by Heart, D. J.
David grit his teeth, trying to keep himself from flying apart. He didn’t have it in him to beg for more.
He couldn’t.
“Ask daddy to make it bigger,” Adam repeated. He let go of the pump and found David’s balls, wrapping his fist around them and squeezing.
David bucked, his trapped legs shaking, and started to cry. Great big heaving sobs wracked his body as he endured Adam’s torment.
And still his cock was hard.
“You think a few tears are going to make me be nice?” Adam asked, twisting his hand and yanking David’s balls away from his body.
“Make it bigger, daddy!” David screamed, the pain shooting up his groin like he was being stabbed.
Adam let go, patting his thigh approvingly. “That’s my boy. I’ll fill your slutty cock to bursting, don’t you worry.”
He grabbed the pump, squeezing down slowly and making the rod inside David’s cock grow even thicker.
“I can’t!” David cried, trying to rock from side to side so that he could dislodge the horrible thing inside of him.
“You can,” Adam insisted, pumping more air into the sound.
David didn’t know what happened. One minute he was crying and trying to get away, and the next he felt like he was waking up from a dream. His cock still felt sore and awful, but the horrible fullness was gone.
Blinking, he realized that his head was in Adam’s lap and that his arms and legs had been untied.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“You passed out,” Adam said, looking not even a little worried. He stroked David’s cheek with the back of his hand, fingers moving down to scratch under his jaw. “I guess it was a bit too much for you.”
“You put an inflatable sound into my cock,” David said, tasting the words.
“And when I turned on the vibrations you fainted,” Adam said, still stroking him.
“You’re evil,” David said, leaning into the touch. “That was the most horrible thing I’ve ever felt.”
Adam just grinned. “Did you like it?”
Closing his eyes, David nodded. God help him, but he’d loved it. It was too much and not enough. The tenderness of the pain Adam had inflicted was exquisite.
“I’m fucked up.” David couldn’t bring himself to be too upset about that.
“I like that you’re fucked up,” Adam said, grinning down at him. “Now, are you ready for more?”
David stared up at him with horror, and Adam laughed. “I’m just kidding. We’re done for tonight.”
David shifted his body up, turning around and burrowing his face into Adam’s lap and breathing in the comforting scent of his body.
“Pet my hair,” David demanded, making himself comfortable. Adam chuckled, obliging him.
David couldn’t imagine anywhere he’d rather be.
7
Adam
Adam still hadn’t come, and David lying with his face practically cuddled up against his cock was only making him harder.
“Mouth on my cock,” Adam commanded, pushing David’s head slightly to the left so that his mouth came to rest right next to where the head of his cock was trapped under his singlet.
He didn’t need to tell David what to do. Without prompting, David opening his mouth and started sucking on Adam’s cockhead through the stretchy lycra, tongue lapping at the ridge of his crown with eager little licks.
“That’s it,” Adam growled, stroking David’s hair softly. “That’s my good boy.”
He had been surprised when David passed out, not realizing that he was that close to his limit. In hindsight, however, it wasn’t surprising. David was still new to sounding, and the session Adam had subjected him to had been extremely unforgiving.
David pushed his hand up between Adam’s legs, groping and feeling his way, finding Adam’s balls and fondling them gently as he worked his cock with his mouth.
It was just what Adam needed to get over the edge. Letting out a small grunt, Adam started to come, hand fisting in David’s hair and holding him in place as his load pumped out of his cock and made a mess of his singlet.
David’s sucking intensified, like he wanted to suck every drop of come through the stretchy fabric and into his mouth, licking and tasting like a greedy little pig.
“Love how slutty you are, David,” Adam said, reaching into his singlet and finding his cock. He milked the last few drops of come from his orgasm into his palm, rubbing over his sensitive cockhead and making himself shiver with pleasure. Withdrawing his hand he pressed it up against David’s face, smearing the sticky liquid into his face.
David turned his cheek into Adam’s palm, chasing his fingers with his mouth. Feeling generous, Adam moved his fingers past David’s lips, letting him suckle to his heart’s content.
* * *
When the stickiness in his singlet went from feeling dirty and hot to just dirty and uncomfortable, Adam pushed David out of his lap and rose to his feet.
“Come on,” he said, bending down and hoisting David up onto his shoulder. “Time for a shower.”
David’s only response was to reach down and pat Adam’s ass, making a pleased little sound as he did so.
Adam helped David into the shower, washing him down and paying extra attention to his sensitive cock, and when they got out he made sure that David peed.
It was always a good idea to rinse out the urethra after playing with it. The last thing they wanted was a UTI.
Climbing into bed, dried off and perfectly relaxed, Adam lay down on his back and lifted his arm for David to come rest his head on his chest.
“So what’s the verdict?” Adam asked once David had made himself comfortable.
“Loved it,” David mumbled, hand resting on Adam’s pectoral, fingers gently brushing over his nipple.
“Even the inflatable sound?” Adam asked, his nipple hardening and making his cock rise up and tent the sheets over them.
“Holy fuck, yeah.” David grinned up at him. “I can’t believe something that awful can feel good. It felt like you were tearing my fucking dick open.”
“That’s the idea,” Adam said, moving his hand to David’s hair and petting him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Yeah,” David mumbled, falling quiet.
They lay like that for a few minutes, David’s head rising and falling with the movement of Adam’s chest. It was David who broke the silence.
“By the way, my mom wants to know if we want to add anyone to the guestlist.” David looked up at him. “And she wants you to give the name and contact info of your best man to the planner.”
“All right,” Adam said. “Last time I checked everyone I wanted to be there was on the list. What about you?”
“Same,” David answered. He went back to playing with Adam’s nipple. “Have you asked anyone to be your best man?”
“My friend Derek,” Adam said, putting his hand over David’s to stop him from teasing his nipple further. He was getting sore. “I asked him a while ago. What about you?”
“I asked Misha today.” David tried to pull his hand back, but Adam held it fast. “He’s planning a bachelor party in Vegas this weekend.”
“In Vegas?”
Adam didn’t like the sound of that. David had enough trouble staying out of trouble when he was at home. In a city that was pretty much built to facilitate an endless party David could get into some real trouble.
“Yeah, why?” David didn’t sound like he considered it to be a problem.
“Nothing,” Adam said. “Just don’t let it get out of hand.”
“Or what?” David asked, grinning rebelliously. “Not like you can punish me if I’m all the way in Vegas.”
Adam grabbed him by the hair and lifted his neck for a kiss. He tightened his hold on David’s hair, tugging painfully.
“I’d find a way, baby. Don’t worry about that.”
David kept on grinning and Adam kissed him again.
He wasn’t kidding. If
David thought for one second that what happened in Vegas would stay in Vegas, he’d have another thing coming.
Adam would make sure of it.
***
1
David
It was a beautiful morning.
David curled his fingers around his glass of orange juice, relaxing back into his chair as the early morning sun lit up the kitchen in a gentle golden hue. It wasn’t often that David got up in time to see the apartment bathed in the glow of sunrise, and it was almost pretty enough to make him want to do it more often.
He watched his fiancé seated across from him on the other side of the kitchen table. The light caught Adam’s face, highlighting his cheekbones, his jaw casting a shadow on his throat as he glared intensely down at the screen of his phone.
He was gorgeous, and David couldn’t stop staring.
“I’m having lunch with my mom today.”
David waited for Adam to look up from his phone and respond to the comment, his fingers tracing the condensation along the rim of his glass.
“That’s nice,” Adam said, gaze fixed where it was. He was dressed for work in a navy blue suit, the cut just fitted enough that you could see the bulge of his biceps when he moved his arms, and with his freshly shaved face and slicked back hair he looked like a Tom of Finland character.
“I guess,” David said, dipping his finger into his juice and tasting it. Normally a move like that would have Adam’s eyes glued to his mouth, followed closely by Adam pushing him to his knees fucking into his throat, but today… nothing.
“I’m not sure what she wants to talk about,” David said, finger back on the rim of the glass, tracing it in lazy circles. He was tired, and with Adam not paying attention to him he wondered why he’d bothered getting up.
Adam hummed, a low sound that said both that he’d heard what David had said, while also conveying quite clearly that he wasn’t listening.
“Probably the wedding,” David mused. He hoped it was the wedding. Anything else was likely to be the kind of conversation that left him feeling like a massive failure and a horrible disappointment.
He loved his mother – that was never in doubt – but talking to her always made him feel like a loser. She didn’t say it, but he knew that she thought that he should have accomplished more with his life, and it was uncomfortable to be faced with that silent judgement every time they met.
David didn’t want to think about that, though.
“How are your negotiations in Japan going?” he asked, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table. He was determined to have a conversation with Adam before he headed off to work.
The question made Adam look up, and from his expression you’d think that he’d just seen a dog stand up on two legs and sing Happy Birthday.
After his conversation with his mother a few days ago David had been meaning to ask Adam about his work, wanting to take an interest in his life outside of their relationship, but it never felt natural, and every time he’d thought about asking he’d hesitated.
Now he felt stupid and he wished he’d kept his mouth shut.
“Good. Why do you ask?”
Adam sounded suspicious, and David didn’t have a clue as to why.
“My mother mentioned something about it,” David said, shrugging and trying to act casual. He was embarrassed, and the fact that he didn’t understand Adam’s reaction was making him feel like an idiot.
“Tell your mother they’re going fine.”
Adam’s tone was final, his attention turning back to his phone. It was a clear dismissal and David frowned. Nothing he’d said warranted Adam’s tone, and to be dismissed like a child was infuriating.
After a moment of thinking about it, David decided that he was offended.
“Tell her yourself,” he said, far too late and more aggressive than he’d intended. Pushing his plate away, he rose to his feet.
“Excuse me?” Adam said, putting his phone down and giving David a stern look.
Usually Adam in dom mode would make David swoon, but this time it hardly registered. He stepped away from the table.
“Never mind,” David said, taking his glass and empty plate and carrying it over to the sink.
“No, not never mind. You don’t take that tone with-”
“I’m really not in the mood,” David said, cutting Adam off mid sentence. He dropped the dishes into the sink with a noisy clatter, and before Adam could marshal a response he left the room with every intention of going back to bed.
Adam caught up with him in the hallway, grabbing him by the arm and pushing him up against the wall with a hard shove.
“Do you want to try that again, maybe?” Adam growled, grabbing David’s chin and holding his face in a bruising grip. When David tried to wrench his head away, Adam squeezed tighter.
David saw red. He was angry, and not at all in the mood for Adam’s games.
“Get off me,” he growled, pushing Adam away. He rubbed his sore jaw, glaring at Adam. “I told you I’m not in the fucking mood for that shit.”
Adam stumbled back, and for a second he looked like he was about to charge, but then he relaxed his shoulders and took a small step back instead.
The small de-escalation sent a wave of relief through David. If Adam had actually tried to fight him – if he’d gotten physical – David knew that he wouldn’t have stood a chance.
“What’s going on here?” Adam asked, crossing his arms and staring at David. He looked like a stern principal talking to a delinquent student. Normally David would have been all over that, but he was still too angry to find it anything but annoying.
“What’s going on is that you were a douchebag for absolutely no reason,” David said, letting his anger show while trying to clamp down how hurt Adam’s dismissal had made him feel. “And now I’m fucking pissed at you.”
“How was I a douchebag?” Adam asked, the warning clear in his tone.
“Well, first of all you woke me up to have breakfast with you, and then you ignored me. And then when I asked you a perfectly normal question about your job you bit my fucking head off.”
Adam’s brows lifted, like he was surprised that David actually had specific complaints about his behavior.
“I’m sorry,” Adam said, putting his hand on David’s shoulder and squeezing – nicely, this time. “I did want you to have breakfast with me, I just got distracted with an email from work.”
“And biting my head off?” David challenged, not at all ready to forgive Adam his boorish behavior.
His jaw fucking hurt.
“You just caught me off guard.” Adam shrugged, giving David’s shoulder another little squeeze before pulling his hand away.
David wasn’t buying it.
“Did you think I was spying for my mother?” he asked, crossing his arms and taking a small step away. With the wall at his back, that meant moving sideways. Adam angled his body so that they were still face to face, but he didn’t move closer.
“Maybe?” Adam said, lifting his arm and rubbing the back of his neck. He looked sheepish.
“What about me has ever given you the impression that I would spy on you for my mom?” David demanded. “Why would she even ask me to spy on you? Isn’t the whole point of this marriage that we’re merging the family businesses anyway?”
“It was stupid,” Adam said, still sheepish and self-deprecating. “I’m sorry. I was distracted and in a bad mood and I took it out on you. Will you forgive me?”
David had never seen Adam try a puppy dog expression, and it was surprisingly effective. He repressed a smile, rolled his eyes, and nodded.
“Sure. I forgive you.”
Adam grinned, cocky and wide, and stepped forward to pull David in for a kiss. He reached up and held David’s jaw again, but this time his grip was gentle. Their lips touched and David opened his mouth to accept the gentle probing of Adam’s tongue.
When Adam pulled away David was breathless and feeling much better.
&n
bsp; “Why did you stop?” he asked, chasing Adam’s mouth shamelessly.
Adam kissed him again, a quick peck followed by a small smile. “I’m late for work.”
“So? You’re the boss,” David said, grabbing Adam by the lapels of his suit jacket and trying to pull him back for more. “You can be late if you want.”
“Now that doesn’t set a very good example,” Adam chastised, peeling David’s fingers off his jacket. He held his hands at bay, thumbs pressing into David’s palms, exerting control and making David feel all fluttery. His voice dipped low. “Does it?”
“I guess not,” David mumbled.
“How about we have some fun tonight?” Adam said, still holding David’s hands and pushing them back and up until they were pinned against the wall. “Maybe you could wear your new football uniform?”
David licked his lips, swallowing noisily. “Maybe,” he croaked.
“It’s a plan,” Adam leaned in and kissed him again, wet and domineering, and when he pulled away David let out an embarrassing whine.
Adam still held his hands pinned to the wall, staring down at him with a sexy smirk. “And David?”
“Mhm?” David mumbled, feeling boneless.
“No touching yourself until tonight, yeah?”
David’s gut clenched and his cock got harder.
“Yes, sir.”
Adam pressed his thumbs painfully into David’s palms. “What was that?” he asked, voice dipping into a growl. He leaned down and scraped his teeth over David’s jaw.
“Yes, daddy,” David corrected himself, his cock nearly erupting when Adam pressed his thigh between his legs and ground into it.
“Good boy,” Adam said, removing his thigh seconds before David came in his pants. He released David’s hands and stepped back, looking unfairly unruffled and hot in his sexy suit. He traced David’s lip with his thumb, teasing him before pulling. “I’ll see you tonight.
“See you,” David mumbled, watching as Adam turned and walked away.