My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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Adrien’s hand slipped away from mine for just a moment, and I felt a pang of loss, almost like a physical ache. But then he moved closer, pressing his body against mine until there was no space left.

Our warm skin met, the heat radiating from him searing into me as he took both of our cocks in one capable hand. The first stroke of his grip around us, slick with precome, our lengths pressed tightly together, stirred a sharp gasp from my throat, louder than I intended in the dim light of the room.

Before the sound could fully escape, Adrien’s mouth found mine, swallowing my noise with a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of both longing and restraint. His tongue danced with mine in sync with the slow, methodical movement of his hand, the friction doubling now, overwhelming, setting every nerve in my body alight.

I could feel him throbbing against me, the ridge of his crown gliding alongside mine with each upward stroke. The slick sounds were quiet yet obscene in the silence, and it was too much, too perfect, too everything I’d never dared to dream.

I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in as I anchored myself, my hips instinctively rocking into the tight circle of his fist. The pleasure coiled hotter and tighter, building so rapidly it stole my breath.

I had to pull away from the kiss just to gasp for air, my forehead pressed to his, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity.

"A...Adrien—wait—I’m—" The words tumbled out, broken and trembling because I could already feel that bright, unstoppable edge rushing towards me.

His hand slowed but didn’t stop, his thumb teasingly sweeping over both of our tips, making my thighs tremble.

"Hold it in for me, baby," he whispered against my lips, his voice a mix of roughness and pleading. "Just a little longer. I want us to come together. I want to feel you lose it right when I do."