The second they were alone, Adam was back against the fridge. "Alone at last, today's been so fucking busy," Jacob sighed, pushing his hands under his husband's shirt. "Let's get you a blanket so you don't catch a lurgy."

"You mean a fever?" Adam chuckled when Jacob nodded and openly pinned for a kiss. "I'm already hot for you, so you might be too late."

They met again in an obscene kiss they still would've done if anyone was around. Jacob ground against him and Adam lifted a leg that he caught to open himself more to the movement. Jacob growled and picked him up altogether, deepening the kiss. They went between sloppy starving kisses and deep, romantic ones that made them both melt into each other.

Too soon, Jacob pulled away and grunted his tenseness. "Damn it, why can't my love for you be enjoyed without my pants becoming extremely tight?"

"We've always been like this, it's how we love," Adam reminded him as he drummed his fingers over the back of his neck. "We fucked the first night we had a sleepover."

Jacob groaned out a laugh. "I know. Sex with you is ecstasy. I'll never stop cumming to that memory."

"You came so hard you cried out my name," Adam continued on huskily. "My name, no one else's. You nearly broke me clean in half with that."

He groaned again, louder, and threw his head back as his hips continued their motion. The man was well acquainted enough to know how to grind and where, and Adam's cheeks filled with a needy flush. "F-fuck, stop it Adam. You're gonna get us in trouble."

Adam grabbed his head to force his gaze to lock with his. "You fucked me five times before the sun came up, Jack." Jacob loved when he called him Jack, there was something intimate about it that he couldn't put his finger on. Instead of trying, he skimmed his lips over Adam's while he spoke. "You just rolled over anytime you wanted and started fucking me like you thought it was your last time having me. How stupid of you to think you'd get rid of me that easily."

Hardening against him more, Jacob dove to sink his teeth into Adam's neck hard enough to drag a low moan from him. "Fuck, I love that sound. Do it again."

Adam grinned and pulled him into another desperate lock of their lips, rumbling against them this time and whispering, "The stars are forever, our lives are not."

Jacob carried him upstairs and pinned him against the hall next to a painting. "That one yours?"

He glanced at it and nodded. "Yeah. It's called 'Why Am I Pinned Against A Wall'."

"Needed to dig out our keys," said Jacob, not doing that at all but instead exploring Adam hungrily. "Ugh, I'm so in love with you I go crackers every fucking time I kiss you. I think I need therapy to discuss my hyper sexuality."

"No thank you, that might solve the problem."

Jacob dropped him and dug out his keys. "Let's fix one problem at a time, like how you're not screaming my name." He pushed the door open and dragged Adam inside to hunt him backwards. "That's a really, really big problem I'm having right now."

Adam let him stalk after him and led him to the bedroom. "We should be sleeping."

"Do I look or sound like I care about what we should be doing?" Jacob asked sinisterly quiet, tipping his head. "Do I, Adam?"

He swallowed at the intense energy Jacob was putting out. Intensity like this was common with them, but it was still surprising every time no matter who was in charge. "Are you trying to top me? What's gotten into you?"

"Talking about how much I love you riles me up," He confessed hoarsely. "Do I need to slow down?"

"Never. I can take it." Adam sprouted him a suggestive smirk. "Do your worst."

Jacob shoved him back onto the bed. "Bet. Not going to lie, it would've been really, really hard to slow down." He covered Adam with his body and nipped at his neck again to draw a shiver.

"Y-you know what else is really, really hard?" Adam teased breathlessly.

"Jesus, we're getting to that!" Jacob bit him hard enough that it would leave a visible mark and Adam moaned his name. "Mhm? You like when I'm rough with you, don't you?"

"You could be a whole lot rougher." A sharp slap to the face had Adam filling from head to toe with dopamine and giggling, "Oh, fuck yes."

Cooing at him, Jacob wrapped a ruthless hand around his neck and did it again. "Look at you, blushing like a rose." His eyes dropped to his pants. "I might do something really reprehensible to you, my love." He tightened his grip as Adam's gaze went wide at Jacob's stoic expression. He was completely serious, it made Adam's heart race with anticipation. "I might hurt you, just a little bit."

"P-please?"

He growled. "You make me wild. Undress me and you may have me."

Adam easily grappled him over despite their size differences and gripped his button up. "You have a million of these." He tore it off and licked up Jacob's chest. "I'm not sorry."

The Brit let him play and place tender, soft kisses trailing down to the now very obvious tent in his pants. His Adam was not a shy or coy individual, he placed a kiss over it and grinned. "This is mine, right?"

Jacob nodded. "I am yours. Forever."

Adam tugged down his pants and boxers in one go. "How'd I get so blessed? I was so sure you weren't packing eight inches I would've bet my career on it." He took him into his mouth and sighed happily as Jacob's hips bucked.

He watched him bob his head and grabbed it, slowing the movements until he could feel every inch of that mouth he loved so much. "Ugh, my god. I'm going to use your mouth like a toy, and then I'm going to use you like a toy." Adam was just small enough compared to him and he was strong enough that he could grab him and actually do that. Satisfaction poured into him when Adam moaned and took a bit of him into his throat. "O-oh, good boy," Jacob praised, holding him in place. "I love your throat so fucking much."

Adam peeked up at him mischievously with those gorgeous eyes and forced himself all the way down. It surprised him so much he gasped multiple times and tightened his grip on his hair. "Just like that, you make me so proud! Fuck!"

The first time he'd ever had Adam's throat, he'd gotten carried away and Adam pretended to choke a half an inch in. He felt terrible and almost pulled out, but on his knees was a man of honor and valor and he'd chuckled before taking Jacob down it like a fucking pornstar just like he was doing to him now. Adam didn't have a gag reflex or something, there were still mysteries afoot with the man sucking on his cock so wonderfully.

He may have been rocking his world, but he did need to breathe. Jacob forced his hips to stop. "Your face is turning red, do you need to breathe, mate?" He asked sarcastically. Adam nodded and Jacob hummed. "Well that's too bad, I'm quite happy like this."

Their list of shady bedroom affairs could've filled the Oxford Dictionary, and Jacob knew factually that the longer he waited the more desperate for a good and cruel pounding the man would become. As long as he didn't knock him out. His cock pulsed hard as Adam began to actually struggle for air. "You poor thing." He held him for six more seconds and let go, groaning at the feeling of him pulling off and choking for oxygen.

His cheeks regained normal color and he (like the little psycho slut he was) went back for more. Adam could get reckless when it came to sex and it turned Jacob on like nothing else. He became possessed for danger, so Jacob held him down again even as he seized and turned his eyes up to beg silently. "Shhh... you asked for this."

Jacob let his eyes slip shut for a couple of seconds and worked his hips, praise spilling from him with every centimeter of his
mouth and throat that clenched in a mild oxygen starved panic. "U-uhg, if I didn't wanna fill you so badly I'd make you swallow a load bigger than you."

He let him up again and Adam tugged off his shirt in a weak frenzy. "I wanna ride. Now. Now now, like not–," He gasped suddenly, his brain now demanding he breathe deeper. "Not in a minute, I mean right fucking now." He was positioning himself as he spoke, and slid on with a bit lip and tented eyebrows.

Jacob grabbed his hips and squeezed until Adam grunted in pain. He held him there and chuckled darkly at how wet and tight Adam was around him. "I didn't tell you that you could ride me," He scolded harshly, guiding his ride with firm strokes. "Fuck~... I did not tell you that you had permission!"

Adam whimpered and braced himself to go faster. "I-I'm s-sorry! Fuck you feel so good."

Jacob glowered and moved him quicker and rougher, grinding him against him when he was balls deep and living for every low keen. This was the rhythm of their love, a physical example of how they functioned. The view from this position had him bucking his hips too, watching as the toned muscles in Adam's stomach tensed and he gazed at Jacob bashfully. His pace quickened again as he leaned down to kiss over Jacob's face and shoulders lovingly, his own little way of worshipping him while being practically skewered by his cock. Two minutes in Adam went limp against his chest and he cried, "Fuck, you're so big it hu-hurts!" Then with a drunken grin against his cheek, "Feels so so good."

Jacob flipped them and lost the poise he had with his pain junkie partner. If Adam wanted, the freckled man saw no reason not to give it to him. "See? This is why I wasn't going to let you ride, you always do this to me!" He snapped, pounding into him at full force and grabbing his neck possessively. Adam whined and arched his back to control the depth but Jacob moved a hand to press him back down. "Oh, come on. It's not that big. Take it all."

His feisty husband growled at him and tried to arch his back again. Jacob watched him struggle and slowed his thrusts down until he was choking him in two kids of ways and he let out a lovely strangled mewl that echoed off their walls. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna smack the hell out of you if you don't knock that off. You're gonna make me bust early you little harlot."

Adam grinned and giggled, murmuring, "¿Por qué no lo haces entonces, perra?"

The way he rolled his tongue made Jacob want to bite it. Instead, he reeled back and swung his arm but stopped and cupped his cheek lovingly. "You think I'm going to do what you tell me to, mi juguete?" He laughed at Adam's disappointment and held him down to really start fucking him. Every squeeze of his pussy was driving him crazy to the point of his words stuttering out in burning moans. One circled his mind again and again as he leaned down to leave hickeys that further proved his point. "Mine."

"J-Jacob," His eyes dropped to Jacob's shoulder and he licked his lips. "I want–!"

He knew what his deranged Adam wanted, but he played dumb anyways. "Huh? You want?" With starving hands he threw Adams legs over his shoulders and hammered into him. His cock punished harder than before, then slowed to indulgent strokes that took his breath away. "What– fuck, darling– what do you want?"

Every time he tried to speak, Jacob slammed into that precious system reboot spot to stop it from coming out. "The nu– Fuck!"

"Haven't a clue what you're on about," He jested sweetly. "Are you all blissed out already?"

"I need it!" Adam pleaded, raking his nails over Jacob's chest. "I-I w-want the kn–,"

"Shhh..." Jacob put a hand over his mouth. "I know what you want." With his other hand he pushed under their pillows and found the cold, hard metal immediately. "My sex makes you that crazy?"

Adam nodded vigorously and shook off his hand. Jacob throttled him on his cock just to make the words come out strained and choppy. "Th-the best sex e-ever, s-swear to God."

Pleased, the taller of the two leaned up and slowed again, pressing the trigger and springing the blade. "Mmm... you fill me with praise. Who's your man?"

Adam's eyes locked on his and a whisper of a smile lifted his face. "You are."

Pinching the skin on his shoulder, Jacob cut into it and stifled a moan as his cock twitched. The stinging felt so incredible, but nothing was quite as good as the frantic rumble Adam made at the sight of the crimson liquid dripping down his shoulder. His eyes literally brightened, they practically glowed in the darkness and he leaned up with his tongue out like a complete whore. "You want it?" His husband nodded and he let him lick up the trail to the cut and suckle, a thankful whimper wobbling its way from his throat.

And this was why they insisted he was a vampire. That and the garlic thing. Adam was Jacob's little creature of the night, and he loved that.

He had to be careful just where he cut for Adam, and they were always safe. They never had to test for anything after they had started dating (which was truthfully right away), and when they got to have their gay wedding (also right away) Jacob had bled for Adam on purpose during their honeymoon not knowing the depths of emotion this man felt about the crimson fluid. Now Jacob brushed his lips over Adam's neck and left much darker hickeys than before.

The best part of being with Adam was that he could mark him up as he pleased. There was no need for makeup and concealer, as Adam wasn't really having to appear professional for any of his or their online quests together. Some of Jacob's shows he'd leave one on the side of Adam's neck as dark as sin just because he knew people would see it, and he knew people recognized Adam was his sexy husband sitting in the audience. The video from his show of Jacob stating he had a massive crush on him was easily his most liked, shared, and rewatched post ever. When they'd officially started dating he would grab Adam for little pictures and soon it became a habit that they now both enjoyed. Sometimes it would just be a mirror shot of them, with Jacob's arms wrapped around Adam's waist and chin resting on his shoulder while Adam held the phone. Adam was good with cameras he was finding. Other times they'd be mid-kiss, or mid-bite of a spoon feeding and on Adam even so much as a mild ding would bruise his pale succulent skin so it made art.

Needless to say, that's what he was going for. The grew restless with those urges, the possessive urge to mark and claim as if a ring weren't enough. It wasn't; people needed to know how much he adored and treasured this man. Adam's breathing stagnated and those haunting eyes looked up at him full of pleasure he refused to stop giving. "Oh my god–,"

"I am your god," Jacob snarled, grabbing his chin. Adam squeezed around his cock rhythmically like that alone was going to get him off. A single erotic shout told him that was enough and he smirked. "Cum for me then." Dropping his head he picked up the speed until Adam hiccoughed and pulled him down for a wanting kiss. Jacob's eyes rolled as he provided his own, his body filling with a burning hot sensation. He pushed a thumb into Adam's mouth between kisses to get it wet and rubbed at his clit while he watched his face intently.

Adam panted hard and squirmed. "Jacob, so close– oh my god, s-so good!" He chuffed and covered his face with a hand. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" He erupted with a guttural snarl and started meeting Jacob's thrusts as hard as he could manage, which wasn't much when Jacob was grabbing his thighs again for more leverage. Jacob glanced down to watch the spectacular view of his cock drowning in cream and then after a bit longer, a gushing of more that had him cumming so hard he wasn't even disappointed about not stargazing. He was seeing stars right now.

Adam swore under his breath as Jacob grinned at him. "You lose." He pulled out and marveled at the cream pie dripping onto the bedspread. "That's one for the wall," He murmured as he snapped a picture.

"Ugh I'll be annoyed about it later, I need you to hold me so bad," Adam croaked, crawling back on top of him to lay on his chest. "Marry me."

Jacob blushed and wrapped his arms around him, sweaty and thrilled. "Baby, we're already married."

"That was such a good decision I wanna do it all over again."

"Let me see what I can do."

They sighed in content. Being together was so peaceful. Neither could imagine their lives without each other in it, making a direct impact like another mind blowing night of insane sex and then snuggling like an innocent newlywed couple. Steven could heal it better tomorrow. Or, you know, when they stacked up on them again.

Adam looked up at him long enough to gain his attention. "Do you ever wonder if we're doing this wrong?"

Jacob smiled. "What do you mean?"

"Like... I'm starting to feel a little obsessed," He confessed, sending him a nervous glance. "I know I don't talk about my feelings a lot, so I'm going to try: I'm afraid of how safe I feel with you. It feels wrong to be this happy with my spouse all the time."

"We fight just like other couples, we just can't be mad at each other for longer than an hour." Internally Jacob guessed that might be a sign of obsession, but if that was the case then he was more than "a little" obsessed with his husband. Maybe that was just a part of being traumatized. Yes, a trauma bond could destroy and ruin your outlook on life and mental health forever...

Or...

He turned over onto his side and pulled Adam up to his eye level. He really did look nervous, his brows were furrows and his lips were pressed tightly together like he was expecting something to go awry. "Oh, husband. When will you learn?"

"Learn what?"

Jacob sighed as his chest ached a little for what he was about to say. "You saved me from myself. Before that date, I was thinking of quitting. I was in so much pain and no one noticed."

Adam scanned his face. "Why?"

He smiled ruefully. "Well, Oliver likes to turn up every year or so to one of my shows. He was there that night, and when I saw you my gut instinct said to say something." Chuckling, his fingers stroked over Adam's cheeks and under his wide eyes. "It wasn't me being spiteful necessarily, but part of me wanted him to know I had moved on in a lot of ways even if I'm still pulling along shackles." The admission made him roll his eyes as they began to get misty. "Our first kiss, tell me about that."

Confused but willing to bite, Adam smiled a tiny bit. "You asked me if I believed in love at first sight." The smile grew. "I told you that didn't exist."

"And then?"

He hummed and slid a hand up to stroke his thumb just under Jacobs ear, a learned soothing technique that worked without fail. "You told me you'd never been in love with a ghost before because you couldn't bear to take it too seriously. And I let down my walls for a split second to help you out and just tried not to be so nervous..." He trailed off shyly and almost pulled away, but Jacob grabbed his wrist.

"You told me you didn't believe in it until you met me, and it was so incredible and I had so many feelings I just decided not to say anything else stupid and make a move." He giggled as the memory of his lips on his made him want to literally go up onto the rooftop and shout it to the world. "You almost passed out. Your face was so red. I had to drive you home."

They now giggled together, falling into a synced mindset. "And then we had crazy sex," They chorused through it.

"My neighbors at the time called the police," Adam cackled, putting both hands over his face. "They thought you were torturing me in there."

"They thought I was murdering you in there," Jacob corrected proudly. "They thought I was skinning you alive and breaking your bones with my bare hands." He smirked at his jaded husband scoffing. "I broke something."

A comfortable feeling ebbed and flowed between them, and Jacob tried to remember how to be serious. "But, about earlier... I think that we're a once in a lifetime experience... I think–," He swallowed nervously and dropped his eyes. Adam pressed a hand over his heart solemnly and he gathered his courage. "I think there's nothing in this world like what we have together. It was always the plan for us to end up falling in love and if we hadn't have met, it's possible we'd have spent our whole lives searching for each other anyways."

Adam scooted closer to kiss over his face gently. "That's the songwriter in you. You're all mine. I'm so glad that you're mine."

"Are you gonna top me now?" Jacob teased, inwardly terrified and aroused (terroroused?) of the smirk that spread across Adam's face.

He shrugged and motioned for Jacob to turn over so he could spoon him. "Gay Switch, Dominant leaning. Don't let what you just did fool you, I'm in charge still."