Page 73 of As the Years Pass

“Adam,” he says, his tone almost a whine.

“I’m here, baby,” I say, hooking my fingers into his briefs and tugging them down. “I’m here.”

His dick pops free, hard and leaking. I can’t get his briefs pushed down fast enough. When they’re off, I drag my tongue from his balls all the way to the tip where I lick up the bead of precum that’s collected there.

“Fuck, Adam—”

I wrap my mouth around the plump head, sucking on his soft flesh. He’s a little salty, and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

My chest aches, my body hot and wanting.

How have I gone so long without this? Without him?

“Adam, please…”

I slide my free hand up his abs, opening my eyes to look at him. I hold my hand out.

“You know what to do,” I say, my lips pressed against his dick.

He takes two of my fingers into his mouth and sucks, getting them soaked. I bring my hand to his hole and press my two wet fingers inside him.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out. “Fuck…fuck.”

“This okay?” I ask.

“So fucking okay.”

He loosens around me, so I push in deeper, pressing upward when I feel his prostate. He whines, hips lifting from the bed. A stream of precum leaks from his tip and I watch as it trails down the center of his beautiful cock. I lean in and lick it up before it reaches his balls, and then I take him into my mouth again.

Emmet is vocal and not afraid to show me how good I make him feel. It was always one of my favorite things about him, always what made me know that I was important, that I meant something, that he cared. He made it known, one way or another, but mostly with his words.

I know I’m doing everything right by what he’s showing me on the rare occasion he isn’t using his words.

“Stop,” he says. “Please, I don’t want to come.”

I slap his hand away and keep doing what I’m doing.

“Adam, please—I’m going to—”

I stroke his prostate with two fingers and suck on the tip of his cock. Then I take him to the back of my throat. I gag. He comes, shooting down my throat so hard and so fast I hardly get to taste him. Such a shame.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Emmet

I can hardly think after that orgasm. I’m panting, my body covered in sweat, my hole aching in the best way possible. It’s been years since anything has been inside me.

I tried it myself a few times, but it was never the same, and so it was unsuccessful. That touch was always meant to be his.

Adam crawls up to lay beside me, but I pull on his arm so he falls onto me. His weight is welcome, our bodies stuck together from the sweat.

“Fuck my face.”

His eyes go wide, but then he smirks.

I know he’s hard. I know he wants to come. I won’t let him walk away from this without getting a release. This isn’t anapology, and if it was, I don’t fucking want it. I just want him. Like this. Clear-headed. Honest. Real.

We were always real with one another, up until the very end when things got… messy.