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[Adam lets out a sound of his own, full of lust and need, pushing down harder as Drew guides him. When the question comes, Adam nods, licking a stripe along Drew's neck. He's getting lost in it already, the feelings of pleasure. That here, right now, is someone who wants him. Another part echoes in his mind it won't last. It never lasts, but Adam doesn't care. At this moment it's real.]

Just...go slow. Please.

Slow. Promise. [Drew moves so he can roll Adam onto the bed on his back. Kneeling between his legs he pushes his shirt up to his shoulders. He bites just below his navel before making slow work of kissing his way up his torso to his chest.]

[He squirms at the sensation, hands clenching in his sheets before he brings them back, running them through Drew's hair, wanting, encouraging more. His pulse pounds in his veins and he whimpers slightly. It's so little, but his body feels on fire with the attention given.]

[He presses his grinning lips against the spot just below Adam's navel. Yeah, he loves hearing that sound. That sexy as hell whimper. Drew tugs the skin playfully between his teeth. Sliding further down he works his fly open and shimmies his pants down. Hooking his fingers in the elastic waist of his shorts, Drew pulls them down until he's at that point where one more move and he would expose him. Looking up from where he was nestled between his legs, eyes hungry, lips still forming a sly, crooked smirk he pauses.] This okay?

[Adam watches, readily responding to each touch and bite. When Drew starts working lower, he sits up on his elbows and watches, anticipation running through him in waves, but no apprehension. When Drew stops and asks his permission, Adam eagerly nods, his voice catching in his throat.] Yeah.

[With permission granted that sly smile grew. He removed the rest of the fabric covering Adam, fully undressing him from the waist down. Looking at him he licked his lips.] God damn you're hot. [Sinking back down between his legs Drew bit at his hip bones and traced that crease from hip to his crotch with the tip of his tongue.]

[Adam's never believed when anyone's said that of him. When he looks in the mirror, he sees someone gaunt, too skinny, too awkward, and too delicate to be anything desirable. And beneath that is the monster who is too quick to judge. Whose anger has ruined more things than Adam cares to count. But Drew's words make him smile, almost make him believe. He runs a hand through Drew's hair as his hips arch and his cock thrusts into the air, encouraging him softly.]

That feels so good.