Page 97 of The Shots You Take

Adam rolled off of him, and they both scrambled out of their pants and socks. Riley left his underwear on—boxer briefs in a vibrant floral print—so Adam did too.

“I like these,” Adam said as he gently tugged Riley’s waistband. They were both on their knees on the bed, facing each other.

“I like this,” Riley replied, running a thumb over the bulge in Adam’s black briefs.

Adam sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

Riley did it again and then leaned in to kiss Adam again. He cupped Adam in his enormous hand and began massaging him through his underwear as they kissed. Adam rocked helplessly against his palm as he lost the ability to kiss with any kind of finesse.

“Can I,” Adam panted, “touch you?”

In response, Riley took hold of Adam’s wrist and guided his hand to his cock. They both groaned when Adam made contact. Adam could think of so many things he wanted to do to Riley’s cock, but he was in real danger of coming before he could do any of them.

“So good,” Riley said.

“Yeah,” Adam agreed, because it was good. It was fucking perfect.

Still kissing, Riley guided him down until Adam was on his back. Adam wrapped his legs around Riley’s hips, pulling him closer as he ground against him.

“What do you want?” Riley murmured against his lips.

“Just keep kissing me. Don’t stop.”

Riley moaned. “I might come,” he warned.

That sent a jolt through Adam’s whole body. “Y-you wouldn’t be alone if you did.”

“Fuck, Adam.” Riley moved faster against him.

“Can I—?”

Riley didn’t need further explanation. He reached between them and tugged Adam’s waistband down, and then his own, just enough to free their erections. They both moaned in relief, and then with pleasure as their bare cocks slid together.

They gave up on kissing in favor of panting against each other. “Don’t stop,” Adam pleaded mindlessly.

“I won’t,” Riley promised. “But you’ve gotta—ah—you’ve gotta hurry.”

“I’m right there. Holy.” Adam fumbled for Riley’s hand, needing an anchor. Riley grabbed it and held him tight as Adam began to shatter apart. “Yes. Fuck. Gonna come.”

He dug the fingers of his free hand into Riley’s back as he came, shooting hard against Riley’s stomach. Distantly, he heard Riley grunt, and then he felt the hot bursts of his release against his skin.

“Fucking hell,” Adam said hoarsely.

Riley laughed, then kissed his chin. “Yeah.” He rolled off of him and lay on his side next to Adam.

“I’m a mess,” Adam said.

“Mm.” Riley dragged a finger lazily through the come on Adam’s chest. “You sound the same as you used to. When you come.”

Adam covered his face with his forearm. “Oh god.”

“No. I like it. It’s…nice.”

Adam removed his arm. “The way I sound when I come isnice?”

Riley ducked his head shyly. “The way it made me feel is nice. I missed it.”

Adam’s heart somersaulted. “Oh.” He wished he’d been paying closer attention to Riley’s orgasm. Next time, he promised himself. Because surely there would be one, right?

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