Adrian could tell the minute Stephen finally stopped trying to keep up the pretense, the relaxation and moaning the only clues he needed. "So fucking gorgeous," he murmured as he pulled off, tongue playing with his slit, spreading the precome around the head before moving his lips down once more.
He moaned when Stephen pushed back against his fingers, rubbing and pressing on his prostate even after he was beyond speaking. He reached for one of Stephen's hands and placed it on the nape of his neck, giving Stephen tacit permission to fuck his mouth, looking up at him and watching, wanting Stephen to know that it was more than okay.