The plane ticket sits on the counter, the time printed in sharp, inarguable numbers. Adam looks at it, then at Noah.
Noah isn’t watching him. He’s curled up on the couch, knees drawn to his chest, wearing one of Adam’s old sweatshirts. His face is turned toward the window, his fingers tracing idle patterns into the fabric covering his thighs.
Adam knows that Noah is thinking about the cage. Knows that Noah is thinking about the fact that, for the first time, Adam will be leaving while he is locked. He had waited until Noah had fully accepted the cage, until it had become part of the quiet, inevitable rhythm between them. Only then had Adam told him about the trip.
A business conference. A simple thing. Just a few days. But they both knew that wasn’t all it was. It was a space where Noah would be alone with his body, without Adam there to pull him back into place.
Adam watches him, watches the way he shifts in his seat, restless, as if still adjusting to the feeling of being held, controlled, contained. He could say something to reassure him. Could offer soft words, promises. But that’s not what Noah needs.
Instead, he crosses the room, placing a steady hand on the back of Noah’s neck, grounding him. He feels Noah exhale, his body leaning into the touch before he even realizes he’s doing it.
Adam squeezes gently, an unspoken reminder. You’re still mine. Even when I’m not here. Noah doesn’t move for a long moment. Then, finally, he tilts his chin up, looking at Adam. His mouth parts, but he doesn’t speak.
Adam lifts a brow. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Noah hesitates, then exhales through his nose, dropping his gaze.
“I don’t know. It’s… different when you’re here.”
Adam hums in acknowledgment, thumb tracing slow circles at the nape of Noah’s neck.
“I know.”
A pause. Then, softer:
“I want you to be good for me.”
Noah shivers, barely perceptible, but Adam catches it.
“I will,” he murmurs. And Adam knows it’s true.
Still, Noah looks unsettled. Not unwilling—just uncertain.
Adam kneels beside him, making sure Noah’s eyes are on him, making sure this moment is held between them.
“You trust me?”
Noah nods, immediate.
“You trust yourself?”
Noah hesitates.
Adam doesn’t look away. “You don’t have to enjoy it every second. That’s not what this is about.” His voice is low, deliberate. “You just have to feel it.”
Noah swallows, something shifting behind his expression. He nods again, slower this time. Adam leans in, presses his lips just above Noah’s ear.
“Good.”
He doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t need to. Noah closes his eyes, breathing him in. Adam stays there for a long moment before finally pulling away.
Noah stands near the doorway, arms wrapped around himself. Adam moves through the apartment with an unhurried efficiency—checking his bag, pocketing his keys, fastening the leather strap of his watch.
Noah watches him in silence, his pulse an unsteady rhythm beneath his skin. He should say something. Something normal. Safe. Have a good trip. See you soon. But the words don’t come. Adam steps closer, stopping in front of him.
“You’re thinking too much,” Adam murmurs, tilting his chin up with two fingers. His touch is gentle but firm, his eyes sharp and knowing.
Noah exhales, forcing a weak smile. “It’s just a few days.”
Adam studies Noah’s face for a moment, then reaches down, fingers brushing over the cage through sweatpants, just enough to remind them both of what’s underneath. The lock is snug against Noah’s body, its presence a quiet, constant restraint.
“You’ll be good for me?” Adam asks, low and even.
Noah swallows, his stomach tightening at the question, the weight of what it means. “Yes.”
Adam nods, seemingly satisfied. He leans in, pressing a kiss to Noah’s forehead, lingering just long enough to make Noah’s breath catch. When he pulls away, there’s a softness in his expression, something unspoken but understood.
“Call me if you need me,” Adam says.
Noah nods, but they both know that’s not how this works. Adam steps back, grabbing his bag, adjusting the strap over his shoulder. The distance between them feels sharp, immediate. Noah clenches his fingers into his sleeves, forcing himself to stay still.
Adam lingers at the door, looking back at him one last time.
“Be good, baby girl.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and Noah stands in the entryway of his apartment, unmoving. The silence presses against his ears. He walks toward the bedroom,.
The lock between his legs feels heavier now, as though Adam’s absence has made it more real. He shifts slightly, the snug steel pressing against him with every movement. He had promised to keep it on, had agreed when Adam fastened it into place with steady hands and soft words. Now, alone, the weight of obedience is his to carry.
Later that night, as Noah moves through his evening routine, he wants to touch himself. He can’t. The denial settles deep, not just in his body but in his mind. The ache of it isn’t new, but it feels sharper now, the days ahead stretching out in front of him like something insurmountable. He curls into himself, clutching a pillow, seeking warmth that isn’t there.
He should feel alone. But he doesn’t. Because Adam is still here. Not in the room, not in touch, but in every part of him that is bound to Adam. Adam is inside his body, inside his mind.
The bathroom is thick with steam, the mirror fogging over as Noah steps beneath the hot spray. His skin prickles at the heat, his breath slow as the water washes over him.
And then, he sees it—the small, folded piece of fabric Adam had tucked into his bag before leaving. At the time, Noah had laughed, unsure if it was meant as a joke or a test. But now, as he unfolds the bright pink thong bathing suit, the meaning is clear. Adam had chosen this for him. Specifically for him.
Noah slides it up his legs, the high-cut fabric hugging his hips, pressing snugly against the lock. The cage is held flush against him, secured and unmistakable, the thong tucking everything neatly away. It’s restrictive. But it’s also comforting. Even here, alone, Adam has shaped him. The thong forces him into awareness, into stillness. He presses his forehead against the tile, breath unsteady. His thighs clench, his fingers gripping at nothing, a quiet moan slipping past his lips before he forces himself to stop.
He takes it off after the shower—it’s only for bathing, only for this moment—but the feeling lingers. The way Adam’s control remains, even without him here.
The sheets are tangled around his legs, his body restless, too warm, too wound up. Noah shifts, his fingers pressing against the cool steel of the lock, his breath catching at the contrast of temperature against his overheated skin. The ache is constant now, simmering beneath his skin, refusing to fade.
He thinks about Adam. Not just about being with him, but about his body. The broad expanse of his chest, the thick muscle of his thighs, the coarse hair, the solid weight of him. The sheer size of him compared to Noah. The way Adam’s hand could wrap fully around Noah’s wrist, his waist—his throat.
He wonders if Adam is hard right now. If he’s alone in a hotel room, thinking about Noah. If Adam’s hand is wrapped around his big fat penis, firm and unrestrained, while Noah is here, locked up, aching.
Noah whimpers into his pillow, squeezing his thighs together, knowing it won’t help, knowing it will only make it worse. But this is what Adam wants. Noah remembers something he said:
I want the penis. I want the pain.
And that makes it good. That makes it right. Because Noah wants it, too. He wants to belong to Adam, even from miles away.
In his dream, Adam is there. Not far away, not unreachable—here. Close. Grounded. Real. Noah doesn’t know where they are, only that he is sitting on Adam’s lap, his body warm and pliant against him. Adam’s hands are on him, firm and certain, undoing the lock with slow, deliberate movements.
The release is instant—his body feels open, weightless. Adam palms him, fingers wrapping around Noah’s small, delicate cocklet. His voice is deep, thick with certainty.
This isn’t a real cock.
Noah shudders. Adam’s grip is light, almost absentminded, like he’s considering something. Then he hums, his breath warm against Noah’s ear.
It’s your clit, sweetheart.
Noah gasps.
And it needs to be protected.
Adam relocks him. The finality of it clicks into place, settling deep inside Noah. And then Adam presses a kiss to his forehead. Noah wakes gasping.
The hotel room was still, save for the dull hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the bed frame as Adam shifted his weight. The hotel room felt too empty without Noah. He needed to feel him, own him, fill him up again.
You’re mine, Noah. My girl with a sweet, smooth pussy.
Adam stood before the full-length mirror, completely naked, his breath slow and measured, his body thrumming with need. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast deep shadows over his muscles, accentuating the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the strong cut of his thighs. And then—his cock.
Thick. Heavy. Proud. It stood tall and rigid, pulsing with its own heat, veins thick and bulging beneath the skin, the swollen head deep red, already slick at the tip.
Adam’s mouth curved slightly, a smile of pride. Because it felt good to be this big. To stand here, looking at his own reflection, knowing what he had. A cock like his… it meant something.
It meant Noah.
His jaw tightened, his body tightening along with it as he imagined the way Noah always reacted, wide-eyed, breathless, trembling as he took in the sheer size of him.
Fuck, Adam… it’s huge… I can’t believe I get to have this…
His cock twitched at the memory. Noah loved his size. Noah worshipped his size.
I don’t need a cock, Adam… you have the only one that matters…
Adam exhaled sharply through his nose, the muscles in his thighs flexing.
Noah had whispered those words before, soft, awed, overwhelmed.
Because it was true. There was only one cock in their relationship. His. Noah didn’t need one. Noah was made for something else entirely.
Adam wanted to stroke his cock so bad, to give himself even the slightest relief. But he didn’t.He could imagine Noah on his knees, looking up at him, lips parted, eyes full of devotion.
It’s so thick, Adam… so heavy… I love how your penis feels in my hands…
His cock jerked at the thought, standing even harder, veins throbbing.
No one else has a boner like this, Adam… so fat… so perfect… made for breeding me, made to stretch me open…
He swallowed hard, his breath rough, his restraint thinning.
I can barely wrap my fingers around it… fuck, Adam, it’s so much… but I love it, I love it, I need it inside me…
God, he could see it. Feel it.
You’re so fucking big, Adam… I can feel your boner in my throat when you’re inside me…
A low growl rumbled in Adam’s chest. He clenched his fists, every muscle in his body burning with restraint. Because Noah’s mouth was his. His pussy was his. His pleasure was his. And he wanted to grab Noah’s hips, pull him close, bury himself inside his tight, perfect pussy, hear him whimper as Adam’s cock stretched him open, filled him completely.
You don’t need a cock, baby. You have me.
His cock twitched violently, his restraint wearing thin.
I don’t need one, Adam… I don’t… not when I have yours…
He imagined Noah spread open beneath him, body pliant, mouth gasping as Adam thrust deep inside, owning every inch of him.
You’re made for me, Noah… this pussy is made for my cock.
The need was overwhelming. His breath caught, his whole body shaking, pulsing, desperate.
Fuck, I need to fuck.
It would be so easy to stroke himself, to push himself over the edge, to finish right now. But he didn’t.
Because he’d made a promise. His seed belonged to Noah. Only Noah’s mouth. Only Noah’s pussy. Not anywhere else. Adam gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with restraint.
I can feel you dripping inside me, Adam… filling me up so deep… I love your cock… I love how it owns me…
He groaned low and rough, his fingers digging into the edge of the bathroom counter. So fucking close. So close to breaking. But he held it back. Because when he got home, Noah would take it all.
The apartment was quiet when Adam stepped inside, the kind of stillness that settled deep into the walls when a place had been empty for too long. He dropped his bags by the door, rolling his shoulders. His body ached.
The air felt different now. His space, but without Noah’s presence, it felt like something essential had been stripped from it. He exhaled, slow and deep. Noah wasn’t here yet.
He unbuttoned his shirt,his briefs followed, and when he stepped under the stream of hot water, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
The water was scorching, rolling over his muscles, soaking into the tension that had knotted along his spine. He pressed his palms against the tile, letting the heat seep in, letting his body adjust to being back.
He bowed his head, water running in thick rivulets down his chest, following the carved lines of his abdomen. He was aware, distantly, of the weight between his legs, his cock thickening slightly with the thought of Noah.
Days apart, and it had left him restless, hungry in a way that wasn’t just about sex. It was about the way Noah fit into him, wrapped around him, the way his body reacted to Adam’s presence, the way he softened under his touch. The way he belonged.
He inhaled sharply, fingers twitching against the tile. He needed—
And then, the air shifted. Adam didn’t hear the shower door at first. He was too lost in the water, in the weight of his own thoughts.
And then cool air licked at his skin. His head lifted, water dripping from his hair, running down the sharp cut of his jaw. He turned slightly—
Noah stood at the threshold of the shower, bathed in steam, nothing on his body except for that pink swimming thong Adam had left behind.
Adam didn’t move.
His gaze dragged over him, taking in the smoothness of his thighs, the gentle curve of his waist, the fabric hugging his hips, tucking him neatly away. His skin was flushed from the warmth of the bathroom, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in quiet anticipation.
Something inside Adam tightened, dark and possessive. His cock twitched, thickening instantly, responding before he could stop it.
Noah didn’t speak. Didn’t move. He just stepped inside. Water cascaded over his bare shoulders, running down his stomach, over the thong that clung to his hips. He didn’t reach for Adam. Didn’t say a word.
They just stood there, inches apart, steam swirling between them, the weight of the past few days pressing in—everything unspoken, everything deeply understood.
And then, slowly, Adam reached out. His fingers traced the pink neoprene at Noah’s hip, his touch light, reverent. He let his knuckles skim across the fabric, the heat between them simmering, deep and slow.
And then Adam’s voice, low and steady, barely above the rush of the water—
"You wore it," he murmurs, his voice low, pleased.
Noah nods once, eyes dipping down. They both glance at Adam’s cock, hard and full, standing proudly between them. Noah turns away first, facing the spray of water. Adam watches, transfixed.
The thin pink string disappears between Noah’s smooth globes, splitting him perfectly, stretching the lips of his pussy just slightly. The water makes the fabric cling, emphasizing the soft curves of his body, his skin flawless, glistening.
Noah reaches for the body oil, his fingers wrapping around the glass bottle. He pours a generous amount into his palm, warming it between his hands before smoothing it over his skin. His movements are slow, deliberate.
Adam watches, breath shallow, cock throbbing in time with Noah’s touch. Neither of them speak. Noah turns slowly, facing Adam again. He pours more oil into his hands, rubbing them together. Then, wordlessly, he reaches out, his slick fingers finding Adam’s cock.
A slow, careful touch. Reverent. Adam’s breath shudders out of him. His hands twitch at his sides but he doesn’t move, doesn’t break the spell. Noah’s fingers glide over the length of him, oiling him carefully, coating every inch with slow, deliberate strokes. His thumbs smooth over the thick head, pressing slightly, spreading the warmth.
Adam groans, deep and low, his jaw going tight. Noah keeps going, his hands steady, his expression unreadable. Steam swirls around them, water still running, but neither of them notice. There is only this.
Adam can’t stop staring at Noah. His oiled-up body gleams, every inch of him soft and glowing. The sheen catches the curves of his chest, his stomach, the slight definition of his thighs as they shift. His nipples are hard and flushed, his breath coming shallow as he keeps his rhythm. Adam’s cock throbs in his hands.
The thin pink thong strains against him, the damp fabric clinging to his skin. Adam’s gaze drags down. The cage. The thong. The way the string disappears between his cheeks, sinking into his pussy.
Adam grabs Noah’s wrists, gently but firmly, pulling his hands away from his aching cock. Noah gasps softly, his oiled fingers twitching in the empty air as Adam guides his arms behind his back. Adam’s voice is thick, low, heavy with restraint.
“Turn around.”
Noah’s bare chest presses against the cool, wet tile. Adam’s cock is hot, hard, and full between them, pressing against the small of Noah’s back. His massive hands run down Noah’s arms, then his waist, smoothing over his oiled skin. Adam grips Noah’s hips, tilting him slightly forward.
Noah whimpers, thighs trembling. Adam hooks his fingers under the delicate pink string, lifting it up, then dragging it—slowly, deliberately—out from between Noah’s soft, oiled globes.
Noah shudders, sucking in a sharp breath. The thin thong settles against the roundness of his ass, leaving his slick, pink pussy completely exposed. The cage is tight and aching, Noah’s little clit straining, untouched.
Adam positions himself. The thick head of his cock presses against Noah’s hole, hot and leaking, slipping against the soft, oil-slicked skin. Adam inhales deeply.
Then, with aching slowness, he pushes in. Noah gasps, eyes fluttering shut. Adam fills him—every thick, stretching inch sinking deeper, deeper.
Noah’s walls pulse, gripping Adam’s cock instinctively, his entire body surrendering. His cheek presses against the tile, mouth open, moaning softly as Adam doesn’t stop—won’t stop—until he’s buried completely inside.
Adam grunts, voice rough and trembling.
“That’s it. Take all of me.”
Noah shivers, his knees weak. Adam grinds forward slightly, letting him feel it—every ridge, every pulse, every thick, throbbing inch inside his pussy. Noah whimpers, breath ragged.
Adam leans in, breath hot against Noah’s ear.
“So tight, baby. So perfect.”
Noah moans, his caged clit twitching uselessly, completely untouched, completely overwhelmed. Adam stays there, buried deep, letting Noah feel every part of him, every ounce of his ownership. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he begins to move.
Adam sets the pace, slow and deliberate, each stroke a deep, languid glide that makes Noah shudder against the tile. His strong hands grip Noah’s hips, holding him firmly, anchoring him as he takes him apart piece by piece.
Noah whimpers, his body molding against the cool shower wall, the oil making everything slick, effortless. The heat of Adam’s cock inside him is overwhelming, stretching him open, filling him completely. Each thrust nudges deeper, pressing against that perfect, aching spot inside him, making his knees threaten to buckle.
Adam grunts low in his throat, his breath ragged. His broad chest presses against Noah’s back now, his strong arms caging Noah in as he rolls his hips forward, pushing in to the hilt, making sure Noah feels every inch.
“You missed me,” Adam breathes against Noah’s ear, his voice a deep rasp.
Noah’s fingers twitch against the tile, his breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.
“Yes,” he whispers.
Adam smirks against his shoulder, his teeth grazing the damp skin there. “Say it.”
“I—” Noah moans as Adam thrusts deep, dragging against his sensitive walls. “I missed you.”
Adam hums in approval, his grip tightening. “You waited for me like a good girl.”
Noah nods frantically, his legs trembling. The cage is tight, pressing against him, a constant, beautiful ache. His little clit is untouched, but the pleasure is overwhelming, consuming. Adam is inside him, stretching him, and that’s all that matters.
Adam’s rhythm changes, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. His heavy balls slap against Noah’s thighs with each roll of his hips, the obscene sound echoing through the steamy shower.
He watches, entranced, as his cock disappears into Noah’s slick pussy, stretching him wide around his thick length.
“You take me so well,” Adam groans, voice rough with restraint. He grips Noah’s hips harder, pulling him back onto his cock. “Made for this. Made for me.”
Noah whimpers, his cheek pressed against the tile, his entire body trembling.
Adam growls low in his throat, his thrusts turning relentless. He pulls Noah up, wrapping one strong arm around his waist, lifting him slightly so that his feet barely graze the floor. Noah gasps, helpless in Adam’s hold as he’s bounced effortlessly on his cock.
“Fuck,” Adam groans, his grip tightening. “So fucking perfect.”
Noah’s hands clutch at Adam’s wrist, his body surrendering entirely. He lets himself be held, lets himself be used, lets Adam take what’s his. Adam tilts Noah’s head to the side, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin beneath his ear.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
Noah’s breath stutters, his voice a broken whisper. “You.”
Adam groans, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. He’s close, so close, his cock pulsing inside Noah’s tight, gripping heat.
With a final deep, shuddering thrust, Adam buries himself to the hilt and spills inside him, his cock twitching, filling Noah with his overwhelming sperm.
Noah gasps, feeling the warmth spread deep inside, feeling Adam claim him fully. Adam doesn’t pull out immediately. He stays inside, grinding slow and deep, letting Noah feel everything, letting him hold it, keep it.
Adam finally withdraws, his thick cock slipping free, slick with sperm. Noah shudders, his thighs weak. Adam turns him gently, brushing wet strands of hair from his face. He tilts Noah’s chin up, their eyes locking. Then, wordlessly, Adam reaches for the plug resting on the shower ledge.
Noah’s breath catches. Adam smirks, rubbing his thumb over Noah’s lower lip. “You know what to do.”
Noah swallows, his hands shaking slightly as he takes it. His fingers slick with oil, he guides it between his cheeks, pressing it into his pussy, sealing Adam’s sperm inside him.
Adam hums in satisfaction, dragging his thumb over Noah’s lips before slipping it inside. Noah parts for him instinctively, sucking gently, his eyes wide, obedient.
“Good girl,” Adam praises.
Noah’s eyes flutter shut, his breath steadying. Adam strokes his cheek once, then steps back, watching as Noah stands there, slick, filled, perfect.
Adam watches Noah for a long moment, taking in the way he stands there, flushed and slick, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of what just happened. The plug is nestled deep, keeping Adam’s babies inside him, sealing the evidence of his claim.
Noah shifts under the weight of Adam’s gaze, his breath still unsteady. His thighs are sticky, his skin glowing in the dim bathroom light. Adam’s cock twitches again at the sight, at the knowledge of what they’ve done, what Noah is holding inside him.
Adam grabs a towel, rubbing it briskly over his broad shoulders before wrapping it loosely around his waist.
“Come here,” he says, voice rough but steady.
Noah obeys without hesitation, stepping forward carefully, still hyper-aware of the plug inside him. Adam smirks, pleased by the way Noah moves, the slight waver in his steps.
“Does it feel good?” Adam asks, watching him.
Noah swallows hard, nodding. “Yes.”
Adam reaches out, running a slow hand over Noah’s waist, down his oiled stomach, fingertips tracing just along the edge of the pink thong. His touch dips lower, teasing where the cage presses snug against Noah’s body. Noah’s breath catches, his little clit straining within the cage, desperate and untouched.
Adam chuckles lowly. “I bet you’re aching.”
Noah nods, his fingers twitching at his sides. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
Adam hums in approval. “That’s good. That’s how you’re meant to feel.”
Noah exhales shakily, his knees nearly buckling. Adam grabs his wrist, steadying him. Then, he turns him gently, guiding him out of the bathroom. Noah follows without hesitation, his bare feet padding softly against the cool floor.
Adam leads him to the bed, sitting down on the edge, spreading his legs slightly. The towel around his waist loosens, but he doesn’t adjust it. Instead, he tugs Noah forward, between his thighs. Noah stands there,his breath quick, lips slightly parted. Adam’s hands slide over Noah’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft dip of his waist. His gaze is heavy, searching, lingering.
Then, quietly, “Did you miss me?”
Noah exhales a shuddering breath. “So much.”
Adam’s grip tightens just slightly, his thumbs brushing the lace waistband of the thong. “Tell me.”
Noah’s voice is breathless, desperate. “I—I thought about you the whole time. Every night.”
Adam smirks. “Did you dream about me?”
Noah nods quickly. “Yes.”
Adam lifts a brow, his hands sliding down, fingers teasing along Noah’s thighs. “And what did you dream about?”
Noah’s cheeks flush, his knees trembling. He licks his lips, struggling to find words. Adam watches him intently, waiting, his expression patient but expectant.
Finally, Noah whispers, “You… unlocking me.”
Adam’s breath deepens.
Noah swallows hard, his voice almost pleading. “You told me my clit wasn’t a real cock. That it needed to be protected. Tucked away.”
Adam’s cock twitches at that, at the way Noah’s voice trembles with need.
“And did I lock you back up?” Adam asks, his voice a deep, knowing rumble.
Noah nods, breathless. “Yes.”
Adam hums, pleased. His fingers slip under the waistband of the thong, tugging it up slightly, making Noah whimper. He leans in, pressing his lips against the soft skin of Noah’s hip.
“That’s right,” Adam murmurs against his skin. “Because you don’t need one.”
Noah exhales shakily, his body swaying slightly, his cage pressing tight against him, a constant, aching reminder. Adam leans back, his hands smoothing over Noah’s thighs, his gaze sharp. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just lets the air settle between them.
Then, he tilts his head, his voice thoughtful.
“You’re perfect.”
Adam lets the words linger before shifting his grip, gently guiding Noah forward until he’s straddling Adam’s lap. Noah shudders as he settles over Adam’s thick thighs, his body instantly molding to the warmth beneath him. The press of Adam’s cock—heavy, still half-hard—makes him gasp softly. Adam exhales slowly, sliding his hands over Noah’s waist, up his back, pressing him closer.
“You did so well,” Adam murmurs, lips brushing against Noah’s temple. “I’m proud of you.”
Noah melts at the words, at the quiet praise, his breath shaky as he buries his face against Adam’s neck. Adam smiles, wrapping his arms around him fully, holding him tight.
Dawn comes creeping through the blinds. Noah wakes up to a big hand gently rubbing his back.
"Come with me," Adam says softly. Then he walks into the bathroom. Noah groggily wakes up and follows him, not sure what’s going to happen next.
The bathroom is warm, steam curling in the air as the tub fills, the scent of eucalyptus and cedar melting into the space. Adam watches Noah, his sharp gaze sweeping over him, drinking him in. Adam starts to run a bath, checking the temperature.
His voice is soft, steady. “Take off your thong.”
Noah hesitates, his fingers twitching at his hips.
Adam waits.
With a quiet breath, Noah hooks his thumbs under the soft lavender waistband and slides the cotton down his legs. It lands at his feet. He steps out of it. Adam tilts his head, his pupils dark, lips parting slightly as he watches Noah standing there.
"Turn around."
Noah obeys, his pulse hammering in his throat. Adam rests a firm palm against the small of his back as his other hand slides to the plug nestled snugly between Noah’s soft, round cheeks. The moment stretches. Noah swallows.
Adam presses a soft kiss to the base of his spine before gripping the plug.
"Relax, baby," he soothes, voice deep, rich.
Noah exhales shakily. Adam pulls the plug out—slowly—inch by inch. A gasp punches out of Noah’s chest, his legs shaking slightly as the plug leaves him completely. His pussy feels achingly empty, soft, open.
Before Noah can even recover, Adam sinks to his knees behind him. Noah stiffens—
Then warm lips press against his pussy. A shockwave of pleasure rolls through him.
"A-Adam—" Noah’s voice is thin, breathless.
Adam doesn’t stop. He kisses him there—a slow, reverent worship, his lips molding to Noah’s soft, slick folds. His tongue teases, tracing the sensitive space. Noah jerks, his fingers pressing flat against the bathroom wall, his thighs tightening involuntarily. His small, untouched clit throbs in its cage, a desperate, aching pressure.
"Oh, fuck—" Noah gasps, his entire body trembling.
Adam groans low against him, his hands gripping Noah’s hips, holding him steady. Noah is losing himself, his eyes fluttering, his lips parting, his body reacting on pure instinct. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Just as Noah whimpers helplessly, Adam pulls away.
Noah sways, disoriented, his legs weak, his pussy pulsing in its emptiness. His breathing is shallow, his mind fogged, aching for something more. Adam turns off the faucet, checks the water again.
"Get in," Adam murmurs.
Noah sinks into the tub, the hot water licking up his thighs, wrapping around his waist, curling into his chest. His muscles loosen, but something inside him still feels tight. Adam gives him a moment to float in the steaming water.
Adam kneels beside him, lifting the key from around his neck. The sound of metal clinking softly makes Noah’s stomach clench. His small, caged clit twitches, reacting involuntarily. Adam reaches in, under the water, with the key. He fits the key into the lock. Noah stiffens.
A soft click.
Adam gently takes the cage off.
Noah gasps quietly, his fingers gripping the edge of the tub, his body tense, frozen.
It feels… too raw. Too exposed.
"Breathe, baby," Adam murmurs, his hand soothing over Noah’s thigh, quickly, gently pulling off the ring that holds the cage in place.
Noah exhales shakily, his heart pounding. His clit is out. For the first time in weeks. The air touches him, the heat of the water lapping against him, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.
Adam is watching him carefully, his large hands steady on Noah’s body.
"Sensitive?" Adam asks.
Noah nods quickly, his breath unsteady. Adam leans down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
"Let me take care of you."
Adam moves slowly, his fingers sliding down Noah’s stomach, resting just above his pussy. Instead of touching Noah’s aching, untouched clit, he cups him fully, his large palm pressing warm and firm against his slick folds.
Noah gasps sharply, his thighs instinctively clamping around Adam’s wrist.
"Relax," Adam whispers.
His thick fingers slide lower, parting Noah’s soft, slick hole. Noah sucks in a breath, trembling. Adam slides one finger inside. Noah jerks, legs shaking.
"That’s it, baby," Adam breathes, his lips brushing against Noah’s cheek.
Noah clutches Adam’s forearm, grounding himself, anchoring. Adam moves deeper, his finger curling inside, pressing against the swollen, untouched gland within him. Noah shudders violently, his toes curling, his hips rising.
"Oh my god—"
Adam does it again. Noah cries out, his entire body arching, his mouth open in a breathless moan. Adam holds him down, guiding him through it.
"That’s it," Adam soothes, pressing deeper, firmer, coaxing it out of him.
Noah whimpers, his hips moving desperately, riding Adam’s thick fingers, chasing something inevitable.
"Come for me, baby," Adam murmurs.
Noah shatters. The orgasm takes him apart, his walls pulsing, his body writhing, shaking. His fingers dig into Adam’s arm, his moans high, desperate, broken. Adam lets him take his time, whispering soft praises as Noah clutches him, gasping, shaking apart in his arms.
Noah is breathless, dazed, his body folded against Adam’s chest. Adam pulls him out of the bath, wraps him in a towel, presses slow, grounding kisses to his hair, his cheek, his jaw. They sink onto the bathroom floor, both naked, just breathing together.
Adam kisses him. It’s slow, deep, wet. Noah melts into it, his hands in Adam’s damp hair. Their bodies are bare, slick, nothing between them. Adam groans into Noah’s mouth, pulling him closer, tighter. For a while, there is nothing but tongues and teeth and breath.
But then—
Adam reaches for the cage. Noah stills. His body reacts before his mind does—a tiny pulse of resistance. Adam feels it. He presses a soothing kiss to Noah’s cheek.
"You’re mine, baby," Adam whispers, brushing damp hair from Noah’s face.
Noah softens. He nods. He lets Adam lock him again.
Click.
Noah shivers at the sound. Adam smiles. He reaches for the soft lavender thong, sliding it back up Noah’s hips.
"Perfect," Adam murmurs.
Noah exhales.
He is safe. Whole. Exactly where he belongs.
