Noah’s phone buzzes between sessions. A message from Adam.
How’s your day?
Simple. Unassuming. Noah stares at the screen for a second before typing back.
Good.
Then, after a pause, before he can overthink it—
Thinking about you.
He locks the phone, sets it down, moves on. Adam doesn’t reply right away. But when the reply comes, it’s short, weighted.
Me too.
Noah exhales, tension unraveling slightly in his shoulders. He pockets the phone, moves on with his day.
The apartment is still when Noah steps inside, the air thick with quiet. The weight of the day clings to him—sweat dried under his arms, tension wound tight between his shoulder blades—but something else is already pulling at him.
His eyes land on the bed.
Laid out: a bikini.
Baby blue. Skimpy. A thong bottom, and a matching triangle top. Minimal coverage. Bright, soft, and meant to be seen.
He steps closer, fingertips grazing the fabric. It’s smooth, clingy—the kind that doesn’t hide a thing. Designed to draw the eye, to make the body wearing it feel exposed, deliberate.
He stares at it, stomach tightening.
Then he undresses, slow and quiet. Shirt first. Then pants. The lavender thong he wore all day slips down last, leaving him bare.
He moves without hurry, but there’s tension in every motion.
His body has changed lately. Adam told him to focus on pec development a few months back—said it would make all the difference. So he did. Incline press, flys, cables. His chest is fuller now, cut sharper beneath the skin. He notices it every time he pulls on a shirt, but now it’s clearer than ever.
The thong goes on first. It hugs him high on the hips, tugs between his legs, stretches taut over the cage. It fits snug, with barely enough fabric to handle the job. Every shift of his thighs pulls the string tighter.
Then the top.
He ties it behind his neck, then behind his back. The moment the fabric settles over his chest, he feels it: the curve of his pecs pushing into the triangles, the way the thin material stretches to fit. Not loose. Not hanging. Tight.
His nipples are already hard. Sensitive from the heat, from the thought of Adam seeing him like this. The bikini holds them close, the friction low and constant, right at the edge of teasing.
He glances in the mirror. It hits immediately. It fits. Barely. Perfectly.
His frame, cut lines of muscle, strong shoulders, defined waist, fills out the bikini in a way that doesn’t soften him. It sharpens the whole picture.
The high-cut thong draws the eye up his thighs, across his hips, to the tight line of his abs. The top stretches over his chest, the thin strings cutting across his back, over his traps. His nipples press clearly through the fabric.
He picks up his phone.
The photo is exact. Legs slightly crossed. Arms relaxed. His body front and center—built, restrained, dressed to be noticed. The message reads: Waiting for you…
He hesitates. Then hits send. A pause. Then the buzz.
Good girl.
Noah exhales sharply, his knees unsteady.
Then another.
Keep it on.
He stares at the screen. The blue fabric hugs tight over the cage. His cock twitches, locked away. The thong holds everything down. The top holds everything up. And there’s nowhere to go.
Only forward.
The water runs hot, steam already curling up the glass as Noah steps into the shower. The bikini clings to him instantly, humidity making the fabric stick before he’s even fully beneath the spray. The baby blue darkens, turns semi-sheer. It molds to his body, thin and unforgiving.
The first blast of water hits his chest, rolling straight over the stretched triangles of the bikini top. His nipples are hard beneath the fabric, more sensitive than he expected. He flinches slightly at the contact—heat and pressure and exposure all at once.
The water keeps coming. Down over his chest. His abs. The tight waistband of the thong that cuts across his hips.
He drags his palms over his arms, slow and distracted, then over the straps across his shoulders, adjusting them slightly. The top really doesn’t cover much. It was never going to. But now, wet and stretched, it feels even smaller—like it’s pulling him tighter, pushing him forward into something he’s not backing out of.
The water beads over his chest, follows the ridge of his pecs, collects at the low curve of his stomach before dripping lower. He trails his fingers down the line of his ribs, across his obliques, then down over the front of the thong. The fabric is slick now, molded to the cage underneath. Every inch of him is visible. Held.
He leans forward and plants both palms flat on the cool tile, bracing himself. Steam rises around him. His skin feels raw. The bikini doesn’t just stay on—it clings, like it has its own grip on him.
It was Adam’s idea. But it’s his now too. He wants this.
The water rushes down his back, between his legs. Over the straps pulled high on his hips. Over the thong splitting him. Over the cage, tight and unyielding, buried under thin, wet fabric. He shivers—because of the heat, or the pressure, or the thought of Adam, he doesn’t know.
Adam would want to see him like this. No—Adam would love this. The wet fabric, the clinging outline of the cage, the hard points of his nipples pushing through the soaked top. Noah can almost feel the heat of Adam’s stare from just beyond the glass.
Watching. Not touching. Just looking. Noah exhales sharply. His thighs twitch.
Adam would stand there, arms crossed, head tilted slightly. Studying. Taking in every detail: the sheen of water across Noah’s chest, the way the strings bite into the sides of his hips, the fabric of the thong riding so far up it might as well not exist.
You like this, don’t you?
The thought lands hard in Noah’s chest.
You like being seen like this. You like knowing I’m watching.
His breath catches. His fingers curl against the tile.
Keep it on, baby.
Adam’s voice echoes in his mind, deep and certain. Noah nods without thinking, even though no one’s there.
He stays under the water, letting it run over him, letting it hold him in place. There’s nothing to do. Nothing to hide. Just him, the bikini, the heat—and the thought of Adam watching.
The sound of the shower door sliding open. Noah wipes his eyes, his back to the door.
Adam steps inside, steam curling around his broad, muscular frame. Noah doesn’t turn immediately, but he feels it: Adam’s gaze trailing over him.
“You wore it,” Adam murmurs, pleased. His cock twitches—thick, full, standing proud.
Adam sees the string vanishing between Noah’s perfect cheeks. He steps forward. His hands run up Noah’s waist, thumbs pressing gently against the soft cups of the bikini top.
Adam murmurs, “You have breasts, baby.”
He slides his thumbs underneath the fabric, feeling the small, hard peaks already forming. Noah’s nipples are already swollen, already pink and sensitive from the heat.
“Say it,” Adam instructs, his voice low. “Tell me what you have.”
Noah hesitates, then whispers, barely audible: “Breasts.”
Adam tsks. His thumb rolls over a nipple, harder this time.
“Louder.”
Noah exhales sharply, his body reacting before his mind does.
“Breasts,” he repeats. “Pretty, beautiful breasts.”
Adam smiles, satisfied.
Then, without warning, he leans down, spins Noah around, and latches onto one swollen peak. Adam’s mouth is hot, wet, greedy. He pulls deeply, tongue flicking over the hard bud, sucking until Noah gasps. Teeth graze gently. He licks, then sucks harder.
“Pretty muscle tits,” Adam murmurs against his skin.
He switches to the other nipple, giving it equal attention, sucking, rolling, tugging. Noah whimpers, gripping Adam’s shoulders, barely standing. When Adam finally pulls back, Noah is breathless, trembling. His nipples are bright pink, swollen, standing proud. Adam runs his thumbs over them, appraising.
“A good girl has perky tits.”
Noah shivers.
“What does a good girl have, Noah?”
He looks Adam in the eye. “Perky tits.”
Adam smiles, kisses Noah softly on the lips. “You’re a good girl.”
He guides Noah backward onto the smooth, wet tile floor of the shower. Strong hands slide under Noah’s thighs, lifting, positioning. Noah barely processes what’s happening before he finds himself on his back, legs draped over Adam’s broad shoulders.
His large, muscular body is crouched over Noah, his swollen cock heavy, throbbing, still untouched. Steam swirls around them, water still running, but the world has narrowed to just this.
“Look at you.”
Adam’s voice is almost in awe. Noah bites his lip, squirming. Adam reaches Noah’s nipples. His fingers graze them, appraising them, approving. Then, with deliberate slowness, he grips them and tugs. Noah cries out. The sensation is unlike anything he’s felt before—sharp, aching, electric.
His nipples pulse under the pressure, tugging just enough to make his body twitch, arch. Adam does it again. A slow, firm pull, letting the pressure stretch Noah’s already-sensitive peaks. The shock of pleasure burns through his stomach, straight to his caged clit.
Then Adam moves lower, lifting up Noah’s legs until he is on his back, his firm ass cheeks spreading, exposing his smooth pink pucker.
“The best pussy ever,” Adam whispers.
His tongue flickers over Noah’s hole, teasing. Kisses pressed against the soft, puffy lips, slick with oil and water. Noah moans, hands twitching against the wet tile. Nowhere to run. Nothing to do but take it. Adam flicks his tongue again, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss right over the sensitive opening. His fingers tug at Noah’s nipples simultaneously.
Noah jerks, gasping. His body is burning, aching, a deep and unsatisfied need pooling in his stomach. He is overwhelmed. Arousal has never felt like this before—so total, so all-consuming. Adam doesn’t stop.
He licks, slow and thorough, his large hands keeping Noah still. Each flick of his tongue is met with a tug at the tits. Noah is panting, helpless, whimpering. His locked clit strains inside the cage.
“Adam—” Noah’s voice catches.
Adam chuckles darkly against his pussy, sucking a little harder before pulling back. His fingers press over the cups again, rolling Noah’s swollen peaks between his thumbs.
“You’re so sensitive, so pretty.”
Adam licks deeper, with his whole tongue while squeezing his nipples hard.
“Your tits are perfect, baby.”
Noah whines, his body trembling beneath Adam’s touch. He wants. He doesn’t even know what. Just more.
“I can’t—” Noah gasps, shaking. “I need—”
But there is no relief. Adam pulls away, licking his lips, satisfied. Noah is breathless, his body trembling from the relentless teasing. His legs are still hooked over Adam’s broad shoulders, leaving him completely open.
The baby blue thong sticks to his skin, the thin blue string nestled deep, marking his submission. Adam exhales, his voice thick, commanding.
"Hands above your head."
Noah obeys instantly. He stretches out against the wet tile, his wrists crossing above him. The position makes his chest arch, nipples tight and swollen.
Adam looms over him, thighs spread, his heavy cock resting against Noah’s pink, slick mouth, the puffy penis slit has a pearl of precum just for Noah. Without thinking, Noah’s tongue licks it up. Adam’s bone, thick and dark, veined and pulsing, heavy with need. He leans back and teases Noah’s pussy, smooth and puffy, lips still twitching from Adam’s mouth.
Adam watches Noah’s reaction carefully. Noah stares up at him, eyes wide, dazed. His breathing catches. His locked clit pulses, trapped and untouched, completely forgotten beneath the weight of Adam’s big fat boner. Adam groans lowly, adjusting himself.
The thick swollen head drags against Noah’s lips, spreading them slightly, making him gasp. Noah squirms, his thighs trembling as Adam moves deliberately slow. He presses forward slightly, just enough for Noah to feel the weight of him.
"You feel that?"
Adam’s voice is low, husky, almost a growl. Noah whimpers, his small hands gripping the tile.
"That’s a real cock."
Adam’s fingers press against Noah’s slick, swollen anus.
"And this? This is my perfect little pussy."
Noah moans, his body twitching under Adam’s touch. Adam’s fingers rub slow, teasing circles over his pink lips, slick with spit and oil.
“Tell me what you have, baby.”
Adam presses a little firmer, making Noah arch. Noah gasps, eyes squeezing shut.
"I have a pussy."
His voice is a whisper, almost ashamed, but deeply aroused. Adam smirks, satisfied. He grinds forward slightly, letting Noah feel the sheer difference between them.
"Say it again."
Noah shudders.
"I have a pussy."
"Louder."
"I have a pussy!"
Adam groans, gripping Noah’s hips tightly. His boner throbs, leaking.
"That’s right, baby. And it's all mine."
Adam’s fingers move lower, parting Noah’s swollen, sensitive lips. His index finger circles the twitching hole, pressing just slightly. Noah whimpers, his caged clit throbbing. Adam leans down, licking his lips, staring at how Noah’s body responds to him.
“Look how wet you are.”
Adam presses deeper, just the tip of his finger slipping inside.
“You’re made for this.”
Noah moans helplessly, back arching, his nipples throbbing under the cups. His walls flutter, instinctively gripping Adam’s thick, probing finger. Adam chuckles, his voice deep, knowing.
"You're so hungry for it, aren't you?"
"Please—" Noah gasps, barely coherent.
Adam presses deeper, curling slightly. His free hand grabs Noah’s thigh, holding him still.
"You need to be taken care of. You need to be filled."
Noah nods frantically, breath catching, his pussy pulsing around Adam’s slow, teasing intrusion. Noah gasps, his cheeks flushed, legs still spread, thighs trembling.
Adam grinds forward, pressing just the thick head of his cock against Noah’s mouth. Noah tries to speak, but the weight of it silences him.
“Say it, baby.”
Adam’s voice is low, teasing.
“Tell me what you have.”
Noah swallows, blinking up at Adam, his lips parting. His voice is shaky, breathless, already lost.
“I—I have a pu—”
Adam pushes forward slightly, the swollen head of his penis slipping into Noah’s mouth, cutting him off. Noah’s eyes flutter, his lips stretching around him, a muffled whimper escaping his throat. Adam grins, pulling back just enough for Noah to try again.
“I have a p—”
Adam pushes in again, slow, controlled. Noah moans softly, his small hands clenching, his tongue pressing against the thick, leaking tip.
“Come on, baby. Say it.”
Adam pulls back, just a little. Noah gasps, lips wet, voice unsteady.
“I have a p-pussy.”
Adam hums in approval, circling Noah’s pussy with his fingertips at the same time. His cock slides against Noah’s lips again, pressing in, pulling back, teasing.
"Again."
Noah tries, but Adam keeps interrupting, pushing in, pulling out. His thick fingers continue playing with Noah’s soft hole, teasing, never quite entering. Noah whimpers, his entire body tingling, shivering, overwhelmed.
“I—have—a—puhh—”
Adam pushes deeper, the head of his boner stretching Noah’s lips again.
“Puh—pussy—”
Adam grins, dragging his thumb along Noah’s cheek, feeling how flushed he is. His penis pulses, dripping, so hard it aches. Noah gasps around him, eyes glazed, completely gone.
“That’s right, baby. My pretty little pussy. And it’s all mine.”
Noah shudders, his caged clit twitching. Adam spreads Noah’s slick lips apart, feeling how drenched he is. His fingers tease at Noah’s hole, just barely pressing inside, never enough. Noah tries to grind down, but Adam holds him still.
"Look at you."
Adam’s voice is a rumble.
Noah whines, body trembling, his hands still above his head. Adam watches him carefully. His cock drags along Noah’s lips, pushing inside slightly, before pulling out.
"I bet you don’t even remember that little thing locked up in your cage, do you?"
Noah shakes his head.
"This is what you need. This is all you need."
Noah moans in agreement, barely able to think. Adam presses one thick finger against his hole, sliding it in slowly, curling just right. Noah cries out, body tensing, mouth falling open.
“Good girl.”
Adam grins, watching Noah shudder.
"Feels so much better than touching yourself, doesn’t it?"
Noah nods frantically, lips parted, whimpering against the weight of Adam’s cock.
"You don’t need to touch yourself anymore. This is what you were made for."
Noah’s body pulses, walls fluttering around Adam’s thick fingers. Adam watches Noah carefully. There’s something about this moment—the control, the contrast, the way Noah surrenders so easily to him—that makes Adam feel impossibly grounded in his own body.
His fingers trail between Noah’s thighs, teasing the edges of his hole, his touch featherlight, coaxing out shivers that ripple through Noah’s small, restrained form.
Noah’s lips are slick, his breath uneven, his mouth parting further as Adam’s cock slides forward again, pressing just inside before pulling back. The rhythm is teasing, relentless. Every time Noah tries to say the word, Adam interrupts him, nudging deeper, keeping him from fully speaking.
“P-puh—” Noah stammers, voice breaking as Adam pulls back just enough to let him catch a breath.
Adam’s fingers press lower, brushing against the heat of Noah’s pussy.
“Say it, baby.”
Noah’s eyes flutter shut. His body is trembling, caught between the teasing glide of Adam’s cock against his lips, and the insistent touch between his legs. Every sensation pulls him deeper into something overwhelming, something he can’t fully name.
“Pussy,” Noah breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
Adam groans low in his throat, the sound full of possession. His fingers stroke deeper between Noah’s slick folds, pressing lightly, teasing. “Again.”
Noah gasps as Adam’s thumb circles him, the sensation sending sparks through his body.
“Pussy,” he repeats, and this time the word is softer, heavier with surrender.
Adam pushes a little deeper, just enough to make Noah feel it. “That’s right. This pretty little pussy is all mine.”
Noah moans, the sound soft and unguarded, slipping from him like breath.
Adam cups his face with one large hand, the other still working slow, lazy circles between Noah’s legs. His thumb drags along the curve of Noah’s flushed cheek, smearing heat and water across his skin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You love this, don’t you?”
Noah nods, barely able to hold his gaze. His eyes are glassy, mouth open, chest rising with short, hungry breaths.
“Yes,” he whispers.
Adam shifts, his broad chest moving in close, filling Noah’s vision. His cock rests heavy and hard against Noah’s lips, thick and flushed, the heat of it palpable. It pulses there, bold and unapologetic.
His fingers don’t stop. They slow—just enough to make it worse. They glide, hover, press, but never push. Teasing him right to the edge, holding him there.
“Show me,” Adam says. His voice is low now, almost coaxing. “Show me how much you love it.”
Noah’s breath catches. He hesitates—not because he doesn’t want to, but because everything feels so exposed. His skin is slick, his body shaking, and Adam is everywhere.
He draws in a breath. Hands gripping his own thighs for balance. Then, slowly, reverently, he leans forward. His lips brush the flushed head of Adam’s cock, just a kiss—soft, deliberate, full of need.
Adam groans, a sound from deep in his chest. His grip tightens around Noah’s jaw, not hard, just firm—grounding.
“Good,” he breathes.
Noah kisses again. Opens his lips just enough to let his tongue flick out, tasting salt and skin and heat. His lips wrap around the tip, suckling gently, not taking him in yet. Just giving. Just showing.
Adam’s hand strokes his cheek, fingers splayed, possessive without pressure. His other hand still moves between Noah’s legs, slow and patient, dragging his body along the edge of something sharp and unbearable.
Noah whimpers. His hips twitch. He can’t do anything but melt forward, lips parting further, tongue flattening. He presses his face into Adam’s cock like he’s nuzzling it, mouth open, lips slick.
“That’s my good girl,” Adam says, voice thick and full of heat.
Noah shudders at the words. They settle in his spine, sink into his belly. He hums softly around the head of Adam’s cock, and Adam feels it—feels the vibration, the devotion, the surrender.
Then Adam pulls back, just slightly. Enough to break contact.
He leans in, kisses Noah’s forehead.
“Showertime is done,” he says.
Noah blinks, dazed.
Adam turns the water off with one hand, the hiss and steam falling away in a rush, leaving behind the sound of their breathing, the wet press of skin, the dripping heat of the space around them.
Noah is trembling. Still on his knees. Still soaked.
Adam crouches in front of him, body still radiating heat, and brushes the wet strands of hair from Noah’s face.
“Get up, baby,” he says, voice softer now. “We’re not done.”
He rises, offering a steadying hand. Noah takes it, legs shaky beneath him. Adam watches him, how the bikini clings to every inch of him, the top stretched tight over his chest, the thong soaked and sticking, the cage clearly outlined underneath.
“Come on,” Adam says, guiding him out of the shower. “I want to see all of you. Somewhere I can spread you out.”
Noah follows, heart pounding, body aching, the tiles still warm underfoot.
The fire flickers, casting golden light across the room, the warmth enveloping them as they settle into a slow, unspoken rhythm. Adam leans back on his arms, his broad chest rising and falling in steady breaths, the glow from the flames highlighting every ridge of muscle, every line of his solid form. He watches Noah, sprawled on his stomach between his thighs, the soft fabric of the baby-blue bikini clinging to his body.
Noah’s face hovers just above Adam’s lap, his breath warm against the thick length of Adam’s cock. He moves slowly, trailing soft, reverent kisses along the base, his lips brushing over the dark curls there, then nuzzling against the heavy weight of his balls.
Adam groans low in his throat, his hips shifting slightly at the careful worship, his cock twitching under Noah’s slow, adoring attention. Noah lets out a quiet, breathy sound, almost like a whimper, and Adam grins, reaching down to cup the back of Noah’s head.
“You love this,” Adam murmurs, voice dark with pleasure. “Don’t you?”
Noah nods, pressing another lingering kiss to the thick shaft, his lips leaving a wet imprint against the heated skin.
Adam exhales through his nose, fingers tightening slightly in Noah’s hair. “Say it.”
Noah’s voice is small, reverent. “I love it.”
Adam smiles, his grip sliding down to Noah’s chin, tilting his face up so their eyes meet. Noah’s are hazy, lost in the moment, his lips wet and parted, pink and soft from use.
“You love my big fat cock,” Adam corrects, dragging the tip of his thumb over Noah’s lower lip, teasing. “Say it.”
Noah’s breath shudders. His small fingers tighten where they rest on Adam’s thighs. “I love your big fat cock,” he whispers.
Adam groans, his cock twitching at the words, at the way Noah says it, so full of need, so completely surrendered. He leans back further, completely at ease, letting Noah continue his slow, unhurried worship.
Noah’s hands slide higher, fingertips sliding over the thick muscle of Adam’s thighs, up to the V of his hips, tracing every ridge, every line. His breath comes shallow as he noses against the sensitive spot just beneath the head, his lips parting, tongue darting out to taste, to savor. Adam growls low, tilting his hips slightly, allowing Noah to take what he wants.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, watching as Noah eagerly obeys, his lips stretching slowly over the thick head, taking him in with quiet, reverent need.
Noah’s lips stretch as he takes Adam’s thick head past them, his breath shuddering as he adjusts to the sheer size.
“Say it,” Adam murmurs, his voice thick and commanding. “Say you love it.”
Noah pulls back just enough, lips glossy, breath uneven. “I love—” He pauses, swallowing, his voice small. “I love Adam’s big fat penis.”
Adam smirks, tilting his hips forward just slightly, nudging against Noah’s mouth again. “Again.”
Noah obeys, his voice breathy, reverent. “I love Adam’s big fat penis.”
Adam groans, the words sending a deep pulse of pleasure through him. “That’s right. Again.”
Noah swallows, his lips parting, his small hands gripping Adam’s strong thighs. His voice trembles, needy, lost in it. “I love Adam’s big fat penis.”
“Good girl,” Adam praises, his thumb brushing over Noah’s swollen lower lip, tugging at it slightly before letting him take him in again. Noah’s tongue swirls around the thick head, his small hands stroking the base.
Adam exhales sharply, his muscles flexing, watching Noah work. His lips stretch further as he takes Adam deeper, his eyes fluttering shut, lashes trembling as he focuses on pleasing, on giving.
Adam pulls his cock out of his mouth and pushes Noah’s head into his big balls. Noah greedily laps on them, one at a time.
“Keep saying it,” Adam orders, his voice dark with possession.
Noah whimpers, his voice muffled against Adam’s balls, but he obeys.
“I love Adam’s big fat penis,” he breathes between kisses, licking sucking Adam’s balls full of sperm.
Adam’s grip tightens in his hair, his chest rising and falling with thick, measured breaths. He could watch this forever—Noah on his knees, his lips swollen and slick, his body still barely covered in that soft baby-blue bikini, the outline of the cage barely visible beneath the stretched fabric.
Noah moans, his own body responding helplessly to the worship, his caged clit twitching uselessly inside the tight, soaked bikini. His voice trembles as he speaks again, more broken, more desperate.
“I love Adam’s big fat penis,” he gasps, his tongue tracing over the space between Adam’s balls, getting sloppy, his mouth open and reverent against the heavy weight of them.
Adam groans deep in his chest, the sound low and rough, his body hot, pulsing with pride and possession.
“That’s right, baby,” he rumbles, cupping the back of Noah’s head, guiding him closer.
Without hesitation, Adam presses both of his big balls against Noah’s lips. Noah struggles, eyes fluttering, but opens wider, taking them both in. His cheeks puff out, stuffed full, his breath coming in tight little pants through his nose.
Adam growls, the sight of it, Noah’s flushed face, his slick lips stretched, his throat working around the weight, almost too much to handle.
“Good girl,” Adam mutters, voice thick with approval.
He doesn’t stop there.
He grips Noah’s hair tighter, holding him steady, and shifts his hips forward. His cock, flushed and leaking, drags heavily across Noah’s slicked mouth, smearing precum along his swollen lips.
Then he starts to fuck his face.
Slow at first, a shallow thrust, a grind, a tease, just enough to make Noah feel it, to make him whimper, throat vibrating around the weight still pressing against him.
Then harder.
Adam thrusts deep, pulling Noah’s mouth over the heavy length of his shaft, forcing his tongue down flat, stretching his lips wide. Noah chokes softly, tears stinging the corners of his eyes, but he doesn’t pull away. He takes it.
Adam fucks his face like he owns it, steady, deliberate, deep enough to make Noah’s throat work around him, muscles fluttering as he tries to breathe through his nose.
“Look at you,” Adam groans, voice rough, one hand gripping Noah’s hair, the other stroking his own cock as he thrusts. “Taking it so good. Just made for it.”
Noah’s hands clutch at Adam’s thighs, his body shuddering with the effort to stay still, to be good, to be what Adam wants.
The wet sounds between them are obscene, the slap of skin, the slick glide of Noah’s mouth trying to keep up with the thick push of Adam’s cock.
Adam rocks into him harder, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of Noah’s throat, again and again, relentless but controlled. He watches every second, Noah’s flushed cheeks, his watering eyes, the desperate little moans that vibrate around his shaft.
Finally, when he feels Noah’s legs starting to tremble, his whole body wracked with the effort of holding on, Adam pulls back. Slow. Purposeful.
A string of spit connects them, stretching from the tip of Adam’s cock to Noah’s swollen, gasping mouth.
Adam strokes his thumb along Noah’s bottom lip, gathering the mess he made there, smearing it back inside. Noah leans into the touch instinctively, dazed and shaking.
“Because it’s the only penis you’ll ever need,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.
He lets the words hang between them, a brand stamped into the air.
Still breathing hard, Adam looks down at Noah, soaked, wrecked, pliant. Exactly where he wants him.
And still, somehow, he wants more.
Adam exhales again, chest heaving, and shifts his weight.
He leans down, cupping Noah’s jaw in both hands, tilting his face up, inspecting every inch of him, the flushed cheeks, the glazed eyes, the lips swollen and slick with spit.
“Beautiful,” he says, almost to himself.
Then he straightens, stepping back, cock still heavy and glistening, and extends a hand.
“Come on, baby,” he says. His voice is low, firm, inarguable. “I want to see all of you.”
Noah sways on his knees, dizzy from the sudden absence of weight against his lips. But he reaches up, placing his trembling hand into Adam’s steady grip..
“Stand tall,” Adam murmurs, brushing his thumbs along Noah’s sides. “Let me see you.”
Noah’s chest rises and falls in small, rapid breaths. His nipples are still concealed beneath the soft blue fabric. Adam’s gaze flickers down, his lips curving in satisfaction at the sight of how perfectly they sit against Noah’s skin.
He reaches up, his large hands cupping Noah’s sides before slowly sliding over his chest. His fingers graze over bikini top, he pulls them to the side, revealing Noah’s nipples, full, plump, flushed a deep, sensitive pink.
Adam tilts his head, his hands gliding over Noah’s chest, thumbs flicking over the freshly exposed peaks. Noah’s entire body reacts—his stomach tensing, his knees pressing together slightly, the cage straining uselessly against the soft fabric of the bikini bottom.
“They’re so pretty,” Adam murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Noah’s breath shudders out of him, his eyes heavy, pupils blown wide.
Adam brushes his knuckles along Noah’s sternum, letting his fingers trail over his chest, teasing the sensitive flesh with feather-light touches. “Say it.”
Noah’s lips part, his voice soft, almost dazed. “I have… I have breasts.”
Adam’s cock twitches at the sound of it, at the way Noah surrenders to the words.
“Yes, baby,” Adam murmurs, flicking his thumbs over the sensitive peaks again, feeling the way they stiffen under his touch. “You have beautiful, pretty breasts.”
A tremor runs through Noah’s body, his lashes fluttering, lips parted in a soft, shaky exhale. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t resist.
He just lets it sink in.
Adam smirks, leaning in, brushing his lips over Noah’s temple. “And I’m going to make them even bigger.”
Adam doesn't wait. He grips Noah’s waist and guides him down onto his lap, seating him just above his thick, muscled thighs. Noah’s legs straddle him instinctively, his breath shallow, his skin hypersensitive from Adam’s worshipful touch.
Adam’s hands smooth up Noah’s sides, over the curve of his ribcage, before his thumbs flick teasingly against the freshly swollen peaks of his nipples. A pleased hum vibrates deep in Adam’s chest.
“Perfect,” Adam murmurs before leaning in, taking one between his lips.
Noah gasps—high and needy—the sensation sending an electric pulse straight through him. Adam’s mouth is hot, wet, demanding as he suckles, tongue flicking over the tender, sensitive flesh. His teeth scrape ever so lightly, teasing a sharp edge of pleasure that makes Noah’s entire body jolt.
Adam doesn’t stop. He suckles greedily, his large hands gripping Noah’s waist, keeping him in place, pressing him down onto his lap. His thick erection sits heavy between them, hot and pulsing against Noah’s caged clit.
Noah moans, his fingers tangling in Adam’s damp hair, trying to hold onto something, anything.
Then Adam’s hand slides lower.
He cups Noah’s pussy over the thin, damp fabric of his bikini, pressing his palm flush against him, feeling the heat, the desperate, aching need.
“Dripping already,” Adam growls against Noah’s nipple, then bites down lightly, just enough to make him jolt and whimper.
His fingers move without mercy, pressing between Noah’s lips, rubbing firm, steady circles over the slick fabric. Noah whines, grinding instinctively into Adam’s hand, the pressure igniting something unbearably intense inside him.
Adam smirks against his chest.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over one nipple before moving to the other, sucking it into his mouth, drawing it deep. “Such a needy little pussy.”
Noah’s head falls back, eyes squeezing shut, pleasure surging through him in unbearable waves. Adam’s fingers slip beneath the fabric, finally making contact with his swollen, slick hole.
A low moan rumbles in Adam’s throat as he parts Noah’s lips, sliding a thick finger inside him with a slow, deliberate push.
Noah keens, shuddering against him.
“So tight,” Adam groans, pumping his finger in and out, slow and deep. “So soft.”
His other hand cups the back of Noah’s head, guiding him down, pressing their foreheads together as he works him open. Noah’s breath is uneven, his thighs trembling, his caged clit aching, untouched.
Adam adds another finger, stretching Noah further, his thumb circling the sensitive skin just above the cage.
Noah’s body jerks, a strangled moan escaping his lips.
Adam pulls off his nipple with a wet pop, lips swollen, eyes dark.
“Say it again,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers deep.
Noah whimpers, clinging to Adam’s shoulders, eyes hazy with pleasure.
“I—I have breasts.”
Adam growls in approval, suckling harshly at the sensitive bud again, lapping, teasing, as his fingers work deeper, spreading Noah open, claiming every inch of his aching pussy.
“You have perfect, beautiful breasts,” Adam murmurs against his skin. “And this—” he curls his fingers inside, pressing against the spot that makes Noah cry out. “This is a perfect little pussy.”
Noah gasps, shaking, clenching around him.
Adam grins against his chest. He keeps his rhythm steady, his thick fingers working Noah open, slow and deep. His other hand palms the curve of Noah’s ass, holding him steady, keeping him from squirming away from the overwhelming pleasure.
Noah is already trembling, his body taut and arched against Adam’s mouth. His lips part in soft, broken moans as Adam’s fingers thrust inside him, each movement pushing deeper, slick and relentless. His nipples throb from Adam’s mouth, his pussy clenching desperately around Adam’s fingers.
Adam pulls back just enough to look at him, his gaze dark and focused.
“You like it when I play with your pussy, don’t you?” His voice is a low, teasing rasp against Noah’s heated skin.
Noah nods, unable to find his voice.
Adam’s fingers slow, dragging torturously inside him, pressing against the soft, aching walls. “Tell me.”
Noah swallows, breath shaky, his hands gripping Adam’s shoulders. “I—I love it,” he whispers.
Adam smirks. “Yeah? Love having my fingers deep inside you?” He scissors them slightly, stretching Noah open just enough to make him gasp. “Making you all messy?”
Noah whimpers, pressing his forehead against Adam’s. “Yes.”
Adam groans in approval, curling his fingers just right, rubbing against that spot that makes Noah shudder helplessly in his lap.
“That’s it, baby,” Adam murmurs, kissing along Noah’s jaw, his breath hot and possessive. “Your pretty little pussy is so needy, so wet for me.” He pauses, his fingers still buried inside. “You want more, don’t you?”
Noah nods quickly, his body aching for it.
Adam hums in satisfaction. “Good.” His lips brush against Noah’s, his breath mingling with his. “Because I’m never gonna stop.”
With that, Adam starts thrusting his fingers again, harder now, faster. His palm grinds against Noah’s sensitive mound, his thick fingers spreading him open, fucking him deep. Noah sobs into Adam’s neck, his body quivering as the pleasure crests higher, tighter, unbearable.
Adam watches him intently, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every little helpless sound. His cock is heavy and thick between them, aching with the need to replace his fingers with something bigger, fuller.
“You’re mine,” Adam murmurs against his ear, voice firm and final. “This pussy—” he punctuates it with a sharp thrust of his fingers, making Noah cry out, “—is mine.”
Noah can only nod, his legs weak, his fingers clutching at Adam’s broad back as his body winds tighter and tighter around the pressure building inside him.
Adam flicks his tongue over Noah’s swollen nipple again, sucking it deep into his mouth, tugging on it just as his fingers stroke that spot inside him, pushing him right to the edge.
Noah shatters with a sharp, broken cry, his whole body tensing, his pussy clenching down hard around Adam’s fingers. He trembles in Adam’s lap, waves of pleasure wracking through him as Adam slows his thrusts, drawing out every last pulse of his climax.
Adam holds him, grounding him through the tremors, his large hands roaming over Noah’s oiled skin, soothing him, keeping him close.
As Noah comes down, his breath uneven, his lashes flutter open, dazed and overwhelmed. His cage is wet and leaking in his thong.
Adam smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
“We’re not done yet,” he murmurs.
And then he stands, lifting Noah effortlessly into his arms, carrying him toward the bedroom.
Adam lays Noah down on the bed, spreading him out against the soft sheets. His body is completely exposed, slick with oil, his nipples puffy and swollen from Adam’s mouth, his pussy still twitching from the aftershocks of his climax.
Adam stands at the edge of the bed, watching him. Taking in every inch of his work. Noah looks wrecked. Open. Made for him. Adam exhales slowly, his cock aching, heavy, standing thick between his legs. Noah’s gaze flickers to it, his lips parting slightly, pupils blown wide. He shifts, his body humming with anticipation, his small hands fisting the sheets as he watches Adam crawl onto the bed. Adam moves over him, his large frame caging Noah in without pressing down, his heat radiating against Noah’s sensitive skin. His thumb stroking over his kiss-swollen lips.
“Open,” Adam murmurs, his voice thick with hunger.
Noah obeys instantly. Adam presses the tip of his cock against Noah’s lips, just barely brushing them. Noah’s breath catches as the thick head nudges against his mouth, warm and pulsing. Adam watches him, his gaze dark, waiting. Noah doesn’t hesitate. He tilts his chin, lips parting further, letting Adam sink inside.
A low, guttural groan rumbles from Adam’s chest as he slides in, slow and deliberate. The heat of Noah’s mouth wraps around him, wet and perfect, his tongue pressing against the thick underside of Adam’s cock. Adam exhales sharply, his grip tightening in Noah’s hair.
“Good,” he breathes, his other hand stroking Noah’s cheek as he sinks deeper, watching Noah’s lips stretch around him.
“That’s my good girl.”
Noah moans, his eyes fluttering shut, the praise sinking into him, making him melt even further. Adam pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, shallow at first, letting Noah adjust. His cock throbs in Noah’s mouth, thick and heavy, filling him up. Noah hums softly, his tongue swirling, his small hands gripping Adam’s thighs.
Adam’s jaw tightens as he watches him, completely lost in the sight. Noah, slick and open beneath him, pink and glistening, taking him so beautifully. Adam pulls back again, then thrusts a little deeper. Noah chokes softly, his throat constricting around him, his lashes fluttering as Adam grips his hair tighter.
“That’s it,” Adam groans, his hips rolling into the heat of Noah’s mouth. “Taking it so well.”
Noah moans around him, the vibrations sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up Adam’s spine. Adam doesn’t hold back. He thrusts into Noah’s mouth, deeper now, his cock stretching his lips wide, his thick head pressing against the back of Noah’s throat. Noah takes it, his small hands grasping at Adam’s thighs, his breath coming in short, needy whimpers. Adam strokes his cheek, his voice a low murmur.
“You love it, don’t you?”
Noah nods as best as he can, his throat tight around Adam’s cock, his entire body burning with want. Adam growls softly, his grip tightening as he holds Noah’s head still, his hips rocking in slow, deep thrusts. His cock pulses, leaking, Noah’s tongue lapping at the salty taste of his arousal.
“Say it,” Adam commands, his voice rough. “Tell me what you love.”
Noah’s breath shudders, his lips stretching as Adam eases out just enough to let him speak.
“I love Adam’s big fat penis,” he whispers, voice wrecked, lips slick.
Adam groans, his cock twitching against Noah’s swollen lips.
“Again.”
Noah licks his lips, his voice shaking. “I love Adam’s big fat penis.”
Adam rewards him with a slow thrust back into his mouth, making Noah whimper around him, his body arching off the bed. Again, Adam pulls back just enough, his fingers gripping Noah’s hair.
“One more time.”
Noah is barely coherent, his body flushed, his nipples hard, his pussy throbbing untouched between his thighs.
“I love Adam’s big fat penis,” he breathes, his voice breaking.
Adam groans, the possessiveness roaring through him, his control barely holding. His cock aches, so close, so full. He watches Noah, taking in the way his lips are swollen, his eyes hazy, his body pliant beneath him.
Then, gently, he pulls out, a string of saliva connecting them. Noah’s breath trembles, leaving his lips parted, wet and swollen. The absence is immediate, stark, like a tether cut too soon. He sways slightly, his whole body thrumming, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
Adam watches him, drinking in the wrecked state he’s left him in—the flushed cheeks, the damp strands of hair clinging to his temples, the dazed, glassy look in his eyes. His control, his power, settles deep in his chest, thick and undeniable.
His hand finds Noah’s jaw, thumb stroking over the slick curve of his bottom lip.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough, full of something dark and possessive.
Noah does. He blinks up at him, eyes hazy but locked onto Adam’s with something helpless, something unshaken. Something that says, I’m yours. I have always been yours.
Adam exhales slowly, letting his fingers trail lower, down Noah’s flushed throat, over his collarbone, his sternum, until they rest just above his navel. His heat is everywhere, imprinting on Noah’s skin like an inevitability.
Noah barely moves. He doesn’t squirm, doesn’t break eye contact, doesn’t even breathe too deeply. He just waits. His small hands press against the sheets at his sides, his body soft, pliant, already giving before Adam even tells him to.
Adam hums, slow and pleased. He tilts his head slightly, considering him.
“Do you want more?”
Noah’s lips part. He nods without hesitation.
Adam smiles then—small, knowing. “Say it.”
Noah swallows, his pulse thrumming visibly against his throat. “I want more.”
Adam hovered over him, his weight pressing into the mattress, his cock thick and heavy between them. Noah could feel it, hot, hard, pulsing against his slick pussy. The promise of it.
Noah’s legs tensed, his toes curling, his body already trying to open for Adam before he even pushed inside.
“You need it, don’t you?” Adam murmured, voice low, rough with restraint.
Noah nodded quickly, his breath catching. “Please.”
Adam smirked, dragging his fingers down Noah’s trembling stomach, his large hand spreading over the soft skin, feeling the way it rose and fell with his rapid breathing.
“Not just yet, baby.”
Noah whimpered, his body aching, desperate. His hands grasped at Adam’s arms, trying to pull him down, trying to get closer, but Adam was in control.
Adam pressed his cock against Noah’s hole, just resting it there. Heavy. Hot. Threatening. He didn’t push in—just let Noah feel the size of him, the blunt weight grinding slow circles against him. Noah trembled, his breath hitching in shallow gasps, his thighs twitching where they wrapped around Adam’s waist.
Adam leaned in, lips brushing Noah’s temple. His voice was low, rough.
“I saved it all for you, baby. You’re gonna take every fucking drop.”
Noah gasped at the words, his whole body jerking, his nails digging into Adam’s biceps. And then—
Adam pushed in.
Noah cried out, high and broken, his back arching off the mattress as Adam forced his way inside. The stretch was brutal—thick, burning, perfect. Noah felt every inch of it, his body struggling, fluttering around the intrusion, trying to take it, trying to open wider.
Adam groaned, deep and rough, locking both hands onto Noah’s hips. He held him there, pinning him down like prey, grinding deeper with steady, ruthless pressure until there was no part of him that wasn’t full of Adam. Inch by inch, forcing Noah’s body to split for him, until he was buried to the base.
Noah’s lips parted in a soundless moan, his whole body shaking from the pressure, the sheer weight of Adam inside him. His stomach was taut, stretched tight around the thick cock stuffing him full. He could feel Adam everywhere—filling him, owning him, taking up space that no one else could touch.
He exhaled a shaky breath, arms winding around Adam’s neck, clinging like he was drowning. Adam didn’t move right away. He stayed there, locked deep, grinding just enough to make Noah whimper, his breath rough against Noah’s ear. He wanted Noah to feel it. Wanted him to know he was claimed.
And then Adam pulled back, slow and heavy, dragging the thick length through Noah’s clenching hole—and slammed back in.
Noah moaned, sharp and wrecked, his nails dragging hard down Adam’s back. His whole body jolted with every brutal stroke. Adam grunted, hips rolling in a slow, punishing rhythm, every thrust deep and deliberate. Driving Noah down into the mattress, stuffing him so full he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but take it.
Each thrust shoved him higher up the bed, made the mattress creak, made the thin thong bite deeper between his ass cheeks. Noah could feel his own locked-up clit throbbing uselessly, trapped, neglected, leaking inside the cage as Adam used him.
Noah whimpered, desperate, his hands scrabbling down Adam’s slick back to grip his hips, trying to drag him even deeper. Faster. Harder. Anything.
Adam groaned, his cock throbbing thick inside Noah as his thrusts grew rougher, meaner. He wasn’t playing anymore—he was chasing it now. Chasing the moment where he could unload everything into the body pinned under him.
Noah could feel it coming, could feel Adam swelling inside him, the pulse building in his cock, the desperate tightening of the muscles in his back and hips.
Adam was going to come.
Inside him.
Deep.
Noah gasped, his legs tightening around Adam’s waist, locking him in, trapping him. He wanted it. Needed it.
Adam’s grip turned bruising on Noah’s hips. His thrusts stuttered, broke apart—
And then he slammed deep and stayed there, grinding, his body shuddering.
Adam came with a guttural moan, hips twitching as the first thick pulses of cum flooded into Noah’s stretched hole. Hot. Endless. Pouring into him like it would never stop.
Noah whimpered helplessly, clutching at Adam’s shoulders, overwhelmed by the flood of heat filling him. It was too much. Too deep. He could feel it dripping already, feel his body trying to milk every last drop.
Adam didn’t pull out. He stayed buried, grinding small, messy circles with his hips, forcing it deeper, groaning against Noah’s sweat-slicked skin.
Noah clung tighter, panting against Adam’s neck, his body spasming around the cock still lodged inside him. His mind was blank—nothing left but the feeling of being stuffed full, stretched wide, leaking Adam’s cum with every pulse.
Adam pressed his forehead against Noah’s, breath ragged. His hands smoothed over Noah’s shaking thighs, holding him still, keeping him open.
But he wasn’t done.
Adam reached blindly for the nightstand, fingers finding the plug he’d left there just for this.
Noah whimpered, already knowing. Already needing it.
Adam pulled out slowly, watching the thick spill of cum start to leak from Noah’s gaping hole. Noah cried out, body clenching uselessly, trying to hold onto him.
Adam caught the spill with his fingers, pushed it back in, and then pressed the plug against Noah’s slick hole.
“Hold it, baby,” Adam growled. “Don’t you dare lose a drop.”
Noah sobbed, biting his lip, as Adam pushed the plug in slow and deep. It stretched him all over again, sealing him up, trapping the thick, hot load inside.
The moment the plug popped into place, Noah’s whole body sagged against the bed, trembling, defeated.
Adam smoothed his big hands over Noah’s stomach, firm and claiming. Then he cupped Noah’s flushed face, tilted it up, and pressed a slow, filthy kiss against his parted lips.
“No spilling,” Adam whispered against his mouth.
Noah nodded frantically, his body still trembling, his breath broken.
“I’ll keep it,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Adam smiled darkly, dragging his thumb along Noah’s wet bottom lip.
“Good.”
And then, softer—almost a reward, almost a brand—
“Good girl.”
Noah exhaled, shivering under Adam’s hand, plugging up his body, holding onto every filthy inch of what Adam had given him.
