Page 86 of Playing His Game

“Hello,” he breathed, his dick filling in Pavlovian anticipation. Should he ask why Adam hadn’t answered his texts? Nah, that seemed needy. Better not to acknowledge it unless Adam asked.

“Hi.” After a second’s pause, Adam stepped aside and let Mo into the house.

Okay, so things were awkward. That was fair—things had changed and neither of them knew how to deal with it yet. Luckily for Adam, Mo knew how to handle awkward.

“You, Mr. Hockey, were gone way too long. I was bored. Do you know howdullmy old friends are? Not a single one can hold a decent conversation. I barely made it to midnight and wasn’t even hungover January first.”

“Wow,” Adam said dryly, mocking, but his gaze was searching.

“And my body has expectations now, you know.” He placed a hand on Adam’s chest and fluttered his lashes. “Onesyouset. Between that and the boring friends, I don’t evenwantto fuck anyone else. It’s terrible.”

“Right. No one suffers like you suffer.” The words and tilted eyebrow were right, but the tone was off, sort of strangled.

The only way out was through, or whatever. Mo looped his arms around Adam’s neck. “I do suffer. First, you fuck me so good, I wanna write poetry about your dick, and then you leave me for a week? Cruel and unusual, Adam Murphy.”

“Guess I’ll have to fix it,” Adam agreed and kissed him.

Before Mo could worry about logistics, Adam hoisted him into the air, wrapped Mo’s legs around his hips, and walked them to the bedroom.

He threw Mo onto the bed and stepped back to strip, so Mo wiggled out of his own clothes. By the time he was naked and stroking his rapidly filling cock, Adam already had lube and a condom in hand and was crawling onto the bed. Straight to business. Mo could appreciate that. He hadn’t had any part of Adam in him since Christmas. They could do lingering foreplay later.

“Fuck,” Mo gasped into his mouth when Adam pressed the first finger all the way in, right to the third knuckle. Adam knew what he could take.

Adam kept Mo’s tongue busy as he fitted one, then two and three fingers inside him. Mo tore his mouth away to gasp, “Now, sweet boy, fuck me now.”

Adam fumbled the condom but got it on. Mo spread his legs and made grabby hands—not his most seductive move, but Adam’s cock wasright there. For once, Adam didn’t obey. He grabbed Mo by the hips and flipped him onto his stomach, then kicked his way between Mo’s legs and pulled his ass up. Mo scrambled to get his knees under him.

Fuck, that was hot.

“Feeling, unh, manly and assertive—ohh.” Adam thrust in, seating himself in one smooth stroke. Mo dropped to his elbows and fisted the sheets. “Fuck, I’ll allow it.”

“You’llletme,” Adam said slowly. Mo craned his neck to try to see his face, but Adam pulled back and thrust again. Mo moaned and dropped his head forward.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like that.”

Adam wrapped his arms around Mo’s torso and hauled him up until Mo was sitting on his dick. One arm around his chest, the other holding on to a hip, Adam started to thrust.

“Jesus—so deep, in my fucking throat. Perfect, you’re so?—”

A hand clamped over his mouth, cutting off Mo’s words. What?—?

Adam should know by now that Mo’s mouth didn’t come with an off switch, especially not during sex.Especiallyespecially if Adam wasn’t going to shove his tongue or dick into it to keep it busy.

The next thrust rammed his prostate. A high-pitched whine spilled from Mo instead of the verbal praise he couldn’t get out. Adam shuddered. Oh. He wanted to hear Mo’s noises? Well, Mo could make noises. He didn’t have to fake it—though he maybe turned the volume up for effect. Who could blame him when Adam responded so beautifully even to unspoken direction?

Soon he was toppled back into the mattress, Adam’s hand still over his mouth, while he fucked Mo into the sheets.

Mo moaned and scrambled at them. He was getting lightheaded—which might be because he could only breathe through his nose.

Mo grabbed Adam’s hand, made some space so he could pant openmouthed, each of Adam’s thrusts now sending breathy “uh uh uhs” into the air.

“So noisy,” Adam panted, and fuck, Mo could hardly hear him. He shoved two of Adam’s fingers into his mouth to stopper it, to hold his tongue down while he panted. “Even gagged, you’re still loud.”

Mo could only moan his agreement as he was ridden hard into the mattress, until the combination of Adam’s dick inside him and Adam pushing Mo’s hips into the sheets had him coming, rubbing off on the bed like a horny kid.

“Okay,” Mo said minutes later once he’d found his brain cells and his tongue again, “you can be manly and aggressive whenever you want as long as it comes with orgasms like that.”

The response came a beat late, which Mo could hardly fault him for. “Oh good.” Adam’s voice was desert dry. “I was worried you weren’t enjoying yourself.”