a bony shoulder at him, wiggles his hips.

“Yours.”

Nigel smacks Adam’s ass, watches the flesh jiggle. Saliva pools behind his teeth and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to control himself. His cock is aching, leaking precome without any stimulation other than what he’s seeing laid out before him, and Adam’s declaration.

“That’s fucking right. My little whore.”

It almost feels wrong to use such demeaning words on his angel, but that just makes him harder. There’s nothing Adam won’t let him do, nothing off-limits to Nigel.

Just how it was always supposed to be.

He shoves two fingers past Adam’s rim, feeling the hot squeeze of it as he immediately seeks out Adam’s prostate, pressing down insistently and rubbing in harsh circles. Adam moans loudly, pleasure threaded through with pain, and his thighs try to draw together, but Nigel won’t let them. He forces them to stay open and fucks his fingers in and out, drinking in all the whines and moans as they mix with the obscene squelching noises filling the air around them.

“N-Nigel! I might come, please,” Adam whines, grabbing at a pillow and burying his face in it.

“Nope, none of that, now. Come if you need but I’m going to hear those screams, one way or the other.”

Adam shoves the pillow away like it burned him. Nigel pulls his fingers out and Adam’s rim hangs open for just a moment, revealing the pink and shiny inside. Nigel makes sure to record that, too. There’s not much on the planet he loves more than seeing Adam’s perfect little hole all loose, and it’s so easy to get it that way now that Nigel has had so much time with him.

He keeps going, fingering Adam roughly and pressing his thumb against his perineum, massaging Adam’s prostate from the inside and outside at once. Adam’s balls rise, tight to his body as he endures it. One correction was enough to keep him from trying to muffle his beautiful sounds, and Nigel could weep for how well trained the boy is.

But as much as he wants to work Adam to orgasm with just his fingers, he wants something else more. He pulls his fingers away. Adam whines, frustrated.

“Turn around.”

Adam scrambles to obey, turning on his hands and knees, looking up at Nigel with open desire written across his features.

“W-what do you want me to do?”

“Tell the camera how much you love me. How glad you are that I found you, how I give you every last thing you fucking need.”

Adam swallows hard, but does as he’s told.

“I love you so much. I’m so lucky you like me, that you wanted me so bad.” He reaches between his legs as he’s talking, stroking his little cock in quick bursts. Nigel watches, entranced. It doesn’t even occur to him to tell him to stop. “Your cock is so big and it feels so good. I want it so bad. Can I have it? Please? Fuck me?”

“That’s right, baby. Perfect. You can have your reward now. Come sit on daddy’s cock.”

Adam’s expression twists into something more akin to horror than desire, but just for a split second. Nigel doesn’t notice, and he’d be too lost to lust to care if he did. He moves to lay on his back, and whatever emotion Adam was feeling must have passed, because he straddles Nigel’s hips without any hesitation. He lifts himself up and reaches beneath to guide Nigel to his entrance, then sinks down.

It feels so fucking good, and the way his features screw up when Nigel splits him open is intoxicating, and it’ll looks so good on camera too, though Nigel is quickly getting tired of handling the phone. Once Adam sinks all the way down, enveloping Nigel’s cock in that wonderful, slick heat, he presses the ‘stop’ button and tosses it to the side. They’ll just have to stage a more dedicated porn shoot later on.

He wastes no time, grabbing Adam by the hips and fucking up into him brutally. Obscene, staccato slapping sounds of his hips against Adam’s ass, and Adam falls forward, catching himself with his hands on Nigel’s chest. He tries to bounce as much as he can to meet the thrusts, little cock bobbing up and down, leaking little pulses of precome as he does. Nigel’s head falls back, eyes drifting shut and a blush blooming on his own cheeks as he loses himself in the clench of Adam’s body.

“Tell me you love me,” he grits out, even as fire pools in the base of his spine, balls tightening and hips rabbiting up in uncontrolled, animalistic desire.

“I love you,” Adam gasps. No hesitation. No doubt. “I love you. I love you.”

Nigel groans, grabs Adam by the shoulders and pulls him down so he can dig his teeth into that delicious neck, drinking it down when Adam cries out, scrabbling for purchase and pulling at Nigel’s hair.

“Please, Nigel. Come inside me. Inside me-”

The mattress squeaks and groans as Nigel pounds up into his lover’s body, uses it like it belongs to him. And it does. Moments later Nigel is coming, flooding Adam’s ass so much that it drips out around the root of his cock even as he grinds himself upward. Adam mewls, and through the haze of orgasm Nigel realizes his darling hasn’t come yet.

The next decision he makes is based entirely on instinct, an idea not wholly formed even as he’s telling Adam to pull off and come closer. Nigel’s release drips out of Adam’s hole and onto his stomach and chest as Adam moves forward and sets his cock against Nigel’s lips. Nigel licks and sucks like he needs it to survive, lips closing around the head and tongue swirling over slick, sensitive flesh.

Adam braces himself against their headboard, thighs quaking and abs flexing as he gasps “I’m gonna come.”

Then Nigel pulls back and strokes Adam once, twice, and a third time. Adam comes, fingers flexing against the wall and hips going entirely still as he paints Nigel’s sharp cheekbones with rope after rope of thick, white come. Nigel darts his tongue out to get the divine substance on his tongue, moaning openly and without shame at the taste of it.

Once it’s over, stunned, Adam falls to the side.

Nigel lays there, boneless with satisfaction.

A little while later, in the bathroom after he has finished washing his face, he looks at himself in the mirror.

It’s the same face he has always had, but this time something is different. It’s like he can see the change finding Adam has made in his life. His eyes are brighter, and he looks content like a cat lying in a sunbeam with a full belly. He grins, and goes back to the bedroom, Adam trailing behind him.

What a wonderful fucking day. Almost all of them are, now that Adam’s here. Some days are rough, particularly when Adam’s nightmares get bad, but that’s worth it for moments like this. All of it was worth it, for moments like this.

They fall asleep together, Adam chained to the bed and Nigel’s arm draped possessively over his chest.

It’s just one of many hundreds that they’ll spend this way, because Adam will never be apart from Nigel again.

This is their forever, and when Nigel wakes the next morning and kisses Adam it tastes like victory.