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In the end, he decided against the brownstone and chose a flat in the East Village. It had always been somewhere he was more comfortable than the Upper East Side or any of the fancier neighborhoods. From the son of a whore in the slums of London, he'd risen to become a courtier at Versailles, then a gentleman of the South, easily mingling among the various strata of society, but the upper echelons always made him twitch with their hypocrisy. The aristocracy--even when born out of the American bourgeoisie--never changed.

The East Village had been gentrified during his imprisonment, until it was trendy and expensive, but it still kept more of a bohemian vibe, and part of him couldn't bear to actually move to Brooklyn.

The flat was in an old pre-war building on Avenue C. It had high ceilings, exposed brick, and hardwood floors throughout. The kitchen was small, but since he didn't cook much, it didn't much matter. A fireplace nestled in one wall in the living room, and the price came in solidly under one million dollars so he was pleased by that as well. He paid cash, took the keys, then set about having some of his things transferred from Montreal. The furnishings he picked out himself--reds and browns to compliment the tile and brick, a large sofa across from the fire, a comfortable chair by the window, a table and two chairs tucked in a nook. He turned one bedroom into a library, lining three walls with bookshelves that reached to the ceiling with a futon against the fourth wall for any guests. His bedroom he did in shades of blue and grey, with a feather bed and down comforters piled on top of a King size bed. He never wanted to sleep on a thin mattress on a cot again. If he didn't sleep much, it didn't matter. The bed would be comfortable, dammit.

When it was done, he was pleased, or as pleased he could be about being in the City. It wasn't a location Bob would think to look. They all knew about his money, they'd look somewhere more posh. But this, he decided, suited him just fine.

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Hiro's lips move down his ear where he nibbles, then nips a bit. Then his teeth travel down his neck, his tongue then laving to soothe the sting as he moves onto Adam's shoulder. With a small growl, he latches onto the muscle there, raising quite the hickey. He tastes blood, stops biting and licks gently.

Adam moans at the bite, wriggling under him at the sharp pain that blossoms. His breath catches, both as he feels skin break, and then another whimper escapes when he feels it heal. It's faster now than it was in Japan, but the sensation is the same, making him tremble all over.

The blood heals, renews and Hiro feels a little more invigorated. His tongue traces his collarbone, then he nuzzles Adam's armpit, breathing in the scent of fear, arousal, exertion - sharp and musky. He moans softly as he drinks it in, before his tongue moves to Adam's nipple, the flat of his tongue caressing it until it begins to peak. His teeth encourage it to harden further.

Adam moans again, arching a bit toward Hiro's mouth, letting his arms tug just a bit at the restraints, swallowing when he can't pull free, letting the touch of wariness heighten the pleasure that sweeps over his body at each touch of Hiro's tongue.

Hiro's nails scratch against Adam's ribs, abraiding his skin a bit as his tongue travels from the one nipple to the other. His eyes are closed, savoring the sensation of Adam's skin as his teeth close over the nub with the smallest of nips.

Breath catching, Adam tries to hold it as he moves on the bed, hips rocking for some friction, some contact through fabric. The nip makes him moan, breath sliding out, wondering just how he'll be able to bear being on this side of things without breaking. Begging.

Hiro lifts his head long enough to smile. He reaches over to the nightstand to find lube, then he gets back to Adam's chest. He bestows a kiss over Adam's heart, then on his sternum, then on his navel. His tongue rims it, as Hiro watches to see if Adam's ticklish there.

Adam grins, wriggling a bit at the faint tickling sensation. It makes him laugh, want to move more, hips arching a bit at the proximity of Hiro's tongue to other parts of his anatomy, but he knows the game well enough from the other side, to not demand anything else, just watching him with affectionate eyes.

Hiro's eyes are mischievous as he continues to rim Adam's navel. His tongue travels lower, leaving skin to blond curls, but instead of travelling a straight line, he moves over to Adam's thigh, alternating kisses and nips as he moves down to the knee.

Adam whimpers, shifting restively on the bed, feeling his cock twitch with the nearness of Hiro's mouth, his skin, passing him by. Each kiss, each nip, after that seems to make the ache grow, his whole body trembling.

When Hiro gets down to the one knee he switches to the other side and begins to kiss and nibble back towards his groin. He deliberately slows as he nears Adam's cock, sly eyes watching Adam's face.

Another whimper eases out of him as he looks back down, wanting the feel of Hiro's mouth on him, needing it, now.

The very tip of Hiro's tongue touches the tip of Adam's cock, smearing precum on the head just before he takes only the head into his mouth. As his tongue sweeps over it, tasting him, Hiro squirts a bit of lube on his fingers. Slick fingers rub Adam's anus, teasing before he slowly begins to insert one.

Adam cries out, hips arching up sharply, breath catching at the dual sensation. He wants to thrust, to press deep into Hiro's mouth, but that finger is good, too, making him want to ease the other way, take it deeper and the duality leaves him whimpering, caught between the two sensations.

Adam can feel Hiro smile around him before he begins to inch down very slowly, sucking and licking Adam's cock as he draws him deeper. He pulls the finger out only long enough to add another. He finds Adam's prostate and begins to rub it gently, as his other hand encircles the base of his cock. He's not quite skilled enough to swallow him whole

Adam moans, hips arching off the bed, trying to be careful and at the same time wanting more of that heat, more of his fingers.

"God, carp..." He swallows, trying to not move too much, wanting to reach for him, but unable with the bindings, left to just writhe on the sheets.

"Hmmm?" Hiro's hum sounds like an innocent question, but one look at his sly eyes tells Adam that he knows exactly the effect he's having on the cock he hasn't let out of his mouth.

Adam looks at him for a moment, half smiling, then squeezes his eyes shut as sensation washes over him when Hiro's fingers brush his prostate again. "Keep that up and this will be over with quickly," he murmurs.

With a rather rude slurp, Hiro's mouth lets him go, but the fingers don't stop and his hand doesn't let his cock go. "Do you want me to stop now?"

"No," Adam moaned, very emphatic, hips arching up again, whimpering at the loss of his mouth.

Hiro's mouth goes slowly over him, again descending agonizingly languidly. They have all the time in the world as far as he's concerned and he wants this to be good.

Adam whimpers again, unable to keep the small sounds from escaping his throat as he tries to press deeper into Hiro's mouth, needing that wet heat desperately.

His mouth and tongue finally reach where his hand covers Adam's cock. He slips his thumb into his mouth, using it to stroke the big vein his saliva making it glide silkily over him. The fingers inside continue to stroke.

Hiro's face is flushed. He's so hard that he's close to humping Adam's leg. It's a good thing both his hands are occupied or he'd be on his way to orgasm. Having Adam so helpless and those delicious whimpers are only lighting the fire under his balls.

Adam's barely able to hold on, his whole body shaking as he arches up into Hiro's mouth. His fingers curl into his palms, nails biting into his skin as he strains against the cuffs, whimpering in need and pleasure both.

Hiro sucks him hard. His fingers feel Adam's muscles loosen, ready to take him. He removes his fingers to lube himself, touching himself only enough to get it on. Anything more vigourous and he's going to come before he even gets to the main event.

His mouth goes even lower, covering his index finger as his thumb continues to work the vein.

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