Adam Snow & Noah White – Gaycest Chapter 2
The bond between Adam Snow and Noah White crackles sacred—a live wire neither tries to mute. It’s what drives Adam to crowd Noah against the kitchen counter now, his grip possessive on the younger man’s jaw. Sharing his space softens Adam too much, leaves him pliant in ways that terrify him. But Noah’s mouth is a drug, and Adam’s already addicted.
Noah arches into him, those glacial eyes sharp with defiance. “You’re thinking again,” he taunts, fingers curling under Adam’s belt. No warning—he yanks, dragging him closer until their cocks grind through denim. Adam’s growl vibrates against Noah’s throat.
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Clothes shed like lies. The 69 is a bruising power play—Adam’s tongue lapping roughly at Noah’s balls while the younger man chokes himself on Adam’s cock, tears smearing his flushed cheeks. They’re a mess of spit and curses, hips piston-fucking into each other’s mouths.
Noah breaks first, scrambling to all fours on the tile. Adam doesn’t hesitate. He slams into that tight heat, nails biting crescent wounds into Noah’s hips. Every thrust cracks a groan from Noah’s throat, raw and shattered. Adam drags him upright mid-fuck, arms banded around his torso like a cage, their sweat-slick skin fused. It’s not sex. It’s ownership.
When they collapse, trembling, Noah’s laugh is smoke and razors. “Still think you’re soft?”
Adam licks the salt from his neck. “Still think this is just fucking?”
