CRISIS

CRISIS
Adam's Pov

I want to bottle up the picture Emerson presents right now so I'd be able to get drunk off it.

His back is arched, a beautiful curve I'd trace if my hands aren't busy. His body shakes, his sweat running down his back to the floor. Any time he turns around, his eyes hold me in place. I've never seen them like that before; pupils so blown out they swallow the green of his eyes.

And I can tell he likes what I'm doing. He answers me with moans, the rolling of hips, between his shaky breaths. It's fucking heady.

Emerson is heady.

The effects of him go straight up to my brain lightning it up like firecrackers. He's a drug, and I can see him being fucking addictive. Ironic since he's so adamant at me staying away from drugs. I can't, and I can't stay away from him.

“Please Adam,” he whines and my cock gets even harder even though I don't think it's possible.

I swallow at Emerson's pleading. He has me figuring things out about myself. I've never denied anyone this much, keeping them so close to the edge without stopping, but with Emerson I want to look at him balanced on that knife's edge for as long as I can keep him there. Or before I burst in my pants.

Besides, I really do need to know if he's loose enough. I don't want to fucking hurt him, at least not in the way he won't like.

I add an extra finger into Emerson, moving the three of them in sync to Emerson's moans. Emerson is so warm, so pliant, I don't know how much more I can take.

Not much, it turns out.

When he turns back to glance at me with those eyes, I decide that I've teased him enough for my own sanity. “You wanna cum, baby?”

His eyes widen like he's resigned himself to a life like this and he nods so quickly, his hair falls into his face. I've quickly found that Emerson can be the most adorable thing while asking for his pleasure.

I surge forward, going a bit faster so I hit his spot just as I begin tug on his cock, hard. I know he won't mind that, the slight pain that will follow.

I'm right. It only takes a few seconds more.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head against the ground. Emerson body jerks, and splashes of cum fall on the floor in front of us, also wetting my hand. I hold him on to him as his body goes lax.

God, I'm so aroused I could just lick him.

So I do. I place my tongue against his neck, the salt of his sweat stinging my taste buds as I lick all the way up to his lips.

Emerson pants into my mouth as our tongues touch and I slide my hands into his hair. I kiss him, devour him, while his pace is unhurried. He lets me take what I want, my cock pressed against his ass.

Emerson disengages and places his forehead against mine, panting. My heart beats erratically as I stare at him, eyes closed, tangled in my arms. He's just so fucking pretty and seeing him this way; eyes glistening, body limp from his orgasm I feel my cock begining to leak

He opens his eyes, slowly blinking at me, and I can't wait any longer.

I make sure he's somewhat steady before I let go of him to unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down. All sound is suddenly drowned out by my heartbeat. I can't wait to sink into him. To feel him clench around my cock the way he clenched around my fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says droopily, his green eyes focused on me as he tried to take deep breaths. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

My cock jumps, as if seeking him out itself with all the time I'm wasting. I nod, and Emerson arches his back again, head to the floor.

I yank a pillow down from my bed and he chuckles as I place it under his head. With the way I'm feeling, he might need it.

He's barely balanced on it before I place my hand flat on his back in that delicious arch. “Ready?”

“Fuck yes. I've been ready for a while.”

A grin breaks out over my face as I kiss his tattoo just before I sink into him.

We groan in unison. Tight wet heat encompasses my cock as I plunge more of myself inside of him. Waves of pleasure rush straight up to my brain, shots of my very own brand of drug.

When I bottom out, pressed tightly against his spot, Emerson lets out a strangled moan that sounds like it's too much and not enough at the same time.

I wanted to hear it again, over and over again.

I pull back until only the tip of my cock rests against his hole. I hold myself still, as I take a moment to breathe. I can't make a sound, it's stuck in my throat. Emerson is all I see, all I feel, all I smell and I fucking love it.

Then I snap my hips forward, the squelch of our flesh echoing across the room, mixed in with Emerson pants and moans.

I’m fucking him. I'm fucking Emerson.

The only thoughts I have now is that there's actually no one else I’d rather have my cock buried in right now. He's become so entwined in me. I want to tie him down to the bed so I can have him all to myself. I’d feed him, and give him orgasms and make him happy.

A shiver trickled down my spine alongside the sweat in the direction my thoughts are going. That's crazy, that's fucking crazy and it worries me even more that I'm not joking. If he'd let me, I’d do it. I'd find a way to make it work.

After this, after being balls deep in his hole, I can't just tell him I want nothing to do with him. That's a lie, one that would hurt both of us.

I'm not going to do it. I
want to keep him, I want him so fucking bad.

What am I going to do?