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Adam was slumped into his favorite corner, weighted blanket wrapped around him, when Will got home from class. It had been a particularly rough day. Will tried to ask what was wrong, but Adam could only shake his head a little and shrug.
It was either silence or crashing out when it was like this; he had already thrown a fit when he got home that nearly resulted in him injuring himself when he shattered a ceramic mug in his frustration. Shaking, trying to pick up the pieces while crying. It was then that the numbness crept in. The dissociation. He had picked up the remaining pieces with trembling, unfeeling hands and it had been this for about an hour since then. Silence and staring at the wall while wrapped up as tightly as he could get himself, pressed curled into the corner of the living room floor, knees to chest.
Will plopped down his bag and himself as well, right on the rug nearby. Not touching, but close. Will wouldn't touch unless he indicated it was okay. Adam was thankful for that. He didn't want to be touched, not even by his daddy.
He sat with his forehead on his knees for a long several minutes before he heard a little "hey" and looked up to see that Will had grabbed Kevin, his stuffed alien, off the couch, and was holding him out with a crooked little smile, gingerly balanced on both open palms like an offering. Adam smiled too and snatched him up to hold close, between his chest and knees.
After another long moment, he sighed and grabbed his phone off the floor. Tapped out the words to show the other,
I met that new therapist today.
Will nodded. "I know. I take it it didn't go well?"
Adam shrugged. Typed, deleted, frowned at his phone, and typed again.
I don't know. I don't think I can be honest with her.
"About what? Like, are you saying in general, or the age regression stuff, or are you talking about this?" Will gestured between the two of them.
He frowned harder, tapping his middle finger repetitively on his knee before coming up with a response. He simply typed out,
Yes, I think is the answer.
Will smiled softly, fond. "Well, I know it'll be hard to find someone who's okay with all of it, with you and I, but age regression itself is common and normal, baby."
Adam scoffed, and tapped away on his phone for an extended moment. He held up the phone with determination in his eyes.
I don't want to have to hide any of it. It makes me feel like I'm lying about all of it. I have to lie to everyone. I don't want to have to lie to my therapist.
He noticed the brief panic in Will's eyes as he read, and he shook his head and placed a gentle hand on Will's knee. He took the phone back to continue tapping away, with his free hand gently rubbing at his daddy's leg.
I'm not ashamed. I don't care that I have to lie to everyone else. They don't matter. I just want to have one person I can tell how happy I am with you.
After showing it, Adam flopped sideways, the blanket-cocooned boy falling into Will's lap, the phone discarded into the folds of fabric. There was a hand in his hair, and it was so soothing. This was exactly what he needed. Will always knew how and when to help.
"People…" Will sighed, "don't often understand things that are different, Adam. I want to tell someone too. These past few weeks have been so beautiful, and I'm so happy. I love you so much."
Adam nuzzled into the touch, a not-so-audible mouthing of "daddy" slipping from his lips.
"It's not like we're children though. They can try to tell you it's wrong, that we are sick or unhealthy, but they can't do anything…I don't think, at least?" Will hummed and shrugged. "Oh! You know, there was this guy I talked to about my… thoughts, before you ever called me daddy, and he didn't seem to mind. Maybe I can track him down for you?"
Adam raised his eyebrows and nodded, and just let Will pet through his hair for several more minutes, until the ache of the wooden floor started to creep into his bones. He stretched, the blanket falling aside as he slowly sat up.
"Hungry, daddy." It was barely a whisper, but it was progress.
Will just smiled and nodded. "How about some mac and cheese? And chicken nuggets, of course."
Adam beamed at him and nodded enthusiastically.
Will sent him off to change into comfortable clothing and lounge on the couch until dinner was ready. He ended up in a soft sweater and his underwear and socks.
They ate mostly in contented silence on the couch. A space documentary was only fun for Adam if he could give commentary and explanations, so it would have just been frustrating for him, and Will knew him well enough, so tonight it was Planet Earth on the TV. It was a jungle episode. The big cats were on the screen for a lot of it, and they were some of their favorites to watch.
After eating, Adam was right back in his daddy's lap for the rest of the episode, wrapped again in his weighted blanket and chewing on the sippy cup in his mouth as he tapped out a rhythmic pattern on the other's thigh. Will continuously stroked up and down his arm, petted at his hair, or rubbed circles on his back; always soothing and fond, but still like he could never get enough contact.
Adam knew, could see in his eyes and the way he touched, that Will had been obsessed with him for a long time. They had been codependent their entire lives, after all. And the spark in his eyes had only intensified over the last few weeks, since everything changed. Adam honestly loved it. The idea that someone would do anything for him, for his time and his love, was intoxicating to him.
They were both so caught up in it all.
They had continued to mess around, these weeks. They had explored each other's bodies as if discovering new lands to map, inch by inch. But it hadn't gone all the way yet. They were taking their time.
And when it was bedtime story time, when Will was leaned against the headboard, Adam leaned against him, little green Kevin leaned against Adam, the book held in front for everyone to see, Adam wasn't really paying attention to the story, instead lost in his own mind, because he had just made a decision. He wanted to know, he wanted it all. He wanted it now.
He pushed the book down mid-sentence. It and Kevin and his custom green pacifier set aside, he spun around to straddle Will's lap.
"Daddy…" he murmured before he kissed him, slowly and thoroughly. His arms wrapped around Will's neck and shoulders, their groins and chests pressed together. Adam was already hard from his thinking, and Will wasn't far behind. He never was, with him. He let Adam lead but he was always ready to shower affection and adoration — bordering on worship — upon him.
A slow grind started, sliding against one another. They always took their time, at first, thoroughly savoring every kiss, devouring every little noise, every touch.
Gathering every ounce of bravery he could muster, Adam broke the kiss and the strings of saliva that lingered like snapping spiderwebs, and he rested his forehead against the other's, nose to nose, breathing each other's air, and he whispered again as he gently thrust his cock against his lover's.
"Daddy…"
Will smiled and whispered back, "baby," leaving a little peck on the corner of his lips.
"Daddy," he started again, still thrusting achingly slow against Will, and the desire bubbled up in him until he couldn't contain his request anymore.
"Please fuck me."
The desperation bled into his voice, and that always did Will in. He knew exactly how to play into what his daddy wanted, but the desperation was always genuine.
Will let out a soft gasping moan, gripped Adam's waist tight enough to turn his knuckles white, pulling his body to grind against his own. He could feel the pulse, the jump of his cock against him at the idea.
"Are you sure?" Will murmured as he left a string of reverent kisses across Adam's face and settled into the nape of his neck, nosing aside his sweater. Adam nodded and groaned when Will latched onto the skin there, and started to suck and nibble enough to mark, where it would be easily hidden by clothing.
"I'm so sure." Then, ever so softly, another "please, daddy."
Will deftly flipped them around so Adam was splayed on the bed like a divine offering, a pretty blush on the highs of his cheeks, his sweater rumpled and pushed up, hair mussed, and underwear already drenched in precome. Will looked like he was ready to come on the spot looking him over, or maybe cry; Adam always had a hard time deciphering complex emotions on others.
He slid his hand up under the sweater and pulled it off, and he descended on his chest, sucking and flicking his tongue over each nipple in turn, and Adam was already so far gone. They had learned really quickly that his nipples were a weak spot, and Will had proclaimed a goal to make him come from only that one day, so he always spent a good amount of time working them over, until Adam was a panting mess of feverish need.
And he was, clutching the blankets and thrusting against the air, whining and begging with little hiccuping moans.
When Will finally grazed his cock with one hand, teasing, it was Adam's turn to nearly come on the spot. He felt it pulse out more precome to soak into the material — blue cotton boxers — and the drag of wet fabric across the head was about to drive him insane.
Sex with Will was incredible for Adam, better than anything he could have dreamt, and especially when feeling little. He had thought little space was the best thing, the way all the overthinking and adult responsibilities drifted away. But sex… that was a new kind of unthinking, a devastatingly primal state where he could only feel. Honestly, it was incredibly overstimulating, but in the best way. The way where everything else just fell away and became so unimportant.
He wanted more.
"Please, daddy, I want you, I need you. It hurts, please make it better. Please fuck me."
Will tsked at him. "Language. Have you ever played with yourself there?"
Adam felt his cheeks heat. "No… never," he mumbled.
"I've never done it on someone else, but I've done it on myself so I mostly know what I'm doing. You'll be a good boy and tell me if you are uncomfortable or if you want to stop, right?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good boy."
They both smiled, each a touch nervous but mostly excited, and Will hung off the side of the bed to retrieve the lube he had bought the week prior for assistance in their frotting escapades. He crawled over, hooking his fingers into the soaked boxers of his boy. Adam fidgeted with the sheets, wringing them and pulling, as his cock was freed and the boxers tossed aside.
"Are you scared, baby?"
"Um... Yes, daddy."
"Are you sure you want me to?"
Adam grinned. "Absolutely, daddy."
Will grinned back. "Alright, this might feel a bit strange, at first. I'm just going to touch the outside before I go in."
He nodded, and Will popped the cap of the lube and warmed a bit on his fingers. He laid out on the bed, his free arm snaking beneath Adam's thigh, kissing at the leg and up towards the v of Adam's groin. Will touched tentatively, softly, rubbing little circles into the tight muscle as the younger twin tried valiantly to relax into the wet sensation. But it wasn't at all bad, especially with his daddy sucking a bruise into his inner thigh, rolling the flesh between his teeth.
Will kissed up until his breath was hot on Adam's cock, nose nearly buried in the wiry, curly hair at the base.
This was one of the very few areas there were some non-identical aspects, actually perhaps the biggest difference. Will was thicker, and a little shorter, although neither could be considered small. This left Adam a bit longer, but thinner, slightly hooked to the left while Will's curved slightly up.
Will's face was right up against the curve of Adam's cock, kissing at the side of his shaft when he gently eased his middle fingertip inside. He had really been right. It did feel awfully strange, not exactly unpleasant but not exactly pleasant either. Slowly and steadily, Will sunk in knuckle by knuckle, easing out to press back in further.
"Good boy, Adam… God, you're so fucking perfect. You're doing wonderfully. Just relax for daddy."
Adam was exerting a lot of effort into relaxing. He had not thought of sex as something you would need to coax your body into. Everything else they had done felt so natural, so easy, and this just didn't, and he was starting to think that what they were doing before was much more interesting, and he wasn't sure why people enjoyed this so much, and he was actually getting a bit agitated, and—
Oh!
Will had crooked his finger upwards and it felt like clicking a button directly attached to his dick. A shiver like lightning cascaded up his spine. He sucked in a sharp breath, followed by a stuttering moan. Was that his prostate? He had heard things, but thought that it was typical human behavior — exaggerating nonsense bumps into huge mountains — but that was fucking incredible.
His dick agreed, and as Will ran tight circles on it, he realized quickly that if he wiggled the right way, it would encourage Will to rub on the spot just right as he ground his hips into it.
Will was leaving bruises all over his thighs and hips, leaving wet kisses along his shaft and licking the precome from the tip, and the whole time he was telling Adam what a good, sweet, perfect boy he was for daddy, how incredible he felt from the inside, how beautiful he was.
Whatever Adam had thought was intense that they had done before, this far surpassed it. And then a second finger was easing inside, and the stretch actually kind of felt great this time. It felt like too much, but he found himself reaching down to grab Will by his long, soft curls and dragging him up his body to kiss as hard as he could, to moan into the other's mouth. He found himself begging for more, faster, harder, and when a third finger entered him, he relished in the burn of it and panted into Will's mouth, forever pleading "daddy, daddy please."
All too quickly, Adam felt himself nearing the precipice, so gone that he was ready to fall forever. He panicked. He wanted to last for penetrative sex, but he didn't know if he could hold this back.
"Wait! Daddy, I'm gonna come…! I don't—"
"Shh, it's okay. It'll help you relax. Besides, you can give me two."
"Daddy, ah, fuck, please daddy—"
He felt himself lock around 3 fingers, the rhythmic spasms forcing firmer contact against the sensitive spot inside him. He had never come untouched before, but the only friction he had was from their bodies pressed against one another, and it was more than enough.
He sucked in air, and froze, before his orgasm nearly wiped out his vision entirely, the fluid making the sweaty glide of their bodies feel even more incredible, if that was possible. Will kissed him through it after that first spurt and the little sobs that Adam made were devoured by his daddy's endless appetite for the litany of noises that he could make in bed. Will was moaning, too, his cock rutting against one bruised hip as he worked him through the aftershocks.
Adam broke the kiss, breathing heavy with unfocused eyes, unshed tears making them sparkle like precious gems. A tiny, incredulous laugh bubbled up and out of him.
"Holy shit," he mumbled, more breath than words.
Will was kissing his earlobe, and muttered into it, "Language, my sweet boy," which made them both smile. But Will was still half a hand inside him, still gently thrusting, and it seemed to be true that it had loosened him up some, because a fourth finger entered the picture and all Adam could do was moan at the feeling of being so full.
Despite just coming, Adam felt starving for more, and after rapidly adjusting to the additional girth, he was back to keening and whining and begging for more.
"Please daddy, I need more, I need you," and he was practically crying with the sheer force of the desperation he felt. Will finally pulled out of him, finally slicked up his dripping cock and positioned over him, both of Adam's legs hiked up towards his chest, and it felt like they were both physically buzzing with anticipation.
When the head of his cock caught against the rim, Adam let out a long, impatient whimpering sound, but Will hushed him gently, and started to ease inside one millimeter at a time.
Achingly slow, and so tender. He hooked one arm under one leg, the other wrapped around Will and his free arm supporting him by the elbow, and his hand found Adam's hair, and his lips parted, breathing heavy against his temple which allowed Adam to hear the barely-there, nearly pained moans of his daddy entering him for the first time.
Slow, tender, so each of them could savor this joining, this christening, a consummation of their love. Will had fucked before, but Adam didn't think he had any experience making love, and Adam certainly didn't, and they clung to each other as the final millimeter slid into place and they were locked together as deeply as they could be.
Will kissed him then, holding in place while he explored the other's mouth as if it was also the first time their lips had met. It felt like the first time to Adam too. Unbelievably good, to the point that it almost hurt, and he realized that now he was crying, and Will was kissing his eyelids and God, it was all so fucking overwhelming.
Will whispered, "Are you okay? Can I start moving?" and Adam breathed out a "yes, daddy."
Before he had a chance to beg, Will was pulling out to thrust back in, still going so painfully, wonderfully slow, and when he pressed back in he shifted his hips and rubbed against that lovely little spot inside and Adam saw stars. He couldn't help the tears falling steadily to soak his hair and the pillowcase, and when he managed to make eye contact with Will, he saw the tears built up into his lashline too.
They kissed again, somehow both frantic and leisurely, and kept up that pace until Adam was rock hard again and shifting his hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He couldn't stop crying, and he couldn't keep himself from starting to beg again, for harder and faster, using his leg around Will to encourage his hips to move.
Will obliged, building up a steadily increasing pace until the bed creaked with every motion. He buried his head in Adam's neck, and Adam nuzzled into the sweat-damp hair and let out a steady stream of noise, interspersed with Will's own.
Throughout the moans and in between the begging, Will's contribution was heaps of praise and worshipful adoration, telling Adam he was daddy's perfect boy, gorgeous, the best thing that could ever happen to him, the light of his life and his fucking soulmate. How wonderful he felt wrapped around him, how tight and warm and how good. How much he loved Adam, that no one could ever comprehend how much he loved him.
"Daddy…" a stuttering moan, "I want to make you feel — ahh — this good always, daddy."
"We can have this as much, a-as much as you want. I'm yours baby, forever. You always make me feel so good."
They spoke fervently, with great need and a type of reckless abandon that neither of them had ever felt. Both typically so caught up in their heads, no where to escape from themselves. Here, though, nothing else existed.
They came together this time, Will buried as deeply inside as he could go, and Adam once again untouched except for the sticky friction between their bodies. If the earlier orgasm had been the strongest Adam had ever felt, it was nothing compared to what he felt now, the connection that held and erupted between them like a fire that burned away all of reality.
Adam knew, then and there, that no matter what, he would never want to be with someone else like this. Sex, maybe, but not like this. His daddy was so perfect for him; they were of the same mold, made just for each other. No one else could understand because they were just… built differently. But they could understand each other.
And as they kissed, the aftershocks of climax still wracking their bodies, both of them knew. It didn't matter what anyone thought, or if they could ever be in public together, or tell people. It didn't matter. All that mattered was this, the two of them so intertwined it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, lost in dirtied sheets and floating together in the warm glow of their love for one another.
Of course, Will had already decided it the first time they had kissed, only redoubling his beliefs now. But Adam had harbored doubts without even realizing it, and those had been blown away like dust on the breeze.
"Please stay inside me, daddy," Adam whispered, clinging tightly to him while tears streamed down his face.
"Of course, baby. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?"
"I'm so… so much better than alright."
Will held him tightly back, kissing the teardrops from his cheeks and lashes, somehow managing to maintain his own composure only because his beautiful boy needed a foundation to hold onto. Even after he had softened and slipped out against his will, they stayed intertwined, for several minutes, until suddenly Adam groaned and buried his face in Will's chest. Will rubbed at his back and kissed him on the top of the head.
"What's wrong, my sweet boy?"
"Sticky, daddy. Feels gross."
Will laughed, a bubbly and genuine sound that Adam would be happy to hear for the rest of time, and patted his shoulder.
"Right, then. To the shower with my sticky boy!"
"You're sticky too." Adam pointed an accusatory finger at Will.
"Heck, the sheets are sticky. Think we might need to hose down the whole room."
Adam groaned. "Sleep in my bed tonight? I wanna lay under the star projector with you."
Will nodded, and they both stumbled giggling into the tub. They kissed under the stream of water, and Adam tried to insist on washing Will the way he would wash Adam, but the man was having none of it. He washed every inch of his boy, thoroughly and reverently, kissing each section of body after it was rinsed free of soap. On his knees even, to clean his legs and groin.
Adam picked out a pacifier with grey aliens on it, hand-painted by the two of them. He gathered his stuffies and weighted blanket from the master bedroom, and shuffled back to his room wrapped like a burrito. Will was already waiting, plaid sleep pants and a grey tee shirt.
Adam grabbed the remote and flopped into bed, sore and spent and smiling, and clicked on the projector.
He laid in Will's arms, pointing out constellations as if his lover hadn't heard them pointed out a hundred times before. After a while, he just chewed on his pacifier and watched the stars slowly twist across the sky, both of them silent except the soothing sound of breath and the rain that had begun to fall tapping on the window.
Peace, Adam thought. Is this peace?
He had never known it, so he didn't really think he could name it, but this brand of happiness could only be described as peaceful to him, so it must be what it was.
Will bundled him closer as they both began to drift off.
"I love you, my starshine," Will murmured and left a petal-soft kiss on his forehead.
Adam smiled at the new pet name. "I think it's probably more like star dust, but… I like that… I love you too daddy, so much."
And just before they both succumbed to the lateness of the evening, Adam whispered around the pacifier threatening to fall out of his mouth and onto Will's chest.
"Thank you for tonight, daddy."