Kozy Kills Mini-Fic #1-Parts 1&2 Adam and Noah (Patreon)

Hi guys, This is the first of eight 3-4 chapter stories of each couple I'm creating just for fun. 2 of the chapters will be in the newslett

Hi guys, 

This is the first of eight 3-4 chapter stories of each couple I'm creating just for fun. 2 of the chapters will be in the newsletter but two will be Patreon exclusive.

This is unbeta'd, unedited and dirty as fuck. If you have an ick for spit, this might not be for you.

Noah

Noah loves his husband. That’s not even a question. He’d kill for him. Die for him. But on days like this, where he’s in full tantrum mode, he has to remember that he’s not supposed to find these outbursts adorable. It used to make him nervous, angry people in general still make Noah panic, but after all these years, Noah knows that Adam venting is a pressure release for him and he acts accordingly, just sitting on the couch and watching him pace as he bitches at whatever offense has gotten his very tight, very expensive underwear in a twist.

Today it's the twins. The murder twins, not the littles. Apparently, after Felix and Zane had called regarding their surrogate Genevieve, the two had run off, ditching Adam to do a full clean up all on his own. Something Noah knows for a fact Adam has done to them no less than a dozen times.

He does his best to keep his lip trapped between his teeth so he doesn’t accidentally smile and have his husband turn that attitude on him. Not that he’d hurt him…well, not in any way Noah didn’t beg for almost daily.

“…it’s just common courtesy,” Adam finishes, turning his sulky face back to Noah.

Noah would usually point out to Adam that he’d done it to them too and that it was different now that the twins and their spouses were expanding their family. But, lately, Noah had been handling Adam’s tantrums in a slightly different way. In a more…creative way. One that had garnered impressive results. Thomas would be proud of Noah’s anecdotal evidence.

Adam pivoted, giving Noah a view of the golden skin between his shirt and pants. It was probably weird that he found his pouting husband as attractive as he did, but Adam was otherworldly beautiful on his worst day. And Noah had seen him at his absolute lowest points. He’d seen him covered in so much blood he looked like he was reenacting the movie Carrie, so much so that the only part of him visible was his gorgeous husky blue eyes.

Noah had seen him passed out naked, sweaty and covered in his own vomit from a stomach bug that had hit the Mulvaney’s like a tsunami ten months ago and crippled the whole operation for almost two weeks. He’d seen him drunk, he’d seen him sick, he’d seen him at his most deranged. He loved him no matter what.

But days like today, where he was fresh out of the shower, black hair wet and messy, Noah couldn’t believe he had free range to just kiss and lick and touch any part of him he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was surreal, like someone telling you that your celebrity crush not only knew you liked them, but also liked you back.

Not that Noah would ever tell his egomaniac husband any of this. He had some dignity. Not much, but…some. And Adam didn’t need a bigger ego outside of the bedroom. He was already insufferable enough.

“Are you even listening?” Adam sulked.

“Of course, I am, baby,” Noah assured him in the calmest, sweetest tone he could manage without Adam becoming suspicious that he was placating him.

And he was…sort of. He really wanted to listen to Adam rant, but it was really hard to concentrate. He was trying not to objectify his Adam while he was being vulnerable, but the sleeveless, white Celene cropped tank he wore showed off the curve of well-muscled arms and his insanely defined abs as he moved, and the loose black linen pants he wore weren’t loose enough to hide the generous swell of his ass or the fact that he’d clearly opted to forego the aforementioned tight, expensive underwear after his shower.

Fuck, he was hot. Or Noah was horny. He raked his heated gaze over his husband’s form. It was both. Yeah, definitely both. He wanted him. Bad. Noah placed a pillow in his lap, knowing his joggers would do nothing to hide his semi-hard dick if Adam’s gaze happened to angle downward.

“Come here, baby,” Noah crooned, trying not to laugh as Adam flounced his way to the coach, then flopped down beside him. Noah took his hands. “Let’s try our breathing, okay?”

Adam glowered at him. “This is stupid.”

No, it was childish. But that didn’t mean it didn’t work. “Take a deep breath, remember?”

Adam glowered at him.

“Humor me,” Noah coaxed. “Smell the flowers…” Noah prompted, taking a deep breath. Adam scrunched up his face, clearly irritated, but then he sucked in a breath. “Blow out the candles.” Noah let out a breath through his mouth. Adam begrudgingly did as well. “Good!” Noah encouraged. “Again.”

Okay, so maybe it was bad. No, it was definitely bad. Wrong even. But lately, whenever Adam had an outburst, Noah had started treating him the same way he did the girls when they would get angry. He found that the same techniques they used for teaching emotional regulation to angry preschoolers, also worked wonders for his ragey, psychopath husband.

After a couple of rounds of this, Noah smiled brightly. “Better?”

Adam shrugged one muscular shoulder. “I guess. Better enough not to egg Asa’s Maserati, but not better enough to not ditch them at the next crime scene. They shouldn’t get special privileges because they’ve started breeding.”

“I know, baby,” Noah said, patting Adam’s cheek, absently noting he hadn’t shaved that morning. His cock twitched, warmth pooling low in his belly as he fought the urge to run his thumb along Adam’s full lower lip. “But you handled it perfectly. If I had a gold star I’d give it to you,” he promised, then dropped a kiss on his nose, then his jaw, then his lips, first quickly, then in a kiss that lingered.

“I think there’s something else you could give me instead,” Adam said, grabbing the pillow from Noah’s lap, smirking when he saw he was hard. “Perv. I swear my anger turns you on.”

Before they could get much further, an alarm sounded from Noah’s phone. He groaned. “Fuck. I have a quick meeting on Zoom. Hold that thought for like thirty minutes.”

“Ugh,” Adam grumped. “I hate that you have a day job. I’m bored.” He flopped onto his back in the space where Noah had just vacated, kicking his feet. “We’re rich, why did you have to tell my dad that you felt like a freeloader.”

“I was a freeloader. And so are you, if I’m being honest.”

“Who cares?” Adam cried. “My father has enough money to like…solve world hunger. He makes enough to cover our mortgage, both cars and our yearly food budget in the same amount of time it will take you to have that Zoom call. Really, you should feel guilty for taking a job away from someone who actually needs it. Also, not to put too fine a point on it but we have jobs, we just can’t tell anyone.”

Noah rolled his eyes. “Watch some tv or something, I’ll be back.” His gaze fell to his husband’s crotch. “Make sure that’s still there when I get back,” he said, leaning down to palm over the length starting to thicken in his pants. Adam groaned. “Be back soon”

He walked upstairs to the small desk in the corner of their bedroom right next to the railing where he could look down into the living room. He didn’t bother to change before pulling up the link for the call.

Most of his team worked from home. Honestly, he’d just be happy if they remembered to fucking mute themselves so he didn’t have to listen to people vacuuming their carpets or chomping obnoxiously on their snacks.

There was such a thing as Zoom etiquette.

Noah signed on and waited as the smiling faces of his team popped up in tiny boxes, saving his greeting until they were all there. He was five minutes into the marketing campaign for Thomas’s latest fundraiser when he heard it, his eyes shifting to look down at his husband. Adam was still on the couch, ankles crossed, his laptop on his stomach, the volume just loud enough for Noah to hear some of the noises, but no dialogue.

Maybe he was watching some kind of action movie. It would explain the grunting and the heavy breathing. Why hadn’t he just put his headphones on? He shook his head, doing his best to ignore it. It took another seven minutes for Noah to realize it was definitely an action movie, but not the kind of action he’d originally thought.

He closed his eyes, praying for patience, before smiling then holding a finger up to his team. He muted himself then covered the camera, leveling a hostile stare at Adam.

“Do you mind?” he snapped.

Adam blinked up at him with innocent eyes? “You’re the one who told me to make sure I was still hard when you were done,” he said, rubbing himself through his pants.

Noah shifted uncomfortably, his own cock not getting the message that it was work time, not play time. “Just…put your headphones on or something.”

Adam gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. “You got it, babe.”

Noah blew out a heavy breath, then turned back to his team, unmuting himself. “Sorry, about that guys. Technical difficulties. Where were we?”

Before anyone could remind him, the very obvious sounds of sex filled the apartment. Skin slapping, graphic moans and a man’s voice begging someone to fuck him harder now blared through the loft’s Bose system.

Noah watched his own eyes go wide in the square holding his picture, his face turning tomato red before he fumbled to click the mute button as his team began to giggle.

Once he was muted, he stood, leaning over the railing where Adam was staring up at him, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oops.”

Noah grabbed the stuffed dog that looked like Dexter from his desk and chucked it at his husband, feeling slightly nullified when it bounced off his skull. “I’ll show you oops, Adam Mulvaney.”

“What?” he cried. “It was an accident. My…finger slipped. Look, I’ll put on my headphones.”

“No,” Noah said. “You’ll put on fucking cartoons. Do you hear me? If I hear anything that doesn’t sound like it's from the Cartoon Network, I’ll…”

Adam slid his hands into his pants, working himself slowly. “You’ll what, baby?” He moaned obscenely. “Talk slow.”

Absolutely insufferable. Fine. Two could play at that game. In his sexiest voice he said, “Okay, baby. First, I’m going to go downstairs.”

Adam gave him a dirty grin. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, running his hand up under his own shirt.

“Oh, fuck yeah, then what?”

“And then…” Noah said. “I’m gonna call your father and tell him what you just did and listen while he eviscerates you for playing porn in front of his fundraising team,” he shouted.

Adam’s expression grew sulky once more. “Wow. Now look what you did. You killed my boner. I don’t want to hear you whining when you get off this meeting but can’t get off on my dick because it's permanently out of commission. Why’d you have to bring my dad into this?”

Adam removed his hand from his pants and grabbed the remote, making a show of turning on the television.

Noah took a deep breath. Smell the flowers…blow out the candles… Smell the flowers…blow out the candles…before hitting the button on the computer once more. “Sorry, I think someone…hi-hijacked our wi-fi.”

His jaw ticked as Adam barked out a laugh. He was going to fucking kill him when this meeting was over. Well, first he was going to make him fuck him, then he was going to kill him. Priorities.

Asshole.

Thankfully, the rest of the meeting went off without a hitch, though it did go about ten minutes longer than planned. Still, Noah breathed a sigh of relief as he finally signed off. He took a minute to pull himself together, then realized that it had gone freakishly quiet downstairs. Had he fallen asleep?

He glanced over the railing to see his husband sitting up, glaring at the television with the sound off. “Babe?”

“Come downstairs.”

Noah startled at his suddenly frigid tone. Why did he suddenly sound pissed? Noah hadn’t played porn during one of his meetings. Not that Adam ever had any.

Still, he pushed away from the desk and jogged downstairs, stopping short when he saw that Adam had not turned on the Cartoon Network but YouTube. The same YouTube channel Noah had put on when Arabella and Adelyn had been there the other day. The same video using the same techniques Noah had been using on Adam for at least that long.

“Have you been using Ms. Rachel to…manage me?” Adam asks, eyes glittering meanly.

“Maybe?” Noah said meekly.

Adam stood, stalking towards him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to need an ambulance when I’m done.”

If Noah had any sense, he would know not to provoke Adam when he was in this kind of mood, but honestly, it had been a long time since Adam had brutalized him…just a little. “Babe, it looks like you’re having a lot of big feelings about this.”

“Noah,” he said, his name a warning.

His low, threatening tone sent a shiver along his skin. “Oh, no. Is someone upsetty spaghetti?” he asked in mock horror, peeling off his shirt and tossing it directly onto his husband’s furious face.

Adam snatched the shirt, tossing it aside then rocketed off the couch, upending Noah over his shoulder, slapping his ass twice, hard enough to rob him of breath. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, you little shit.”

“Promise?” Noah asked, sliding his hands into Adam’s pants, moaning when he saw he was indeed correct about the underwear situation.

Noah thought he’d take him upstairs, but he walked him only as far as the small dining room table, dropping him back on his feet and spinning him around to face it. “Bend over.”

“Yes, sir,” Noah purred.

Adam gave him an evil sneer. “You’re not gonna be so cocky in a minute. Pants down.”

Noah looked back at him, batting his lashes. “Underwear too?”

Adam spun him around. “Is this how you want to play this, brat? You know what’s going to happen to you, right?”

Noah smirked. God, he fucking loved when his husband went feral. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you gonna fucking do something about it?”

Adam grabbed him by the throat, then kissed him, fucking his tongue into his mouth until Noah moaned. When he pulled back he slapped Noah on the cheek, not hard enough to truly hurt him, just enough to have butterflies taking flight in his stomach.

“I hope you remember your safeword. You’re gonna fucking need it.”

“Promises, promises,” Noah said in a sing-song voice.

Adam slapped him again, then pried his mouth open, spitting on his tongue. “Fucking swallow it.”

Noah shivered, swallowing audibly. Adam hadn’t done that in a long time. If it had been anybody else in the word, Noah might have puked, but he was never more turned on than when Adam was claiming ownership of his body.

He turned him back around  and pushed him back over the table. He didn’t wait for Noah this time, yanking his pants and underwear down to his ankles, biting his ass cheek on his way back up, making a satisfied grunt when Noah yelped.

Psycho.

“Open your legs.”

Noah bit his bottom lip, then did as he asked. He thought he’d finger him open and fuck him hard and fast, but instead he blanketed himself over him, rubbing his hard length between his cheeks. “You look so pretty when you’re playing whore for me.”

The words stole the air from his lungs, maybe from the room. “I am a whore for you,” Noah promised. “Just you.”

“It better be just me,” Adam growled.

It was all a show. This game they played. Adam knew Noah would never cheat, would never even want to, but when they played hard like this, Noah knew just what to say to keep his head in the game.

“Or what?” he questioned, innocently.

Adam’s hand came down hard on his bare ass. “If you don’t stop, you really will need that ambulance.”

Noah’s blood was on fire, his heart thudding loudly in his ears, and it suddenly struck him how badly he needed this, to be possessed, owned, abused just a little. His therapist promised that this was normal, that it was okay as long as it was consensual, but it always overtook him so quickly, this sudden hole that opened up inside him that could only be filled with Adam’s all consuming brutality.

Adam’s hands on his hips slowed as Noah whined, “Prove it. It's been so long since you’ve hurt me. I’m starting to get jealous of Zane’s bruises.”

Adam went rigid behind him and Noah gave a secret, satisfied smile. He had finally found the key that unlocked his husband's inner demon. A sliver of fear crept in, not enough to make him stop, but just enough to make him hard and a little breathless. But only a little. If he wasn’t careful his husband really would fuck him into a hospital bed and then they’d both be in trouble. That was tomorrow Noah’s problem.

Noah shivered in anticipation, but then Adam was just gone, stalking into the kitchen, muttering “Don’t you dare fucking move,”

Noah listened as Adam rustled around in there, finally propping his elbows on the table to watch. What the fuck was he doing?

“Adam…”

“Eyes closed,” Adam said, voice low.

For the first time since they started, Noah’s stomach churned as his eyelids fluttered closed, waiting, but as the seconds ticked past, Adam did nothing. That nothing had Noah whimpering, wiggling his ass, hoping to entice him to get on with whatever punishment he planned on doling out.

Noah’s breath left him in a gasp as something hard and flat slapped against his ass cheek leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Adam,” he gasped.

“What?” Adam asked, tauntingly, rubbing the spot he’d slapped. “Never been spanked with a wooden spoon before?”

Before he could answer, Adam brought it down again on the other side. Noah squeezed his eyes shut, hissing in pain. No, he hadn’t ever been spanked with a wooden spoon before. The sting was sharp, then burning, before fading to a dull throb. It made his head fuzzy and his whole body feel like one overstimulated nerve. He couldn’t stop the low moans that escaped with each blow.

Adam chuckled. “You’re such a good little whore for me, aren’t you? So desperate to be marked. Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” Noah gasped.

“Good.”

Adam brought the spoon down again, then again,  in short, hard smacks that had Noah clawing at the wooden table.

“Baby,” he whined, unable to catch his breath during the onslaught. It felt like he was everywhere, the pain was everywhere.

“You thought you could treat me like a child?” he grunted, slapping the inside of Noah’s thighs, first one, then the other, while Noah wailed.

“Ow,” Noah keened, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs. He was so fucking hard. “It hurts.”

“You should have thought about the consequences, before you decided to be a little brat. You treat me like a child, I will treat you like one. Bad boys get spanked.”

Everywhere the spoon had landed, now felt raw like Noah had a sunburn, just this all over sting that made him feel loopy and shivery. He was sweating, his body slipping on  the slick surface of the table. It had been months since they’d done impact play, and Noah had forgotten how much he craved that pleasure-pain. And how much Adam enjoyed doling it out.

“Please…” he gasped, as another blow landed.

“Please what?” Adam teased.

Noah floundered. “I-I need…something. Anything. More.”

Adam laughed. “Something?” The side of the spoon slid between Noah’s cheeks. “You need something inside you? Need me inside you? Need me to fill you up? Do you feel empty, baby?”

Noah’s mouth was totally dry. He could only nod. The spoon clattered onto the table beside his head, startling him and it was only then he remembered his eyes were still closed.

All he could do was lay there, trembling, waiting to see what he did next. Adam’s fingers slipped into the crevice of his ass. He had barely a moment to register the touch before three slick fingers speared into him, causing him to cry out as his body seized around them, the burn bringing tears to his eyes.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Adam taunted, fucking his fingers hard and deep, forcing Noah onto his tiptoes. “You’re the one who wanted to play this game.”

He opened his mouth to say something, anything in his defense, but all that came was a long, low moan. The pain was too good, intense and burning one second, then a weightless fucking euphoria the next as Adam’s knuckles dragged across his prostate with each twisting thrust until Noah was speechless.

Adam leaned over him, lips right against his ear as he rasped, “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so fucking tight for me. Your body sucking me in like it knows how desperate you are to be used. But don’t worry, I’m gonna make you good and sloppy before I fucking wreck you, dirty boy.”

Noah couldn’t stop the whine he gave. He pressed his sweaty forehead to the cold table, blushing at the loud, squelching sounds his body made as Adam forced yet another finger inside him, curling upwards, applying enough pressure to have Noah’s vision and his knees giving out. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Adam crooned. “Please use you? Breed you? Ruin you? Are you that desperate for it? Do you want my cock that badly?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted mindlessly. “Please…”

It used to embarrass him how easily he let go of his dignity, how quickly his husband could destroy his pride, but he knew Adam was rock hard, that he was barely holding himself back, just so they could play like this. He knew Adam was just as wrecked, just as needy, but holding it all back for Noah.

Adam tsked. “I’ll decide when you’re fucking ready.” Noah whimpered and Adam’s responding laugh gave him goosebumps. “My greedy little whore. So pretty when you’re falling apart for me.”

“Ad—”

Adam cut him off by forcing two fingers from his other hand between Noah’s lips. “Suck.”

Noah did as he was told, saliva pooling in his mouth as he nursed hungrily at Adam’s fingers while he continued to work him open. Drool poured down Adam’s fingers as he forced them deep enough to make Noah gag.

“Look at you, so fucking dirty, filled at both ends and still not enough. You’re such a mess. You love getting used like this, love being my whore, huh? Show me. Show me how bad you want it.”

Noah groaned, pushing his tongue between Adam’s fingers, sucking greedily, whining as he pushed himself back on four fingers just needing more, needing Adam. His fingers weren’t enough. Not even a little bit.

Until they were gone.

Adam removed them from his mouth and ass, leaving Noah feeling untethered, empty and hollow in a way that scared him. In a way that felt too real and too scary.

He wouldn’t leave him like this. Wouldn’t leave him with this gnawing desperate ache inside. Any second Adam was going to push into him, fuck him, restore Noah’s balance that was suddenly off-kilter without him inside him somehow. But nothing happened. Time ticked until Noah was trembling, his nerves feeling raw and exposed, the urge to cry bubbling within him.

“Adam,” Noah cried, real fear etching into his voice.

“Shh,” Adam soothed. “I got you, baby. I’m right here.”

Something unknotted within Noah as Adam grabbed him by his hair. kissing him greedily, biting at his lips, then pulling back to pinch his face, forcing his mouth open and spitting on his tongue once more. “Kneel.”

Noah didn’t know what it said about him, that he dropped without question, gazing up at Adam like he was his owner. He crouched down in front of Noah, still fully dressed, thick cock tenting his black pants. He combed his hands through Noah’s sweaty hair, kissing his forehead, then slapping his face had enough to sting. “My good boy. So fucking needy.”

He stood once more, peeling off his shirt, then lowering his pants enough for the length of his cock to spring free, so hard  it was fleshed red and leaking. He dragged the length through the mess of drool on Noah’s chin, then forced the head past his lips. “Suck,” he said, the mask of humanity he wore sliding away, leaving only the monster behind.

Noah whined, doing as Adam commanded, tonguing the slit, tasting the bitter precum, before greedily nursing the tip like he had his fingers, moaning around it, hoping Adam would lose his patience and fuck his throat.

“Eyes on me, pretty,” Adam said, pulling his cock free. “Tongue out.”

Noah sat back on his heels, eyes locking onto Adam’s as he complied. Noah could never explain to anyone with any…eloquence what it was like being on his knees for a psychopath, knowing his life was essentially in his hands.

The only thing Noah could equate it to was those people who put their heads in a gator's mouth…for fun. Adam could take Noah out at any moment, but he wouldn’t. It was a…controlled danger. A hypnotic and addictive pleasure pain cycle that made Noah feel high.

Adam slapped the heavy weight of his cock onto Noah’s tongue, teasing it in and out. “Want me to fuck your throat til you can’t speak? Until you can’t breathe? Want to swallow my load?”

Noah whimpered. “Yes. Yes. Adam, please… I need it.”

Adam leaned down, spitting into his mouth once more, then forcing it shut. “Start with this. Swallow.”

Noah swallowed audibly, his cock  so hard, he might actually die from it. They never played like this anymore. Ever. Maybe some less intense variation, but it had been forever since Adam had wanted his DNA on every part of Noah.

He sent up a thank you to whatever god had left Ms. Rachel up on the television.

“You ready?” Adam asked. Noah nodded quickly, tears already leaking from his eyes just from the sheer, overwhelming magnitude of their play. “You know I love you, right?” Adam asked suddenly, voice deceptively soft as he petted fingers through the sweaty, tangled snarl of Noah’s hair.

Noah nodded, wanting desperately to tell him he loved him too, but the words stuck.

Once more Adam dropped into view, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his messy mouth. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Then Adam stood, forcing his cock between Noah’s lips, not stopping until it hit the back of his throat making him gag violently, throat spasming at the invasion. Adam didn’t give him a chance to collect himself, just twisted his fingers in Noah’s hair and used his mouth like he was some kind of inanimate sex toy, like his only goal was to get off and feed Noah his load.

Noah forced himself to not panic, to remember to breathe through his nose, relax his throat,and just let Adam use him. The ache felt good. It all felt good, the sound of Adam’s heavy breaths, the feel of his pubic hair tickling Noah’s nose as he forced him to take it all, the raw, broken way Adam would rasp, “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. Good boy.”

Noah’s hands wrapped around Adam’s thighs as much because he needed to ground himself, as it was a safety measure. Two taps and it all stopped, two taps and Adam would stop immediately. That was the rule. But Noah didn’t want him to stop, even though his throat was convulsing around the head of Adam’s cock, saliva pouring down his chin, his head swimming from lack of oxygen. If Adam would just let him touch himself, he’d come in a second.

Adam gave a dirty chuckle. “God, you’re never happier than when you’re choking on my cock, huh?” he taunted, then pulled free.

Noah collapsed back onto his calves, tears and snot and drool everywhere. “Adam, please…I need to come,” he begged, voice hoarse from abuse.

Adam yanked him to his feet, his hands cupping his face. “You’re never prettier than you are like this.” he said, then pushed him back on the table.

Noah watched through heavy lids as Adam grabbed something else from the table…olive oil. He was nothing if not creative. He coated his cock thoroughly, then pushed Noah back with a hand in the center of his chest, skin catching as Adam caught him under the knees, yanking his ass off the table before slamming his cock home in one motion that had Noah’s eyes rolling even as he hissed in pain, his body doing its best to adjust to the unexpected invasion.

Adam didn’t care about Noah’s comfort. He practically bent him in half, letting his calves rest on his shoulders as he pounded into him with a force that robbed Noah of breath. He could do little more than clutch the edge of the table and hang on. “Adam, please. Please. I need to come. Can I touch myself? Can I get off? Please? Please?”

Adam’s eyes glittered meanly but he looked at Noah like they were the only two people in the world. “You can come when I’m done breeding you.”

“Adam,” he gasped, a moan spilling out as he changed the angle and each thrust connected with that bundle of nerves that made Noah feel like he could see the face of God. “Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, please don’t stop, I might be able to come just from this,” he said in wonder.

Adam chuckled, but doubled his efforts until Noah was babbling, begging, making these high-pitched keening sounds as he hurtled closer and closer to his orgasm. It was torture. It was ecstasy, and Noah didn’t know if he ever wanted it to end. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he chanted mindlessly.

“You love this cock,” Adam grunted, starting to sweat himself. “But it loves you too. You feel so fucking good. You’re slutty little hole is just milking my cock, just begging to be filled. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you full, make sure everyone knows who you belong to? Maybe I’ll spend the rest of the day using your mouth and your ass until my cum is leaking out of every part of you. Want me to remind you that you're mine to use? Mine to fuck. Mine to breed.”

Noah was past the point of speech, past the point of thinking, his whole world had collapsed until it was only pleasure and Adam’s voice, Adam’s cock, Adam’s hands gripping bruises into the backs of his knees, Adam’s sweat dripping onto Noah’s face and lips. “Please. Please,” he sobbed. “Please can I come. I’ve been good,” Noah promised. He didn’t even know what he was saying. He didn’t care. He just hoped if he kept babbling there would be some magic word that would make Adam finally touch his dick before he died.

From somewhere in the distance, the doorbell chimed indicating someone had entered the first door that led to their hallway. Noah frowned. Who the… His eyes flew open and he slapped Adam’s arm. The housekeeper. “Stop. Stop. Stop,” he cried, looking around frantically.

Adam scoffed between panting breaths. “I’m not stopping until you look like a crime scene.”

“This will be a crime scene when we’re both arrested for indecent exposure when the housekeeper walks in here five minutes from now.”

He tried to sit up, but Adam forced him back down with a hand on his chest. “We’re not stopping until we’ve both come,” he said, guiding Noah’s hand to his dick as his hips started pistoning into Noah with hard, deep thrusts that made his toes curl. “Better hurry.”

Noah was too far gone to even care about the consequences, now that his fist was finally closing around his aching cock, he slammed his head back on the table, jerking himself in time with Adam’s thrusts, palm just sweaty enough to avoid the rough catch of skin on skin.

Noah was so close…so close…it was right there…”Oh, God. Oh, fucking God, Adam. Adam. Adam.”

Adam slammed home one final time, groaning as he came, working against Noah in weak, aborted thrusts, before grinding into him. “There you go, baby. Now you can come. Come for me.”

Noah all but screamed as Adam pulled his cock free then slammed four fingers inside his sloppy, oversensitive hole, curling his fingers just so. Then he was coming, ropes of white painting his stomach and chest, even his chin, his vision going fuzzy and his legs shaking.

They didn’t have time to enjoy the afterglow. Adam yanked Noah into a sitting position, then dragged his pants back up. He grabbed his abandoned shirt, then shoved Noah’s towards him. Noah didn’t notice at first, too busy trying to balance on one foot as he jammed his leg into his joggers, yanking them up just as the lock turned on the door and the housekeeper walked in, blinking owlishly at both of them.

Noah dropped his gaze, holding his shirt to him like some scandalized maiden, unable to hold eye contact with the tiny woman who was old enough to be his grandmother. That’s when he spotted them, his underwear. He gripped them with his toes and shot put them under the couch, hitting his husband in the shoulder when he stifled a laugh.

“Hi, Martha,” Noah said weakly, giving a half-hearted wave as he hid behind his husband.

Martha looked from the wooden spoon and olive oil on the table to the two of them, once then twice, before picking up her bucket of cleaning supplies and marching upstairs to the bedroom.

“Oh,my God,” Noah groaned. “Tomorrow the headline’s going to read:  Mulvaney Heir and Protege Husband Traumatize Housekeeping Staff with Vulgar Display.

Adam tugged Noah into the corner of the kitchen where they were out of the housekeeper’s view, then he picked him up and plopped him onto the counter. Noah frowned as Adam wet a washcloth then came back and started wiping Noah’s face.

“What?” Noah asked. “Did I have come on my face?”

“Among other things,” Adam said, amused. “You truly did look like a crime scene.”

“She’s going to quit,” Noah whined.

“Nah, Martha’s tough. She’ll stick it out,” Adam promised, wrapping his arms around Noah, then placing his head on his shoulder.

Nobody would ever believe it was Adam who got clingy after their truly brutal sessions, but it was. He always needed some way to connect, to make sure they were still okay.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice muffled.

“That’s kind of the point,” Noah teased. When Adam sat back and glowered at him, Noah cupped his face, petting his hands over his cheeks and hair. “No, baby. I’m fine. I’ll be a little sore tomorrow but nothing I can’t handle.”

“When we go out tonight, I’ll buy you all the desserts,” Adam promised, burying his face once more.

Noah laughed, absorbing the warmth of his body. They had reservations at a fancy restaurant for the first time in a while. They hadn’t had a real date night in forever. They had sort of just fallen into a routine of complacency.

Not that the sex wasn’t awesome and they weren’t more in love than ever before. But they had become…homebodies. When they weren’t working or killing people Netflix, delivery and lazy sex on the couch just sounded more fun than partying.

“Wanna watch tv until she goes?” Noah asked.

“Mm.”

Adam set him gently on his feet.

“What do you wanna watch? Ms. Rachel?” Noah teased, cackling when Adam wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him from his feet, earning a look from Martha where she stood by the railing, feather duster in hand.

Noah ignored the urge to apologize. Once they settled onto the couch, the phone rang, a dapper picture of Thomas popping up. Adam’s phone.

“Answer it,” Noah snapped, when Adam silenced it.

“No.”

Noah slapped his arm. “Adam!”

“Ugh, fine.”

He swiped the answer button. “‘lo?”

Thomas’s voice was low and urgent, Noah pressed his head to Adam’s above the phone so he could hear too. “I have an assignment for you.”

Adam made a noise of disbelief. “What? I just finished an… assignment this morning thanks to your lazy sons.”

Noah slapped Adam again earning an exasperated look until Noah nodded his head towards the housekeeper. Adam rolled his eyes, then nodded.

“I need you to take out a target. It’s important. I can’t send the others. I need it done right now. It’s like a two hour drive out of town,” Thomas asked, still sounding tense.

“It’s freckles turn,” Adam whined. “Noah and I have a date tonight.”

Noah didn’t want to miss their date but there was something in Thomas’s tone that threw Noah for a loop.

“We found one of Jeffries' proteges,” Thomas said, tone grim.

Jeffries. The man who had tormented Thomas and almost outed all the Mulvaney family secrets, a man so jealous of Thomas he created his own family of psychopaths. This was one of them.

“What? Seriously?” Noah croaked.

“Yes, we need to take him down tonight or we could miss our opportunity. You know how transient this fuckers are.”

Noah blinked at the venom in Thomas’s tone.

“We have reservations,” Adam said “We haven’t had a date night in like three months.”

“Adam.”

“It’s fine,” Noah said. “He’ll do it.” When Adam sucked his teeth, Noah rolled his eyes. “We’ll do it. I’ll go with him.”

“You will?” Thomas and Adam said at the same time.

Noah sighed. He hated the killing, but he hated a sad Adam more. “Sure. Why not. I don’t want to miss date night. Maybe we’ll grab food after and get a hotel. If you can spare me from work tomorrow?” Noah added hopefully.

“I’ll send the details.”

Noah assumed that meant yes. Then with that Thomas was gone.

“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” Adam said, grumpily.

“Smell the flowers….” Noah said in a sing-song voice. “Blow out the can-”

Noah shrieked with laughter as Adam dug his fingers into his ribs, then dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door to kiss him away from prying eyes.

“I thought you were worried you fucked me into an actual hospital visit,” Noah taunted.

“It’s still early,” Adam muttered.

“You love me?” Noah asked. He meant for it to sound casual, but it sounded a little desperate even to his own ears.

Adam nuzzled his neck. “Maybe.”

“You maybe love me?” he whispered.

“Mm,” Adam promised, kissing his hairline.

“Good, I maybe still love you too.”

Adam hugged him tightly. “Good.”