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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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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.

Adam bites his lower lip, hard, to keep back the moan that tries to rip out of him. He gasps Hiro's name, whole body tensing, before he cries out, coming hard.

Hiro swallows him down, moaning as he does so. He's nearly undone. Milking Adam with his throat, he waits for the flinch that lets him know that Adam's a bit sensitive, slowly letting Adam's cock slide from his mouth. While Adam is still boneless, Hiro hooks his legs over his shoulder and removes his fingers. Slowly he begins to breach Adam, taking his time as he gently kisses Adam's jaw. His eyes don't leave Adam's at all.

The penetration on the heels of his orgasm is intense, his whole body still pulsing with the heat of it, breath coming fast still. He arches his jaw, his neck for Hiro's kiss watching him with a slight smile on his lips.

"So good," Hiro whispers. "You feel so good."

He continues to sink into Adam. So hot. Until his balls bump into flesh. Hiro doesn't move, not only to let Adam accomodate him, but because if he moves before he catches his breath, he's going to start pounding and he doesn't want to do that. He wants this to be good for both of them. His breath gusts against Adam's neck before he lays a line of kisses to Adam's lips.

"So do you," Adam says on a soft moan, hips rocking up a bit, pulling him deeper as he feels himself filled. He can't imagine he could feel that flare of desire again, but he knows he wants him there, deep inside him, that connection and intimacy something he never really expected to feel.

Hiro moans gently as Adam's hips move, then begins to slowly pull back, nearly all the way out when he glides back in, twisting his hips as he does so. He's hyper-aware, watching Adam's reactions to learn exactly what he likes, what he wants. His first catastrophic sexual encounter taught him one thing - don't ignore your partner. It's a learning experience for him - this man has had so many lovers and he knows more about sex than Hiro will ever know. Hiro wants Adam to know how much he needs him, how much he loves him. Words can only say so much.

His thrusts continue slow but firm. His eyes are so dilated with desire that there is little brown left.

There's a need to reach out for him, to hold him close, pull him near, but he can't, with the bindings. In a way that makes the ache more poignant, harder and yet more desperate, too. Something he needs, is denied, and so the want focuses outward and slides down all of him as he lifts his hips to meet Hiro, winds his legs around him, holding him that way since he can't with his arms.

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