Adam and Jacob

Milking

Besides the physical, mental and emotional satisfaction Adam got from giving Jacob world shattering orgasms through his prostate, he also just lived to hear the way his voice lifted into an airy and light octave that turned into nearly incomprehensible stuttering.

Jacob came home and Adam kissed him domineeringly right on the porch where everyone could see. "My trophy husband is home. I missed you, baby."

Jacob dropped the mail on the little table and buried his head into his neck. "I thought you didn't get my text."

"I was busy scheming," Adam chuckled. His fingers found his hair to scratch at his scalp like a puppy. "How's my good boy today?"

He grumbled but muttered, "I did a lot of good work with advertising. I tried to take it seriously." A whimper wobbled its way out when Adam kissed at his neck hungrily. "I-I was so good today."

Adam could just explode. Jacob was so cute it was annoying and stupid. His cheeks were pink with growing lust and shyness, then darkened when Adam pushed him toward the door. "Go on, detox and then I'm going to introduce you to something new."

He let that hang so Jacob would hyper-fixate on what it could be. He knew his ADHD well enough to know even with his hectic mind and slow going with his relaxation, it would continue to marinate until he was desperate to just get started.

Adam sighed happily as he sipped at his beer in the kitchen. He was feeling light, there was something to look forward to. Lately he could feel he was gearing up for a depressive spell. But this, giving Jacob what he was about to give him, made his spirits lift.

After a while he heard him shuffling around the bed curiously and smirked. There was nothing he could see, everything was hidden and he'd be unable to resist anyhow.

"Adam?" He swiveled to see Jacob staring down at the floor nervously. "I'm ready. I need attention."

He was on his feet to hug him right away. "Are you sure? It'll be a while before you can move again."

His eyes widened. "What are you going to do to me?"

Adam didn't respond save for pulling him into the bedroom and pushing him against the bed to kiss all over him. He undressed him gently, that was part of his plan. Jacob needed to feel safe with him, especially before anal. Sometimes he worried he'd go into a flashback during sex this way but the amount of trust he put in Adam was the weight of the sky on his shoulders. He carried it with pride and would never, ever break it, so they started simple.

"Baby," He murmured down to him. "What's our safe word?"

Jacob's eyes fluttered open. "Eleven."

The day of June they got married. Sometimes it hit Adam all over again; this was for life. They'd grow old together, they'd probably be the way they were right now forever and ever. They'd be buried next to each other as husband and husband.

"Good boy, I just wanted to make sure." He chuckled, Jacob was twitching a little under him. "What's that?"

His husband bashfully looked away but he forced him back. "I get excited when you're on top. Are we doing pain play?"

Adam shook his head. "I can't tell you that, it'll take away from the fun. Now bend over."

He kept his voice even and cool, and Jacob sat up to kiss him again before presenting his ass.

It was a little ridiculous. Jacob had a bubble butt and Adam could stare for hours and hours and hours, he wanted to bury his face in it and eat his ass until he cried. It was so fucking thick, he could've grabbed a handful of each side and still had more of that ass to spare. It was all those squats he did, all those deadlifts they did together. They thought working out together was the sexiest foreplay there was, but Adam was sure this would make the list.