Oh, he did love this man. Connor kissed Adrian again, lingering this time. "I'll do. Now I know where the buzzer is."

  Adrian hummed a little, the sound deep, low. Wanton. Those hands were exploring him, relearning him, the touch unafraid. "Okay. You can use the buzzer."

  "Better that way." Connor rose, pushed back for half a second, his shirt sailing off to one corner as he pulled it off and tossed it. "Oh, I missed your touch."

  "I wanted to touch you, but I didn't want you to think I was just curious." Adrian cuddled right in, fingers tracing each scar, adoring his skin.

  "And I thought you'd shrink from me. We've wasted time, sweet." Grinning wildly, he touched Adrian back, hands sliding around to pull Adrian closer, to share his heat.

  "Mmm. Warm." Adrian tugged off the heavy sweater that hid that fine skin from him. "I didn't ever thank you, you know? I should have."

  "For what, sweet?" What could Adrian thank him for? He was the one who had a home now. That skin. God. He touched, traced, tickled a little.

  Soft little musical sounds sounded against his jaw, his throat. "They were going to hurt me. You came home. You stopped them."

  "But I lost the pizza." He dipped his fingers under Adrian's waistband, searching for the head of that sweet cock.

  "I can always order more pi..." Adrian sucked in, moaned low. The motion sent Adrian's cock bobbing and pushing against his fingers. "Oh."

  "Pretty. Smell good." He wanted to taste. He'd not done that before, really, always letting Adrian. Connor slid down, letting Adrian lay back, reaching to pull those soft pants down, letting him look his fill.

  "I smell like our soap." He loved how Adrian pinked, spread, moved restlessly.

  "Mmm. And like you. It's..." Addictive. He put his nose against the base of Adrian's cock and scented him, breathing deep. Connor's cock throbbed in his own trousers. He held Adrian steady with one hand, licking up all the way to the tip, the flavor hot, a little acrid.

  "Oh. Connor." Adrian was watching him, eyes wide and hot, just staring. "Again?"

  "Mmmhmm." He glanced up, met those dark eyes, tongue touching all the way back down, then up.

  It was like watching Adrian play, somehow. The long body bowed up, like Adrian was connected to his tongue. Closing his lips around the head, Connor sucked, remembering how good it felt, how it felt even better when Adrian had pushed his tongue against the slit. He did that too, just to see what would happen.

  "Connor." Adrian's shoulders left the dark nest, body curling toward him, the scent of wanting and needing suddenly stronger. "Love."

  Yes. Oh, that was wonderful, that look, that ripple. He remembered to move his hand, suddenly, pushing it up as his mouth went down. Salt-sweet drops slid onto his tongue, rich and pure, almost shocking his tongue. His eyes flew wide, his fingers tightening until Adrian moaned. Then he eased off, reaching down for Adrian's balls, weighing them.

  So soft, the skin warm and delicate and so easily hurt, and Adrian never tensed, never pulled away. Trusted him. Even now. It humbled him. Even in his ever growing world, Connor knew he would never find such trust again. He finally just closed his eyes and began moving, up and down, sucking hard.

  The low moans got louder, the music in them lost as Adrian pushed up into his lips, offering him everything, anything. Connor would have smiled if he could, but the need riding him and Adrian's thrusts made it impossible. He could touch, though, and he did, fingers sliding down to play at Adrian's hole.

  "Yes. Yes, love. Please. Close." The heavy sacs were drawn up tight, the jerks toward him rough and needy.

  If he could just...Connor breathed deep through his nose so he could take Adrian all the way in, one finger slipping right inside that unbelieveable heat. Adrian's body squeezed his finger tight and a sharp cry echoed as bitter salt heat poured into his mouth. He moaned, his own hips snapping. He just needed a little. Connor licked Adrian clean before kneeling up, tearing open his trousers.

  Adrian's eyes were bright as buttons, fastened on him. Those lips were parted and damp, hands reaching for him. All he had to do was push into those hands, the hard floor under his knees, making him wish they were in their pillows. But he didn't care. He just wanted.

  Strong and sure, Adrian's fingers wrapped around him, both hands pulling, tugging, working him. Playing him. His own sounds were like growls, deep and primal as he thrust, his muscles tight as a sailor's rope. It took no time at all for him to shoot so hard that he saw stars behind his eyes.

  He was drawn into warm arms, Adrian cradling him, wrapping around him with a little hum.

  The relief stunned him. Carefully avoiding the violin on the floor, Connor lifted Adrian and shuffled over to the array of pillows and beanbags, laying them down.

  "Mmm." Adrian pushed close, lips against his throat, boneless and warm and cuddly as a pup. "Love, yeah?"

  "Yeah. Love you." They still had a lot to talk about. A lot to work out. A door to replace.

  But now that Connor knew Adrian loved him, wanted him, needed him there, he knew that they would. He'd found himself a home. He was free.

  Free to love Adrian as long as the world would let him.

  end

  Instinctive Harmony

  Copyright © 2005 by BA Tortuga

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