Adam lifted up again, triumphant but panting for breath, and he stroked Alec warmly, using both his hands to keep his cock sheathed with warmth and stimulation. He loved the sounds Alec made, loved the power of making someone else feel that good, of knowing how much Alec wanted him and that it mattered that it was him and not just anyone going down on Alec.

"I want you to come in my mouth," he said, just in case Alec had any hesitations about whether Adam would be okay with that. Then he went back down, bobbing his head once and taking a careful breath before coaxing Alec's cock into his throat again, lifting up and trying to set up some sort of rhythm.