An hour later when his wrist com signaled that Vas-Tin had reached the residential sector, Adam took the device off, pulling open the drawer in the wall to set the wrist com there before closing it. He didn’t like wearing it when Vas-Tin was home after it would frequently get snagged on his master’s hair, and if it wasn’t in the drawer as soon as he took it off, then he’d wake up to it in the bed mat and digging into his back.

He stood then and rolled his shoulders, licking his lips as he looked around to see everything was tidy, not that there was much for there to be messy. The bed mat stayed out with its stiff pillows and scratchy ass blankets, but everything else had a drawer or a cabinet hidden away within the four walls that made up the home, the washroom the only exception with its doorway that was large enough for one person to walk through at a time.

He stood there waiting, opening and closing the heavy robe he wore – of course, technically, it wasn’t a robe. It was a fur coat that Vas-Tin had made from the pelt of one of his kills and given to him after his first week here when Adam had a particularly gloomy day. It was lined with a cool, silk fabric with what he was sure was the softest fur he’d ever felt, and since getting it, Adam pretty much lived in it. Due to the blanket here feeling like they were made out of the scratchiest wool the Zerric could find, more often than not he tried to sleep under the robe as well, which Vas-Tin seemed plenty pleased about.

When the entrance beeped Adam smiled and turned to see his master entering their home quickly before he had the door lock behind him. While Vas-Tin put away his gun bag, Adam debated whether or not to tease him and try and stay right out of his reach or just give in. Usually, he liked to play a bit, but seeing as the other male had been away for longer than usual, he figured it would be wiser to not rile him up any further.

“I missed you, master,” Adam said as he went over to Vas-Tin, waiting until the other had taken off his coat to put it into a cabinet in the wall before he took the other male by his belt and tugged at it, “I missed you sooo much.”

Vas-Tin, he can tell, was trying to be good. Or maybe his master knew a secret that he was waiting for the right moment to tell Adam. The look on his face is the same for both, as is the slight tremble in his voice, because Vas-Tin tries very hard to be good but it’s very difficult when Adam likes to tease, and when he has a secret, he is usually excited to share it. The fur coat was one such secret, and Adam is hoping that the look and the tremble in the voice signified another one so he can let this one air out. Or better yet, maybe Vas-Tin had gotten tired of Adam’s constant complaining that their bed was chaffing his ass and he had got them a better sleeping mat.

But more so than trying to be good – or having a secret – Vas-Tin is excited, and Adam can practically feel it when his master drags his hand through his hair, pulling his head back a little before he slides it further down to hold firmly onto the back of Adam’s skull. “Show me how much,” Vas-Tin said lowly with that slight, barely noticeable tremble.

Alright.

Maybe Adam would rile him up just a little bit.

Adam grinned and ran his hands up the tactical gear that covered his master’s chest, gripping the high collar of his jacket to pull him lower for a kiss, but before the hunter could completely close the distance he pulled back a little to keep from being kissed. “Why don’t you make me show you, Master,” Adam said in a teasing whisper, his lips brushing against the other as he spoke. He laughed a little as a slow, feral grin spread across his master’s face.

He was grabbed suddenly by the front of his robe and Adam made a nervous sound before Vas-Tin turned, dragging him with him to shove him up against the wall. The hunter crowded himself up against Adam before he grabbed onto either of Adam’s wrists to bring them up above his head, holding them both in one of his larger hands. He moved his hip forward to press his hard bulge up against the soft fur of Adam’s coat before he moved his feet to knock Adam’s further apart. After stroking Adam’s cheek briefly, he reached his free hand down between where he was pressed up against his pet to take hold of Adam’s soft cock through his fur, giving it a firm squeeze. “Have you been good while I was away?”

“Medals and awards are where you left them…” Adam said in a dull tone, his lips still pulled in their smile as Vas-Tin hummed, caressing Adam through his coat with long, strong fingers. “Didn’t burn the place down…” Vas-Tin released him to slide his hand into the coat and take Adam, the fabric of his gloves – made from another beast's skin – was smoother, almost like leather but thinner. It felt delicious against Adam’s skin and Adam thinks that’s why his master hasn’t taken off his gloves yet, though the other liked to have as much skin-to-skin contact as he could get. “Ah, there was this one thing though…” Adam said with a tongue click, then saying with a sigh “Might get me a spanking.”

Vas-Tin made an interested noise as he stroked Adam, leaning his forehead down to press it to Adam’s to ask very softly “And what was that?”

Adam debated saying something really salacious like he and the neighboring Zerric played strip poker and then danced around wearing Vas-Tin’s favorite heads, but he’d done that once a little over a week ago and his ass had just stopped hurting from the smack that got it. Totally worth it to see the look on Vas-tin’s face, but maybe not worth doing it a second time...especially right after his master was already riled up.

So instead he decided to be good, just in case Vas-Tin did have a surprise for him. “I got rid of all your creepy heads. Chopped them up into little pieces and tossed them down the drain of your bath.” He said easily.

“Lie.”

“Lie.” Adam agreed, “I don’t deserve a spanking, I was unusually good. I deserve to be spoiled.” He said with a little nod.

Vas-Tin nodded a little as well, his muscular chest heaving a little with a silent sigh before he said gently “I think you deserve that as well, Adam.”

Adam smiled against Vas-Tin’s own when they kissed, Vas-Tin reaching between them to peel open Adam’s coat and drag his hand up his pet’s chest before tracing his fingers back down to grip onto Adam’s hip. “Did you prepare yourself for me, pet?” His master asked as he stroked his thumb along Adam’s hipbone.

“Uh-huh.”

“Good boy,” Vas-Tin purred, nuzzling his face against Adam’s neck, “I didn’t think I could hold myself back long enough to wait.”

“Well you’ve waited this long, sooo…” Adam drawled, screwed his eyes closed with a grin when Vas-Tin gave a low growl and yanked him away from the wall to throw over his shoulder, one arm sliding up the back of his coat so the other hand could give his naked ass a sharp swat for his teasing. Adam swallowed his laughter because laughing when Vas-Tin was riled up usually meant that Vas-Tin was going to play ‘let’s see how long we can keep Adam at the edge of an orgasm’, which as it turned out, was Adam’s least favorite of all their games.

Vas-Tin kept him on his shoulder as he went over to the side of the sleeping mat, opening the cabinet in the wall there to get out the lube, tossing it down before he set Adam back down on his feet. “One warning,” He said lowly as he took a small step back, just enough to start hastily stripping out of his gear. “I don’t think I will be able to hold back this time.” He said lowly, Adam tilted his head back and slowly stroked his hand up and down his fur coat with an appreciative look. When he had all the fastening on his top off he tossed it to the floor and Adam openly eyed his master’s naked chest, keeping his hands to himself because he figured that was the wisest move right now. “What is your one job, Adam?”

“Uh,” He tore his gaze off of the carved muscles of Vas-Tin’s abdomen, blinking before he looked up at Vas-Tin to see his master had his head turned to listen. “My one job is to relax?”

Vas-Tin gave a short nod and then a quiet “Good.” before he snapped his fingers and pointed to the sleeping mat and faced Adam again with a vicious smirk.

Vas-Tin liked to rough house and so did Adam – bus his master was taller, bigger, and had a solid hundred pounds of muscle on him easy, so when he was riled up, roughhousing with him was like roughhousing with a brick wall. So when Vas-Tin was really riled up like he was now, there wasn’t much teasing, or shoving, or playing keep away – Adam tried to do as he was told or else he would get hurt. It hadn’t happened yet – not beyond the usual soreness that came with rough sex, but one of the things that Adam had expressively asked Vas-Tin not to do, riled up or not, was shove him down on their hard-ass sleeping mat because it hurt every time and not in the fun way. So Vas-Tin had taken to snapping to signal he wanted Adam down, which Adam was more than happy to obey. He also snapped his fingers and made motions when he wanted Adam to do other things, but knew he would grab too hard or yank with too much force if he did it himself.

This time though he clearly wanted Adam down.

Adam turned and carefully lowered himself to the sleeping mat, first propped up on his elbows but then fully on his back, more comfortable laying fully down with the large spacer still inside him. He licked his lips as he watched Vas-Tin strip out of the rest of his clothes, the blue mood lights making his master’s naked skin almost glow.

With one fluid motion, Vas-Tin lowered himself down onto the mat and positioned himself between Adam’s legs, one of his large hands holding onto Adam’s hip while the other roughly dragged up Adam’s side to scratch at his ribs before he roughly began to explore his pet.

Adam had to resist pulling back from Vas-Tin when he leaned down to capture his lips. Instinctively, he wanted to tease the hunter, make him work for what he wanted, but this was not the time. So he focused on what he had been told to do – he relaxed into the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around his master’s neck, moaning as Vas-Tin slid his large tongue into his mouth and dominated the kiss.

When his master moved to his neck to start kissing bruises into it, his eyes fluttered closed as he focused on his breathing.