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In retrospect… challenging Adam hadn't been the smartest idea. Miya squirms, biting his lip to try to keep his voice from escaping as Adam's fingers continue to thrust in and out of him.
"Come now, Miya-kun. Where's your attitude now?" Adam purrs, his breath hot against the boy's sweat-damp neck. Miya can't stifle the gasp that escapes him when he feels lips kissing his shoulder before a scalding tongue swipes over it. The wet, open-mouthed kisses are followed by the touch of teeth, worrying at his skin and leaving red, angry marks in their wake as Miya cries out, shuddering in the man's arms as he comes again, thin and watery like piss.
Still, Adam's fingers continue to fuck him with the same maddening pace, the pleasure starting to feel painful as Miya struggles in his grasp.
"Adam. Adam, please," he begs, a whine in his voice.
"What is it, kitten?"
"Stop. Please stop."
"But weren't you the one who told me to stop treating you like a child? I'm only respecting your wishes."
He had said that. But he didn't mean this. He'd just been tired of everyone acting like they knew so much better than him just because they were a few years older than him, so when Adam had told him that Miya wasn't ready to skate against him seriously, he'd gotten mad. Determined to prove himself to the man, he'd insisted that he could handle anything that Adam could throw at him…
"I give up. I give. I'm sorry. Please, Adam," Miya pleads, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his voice breaks. Adam's fingers continue to move, though, and Miya's breath catches in a sob as he tries to curl up on Adam's lap, tugging his knees up to his chest and bowing his head. When his tears start to fall, though, the fingers withdraw, and Miya feels himself being turned around so that he's facing his tormenter. Gentle fingers rest under his chin, turning his face upwards to meet scarlet eyes that swim in his vision.
"Oh, my poor Miya-kun. Was it really that bad?" Adam asks as he leans forward to press kisses to Miya's eyelids. The feel of his tongue following the trails of his tears makes Miya shiver, ashamed as they begin to fall in earnest.
"Why… why are you… being so mean?" he demands, his breath coming in quick, shuddering gasps. "I didn't… I was just…"
But he can't get the words out, and then he doesn't have the chance when Adam's lips press against his own, his tongue pressing against Miya's lips insistently until Miya lets him in. Paradoxically, he can feel his breathing starting to slow and steady out, as if Adam is swallowing some of his anxiety along with his spit. The man is almost gentle now, simply kissing him without being aggressive or demanding, and Miya relaxes even more when a pair of strong arms wrap around him, pulling him close against a broad, warm chest. Gradually, his shivering stops, but Adam continues to hug him until Miya's squirming again, trying to break himself free.
"I'm okay now. I'm sorry," he mumbles, but his voice is still a little raw and ragged, and Adam closes the distance he's made to kiss him again before drawing back and raising a hand to wipe away the last traces of his tears.
"I just don't want you to get in over your head and get hurt, Miya-kun. You're a clever and talented young man, but there are so many people out there who are much worse than me. It's important that you don't overestimate your abilities, because some of them might not tell you 'no' and try to stop you, even when they should. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yeah," Miya sniffles. He doesn't want to keep being a brat, but his shoulders are starting to feel tired, so he takes a deep breath before looking up at Adam, shrugging a little. "Um… can you take these off?"
"Of course, kitten." He feels Adam's hands working at his wrists before the restraints around them fall off, and then Adam tugs his arms around to the front, chafing them lightly. "Is that better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." The cuffs hadn't been too bad, since they were fluffy and padded, but the attention does feel good. Adam's hands are warm and gentle, his cool cruelty a fading memory as Miya leans forward to rest his head on Adam's shoulder. Vaguely, he's aware of Adam's hands moving away before the man shifts under him, and then something heavy and warm is draping over his shoulders.
Reaching up, Miya compulsively tugs it tighter around him before looking down, recognizing Adam's jacket as he's nearly poked in the cheek by a spiky spaulder. It's a lot more comfortable than it looks: large enough to half-cover Miya, and not awkwardly stiff in the way that he thought costumes were. Maybe it's because Adam's costumes are probably really expensive, so the materials are better than those for a cheap one… but it doesn't really matter.
"Thanks," he mumbles again, feeling a hand ruffle his hair.
"Just go ahead and take as long as you need," Adam replies reassuringly… and then a note of amusement creeps into his voice. "Or, well, until it's time for your race tonight. Unless you would like to forfeit?"
"No way!" Miya protests, raising his head to look up at Adam. "I can do it, really!"
"You're not overestimating yourself?" Adam teases, and Miya shakes his head vigorously. That's why he's here after all: to race against older, more experienced skaters and prove himself. There's nobody around his age who can compete with him, but at "S," he can sometimes find someone who's at least a little better than a slime. Besides, everyone respects him here: even if they are jealous of his skill, they don't play nasty tricks or ignore him.
"Please, Adam!"
He feels Adam's arms settle around him again, hugging him before planting a kiss on top of his head.
"Of course. Anything for my cute kitten."