In the space of about three seconds, Adam goes from quietly reading to having an archangel in his lap. For someone else, that might be a distressing situation. Adam adjusts instantly to Michael's invasion of his space.
"Hey, Mike," he says, "you want something?" All casual, as though he can't feel the way Michael's grace is vibrating under his skin in anticipation. Adam's soul responds like one of Pavlov's dogs, spurred to warmth and desire. He's not sure when in the Cage he started to be able to track that, to differentiate between the grace and soul inhabiting his body. It's a lonelier feeling now that Michael's got his own vessel, but Adam will take it over not having Michael at all. Besides, there's some fun they can get up to with two bodies that they couldn't in one.
"I'm ready," Michael says. Adam loops his arms around him and tugs him ever closer. Michael's not passing through his cell membranes, so it'll never be close enough. Michael tips into him. He leans his forehead towards Adam's the way most people might ask for a kiss, and Adam obligingly bumps his own against it.
"You sure?" he checks. "Because that last cycle really took it out of you. You can rest another day." Michael tilts his head to rub his nose against Adam's. He's so catlike in his affection, and yet, every time Adam tries to pat him on the head unprompted, he gets all huffy.
"Adam," he pulls out his bossy tone and Adam raises an eyebrow. It's not his Command Voice, the one that once called Heaven to arms. It's the voice he uses when he wants Adam to stop eating on the couch or take his feet off the coffee table. "Get me pregnant," he orders. Adam chuckles.
This is one of the stipulations of Michael's return to life. He's the only angel Jack could figure out how to pull out of the Empty completely whole, as a result of how deeply his grace is woven into Adam's veins. Jack pulled Castiel free as well, from what Adam's heard, but he came out human. Whatever Chuck did after absorbing Amara involved destroying most of the angelic grace still left in the world, and neither She nor Jack can bring it back. The only way is forward, and so, if they're going to bring angels back as angels, they need new grace. Which is where Michael and him come in.
"Okay. I'll make angel babies with you," Adam teases. Michael makes a face.
"I've told you before, that's not how-" Adam interrupts him by sliding his hands down his back and hooking them under his thighs. Michael shivers from the touch, and then he squawks in protest (which he will deny doing if asked) when Adam tries to sweep him up into the air. Adam doesn't account for the fact that, while Michael looks light, he's dense as any angel in human skin and so much heavier as a result. They both end up toppling to the floor, Michael looking extremely unimpressed and Adam sprawled on top of him. His knees hurt from hitting the floor, but he starts laughing.
"Turned on yet?"
"Very, kid," Michael deadpans. Adam bites back another laugh, burying his face in Michael's chest. He's wearing one of Adam's shirts. He always seems to be. Adam picked him out a whole wardrobe all his own, and he still gravitates towards anything that smells like Adam. Though, maybe that's because a lot of what Adam picked out for him was paternity clothing... Michael strokes his shoulder, and because he can never leave an argument unfinished, says, "We aren't making angel babies. We're making grace."
"Uh huh." Adam noses over Michael's chest, searching.
"It's an energy source. It doesn't have an age. It needs someplace to be conceived and- Ah!" Michael cuts himself off with a gasp. Adam grins, biting at his nipple through his shirt. Michael doesn't lactate (and isn't that an idea?) but Adam's not imagining how sensitive he's gotten there. Adam pulls back, leaving a damp spot.
"Do you want to talk semantics or do you want to get fucked?" Michael spends a little too long figuring out his answer. Adam ducks his head to mouth at his nipple through his shirt again until he starts to squirm.
"Fucked," Michael says, arching into Adam. "That- Yes."
"On the floor?" Adam leans up to drop a kiss on Michael's cheek. He grinds down on Michael, feeling giddy. The euphoria of having a dick is never going to wear off.
"On the bed," Michael insists because he likes to pretend he has standards. The first time Adam knocked him up, they did it on the breakfast table. Still, he sits back and helps Michael to his feet. They twine their fingers together, making their way to their bedroom and only occasionally pausing to press each other against a wall and snuggle close. Adam coaxes Michael into making out slowly, pressing kisses along his throat until Michael sighs, hovering centimeters from his lips to tease. Michael treats kissing as intimately as sex, and he needs to be wooed.
When he finally presses his mouth back against Adam's, Adam hums happily and nestles up against Michael. He's completely hard now, and somewhere under his layers, Michael's going to be wet and waiting for him to fill him up.
(On the list of weird shit Adam's already been through, his boyfriend choosing to be revived in a body that's exactly like his was when Michael first took him is really not that high. The things Adam was dysphoric about don't upset Michael at all, and on the other side and with a little separation, Adam finds it easier to love the body that used to cause him so much pain.)
"How do you want me?" Adam asks once they make it to the bedroom.
"Face to face." Michael has no patience for undressing. Adam has zero objections. What's the point of having an angel boyfriend if not for the instant clothing removal? He sits Michael on the end of the bed and gets on his knees. Michael tilts his head to peer down at him. "You won't be able to fuck me like that easily once I'm- What are you doing?" Adam kisses up his thigh, smiling.
"Getting you to relax. Orgasms help you get pregnant, you know?" Michael's hand curls around the back of his head, not tugging. Adam nips the inside of his thigh to hear him gasp. "You act like you'll be pregnant for long." Michael's pregnancies aren't human, so they're quick and intense. A month or two's cycle of his belly growing, whatever passed for angelic hormones making him happy and horny enough that Adam has trouble keeping up sometimes, and then the grace would be... birthed. Adam had never seen it happen and wasn't sure exactly how it worked. To him, Michael's belly was huge one day and gone the next, and they'd transition from pregnancy care to recovery until Michael wanted to be knocked up again.
"This time..." Michael hesitates. Adam peeks up, rubbing circles against his leg. "I might be?" The question is whether or not Adam's okay with that. As if he hasn't been super into this from day one. A way for Michael to help his siblings that didn't involve him having to give up his own comfort or resume the command he'd had in Heaven? And Adam got to pamper a heavily pregnant Michael every month? Sign him up!
"Why?" Adam turns his head down again, pressing kisses closer and closer to Michael's core. Michael's dick is hard, the impressive inch and a half that Adam had gotten after a little more than a year on testosterone. Adam spreads his folds and slides his tongue along them, the bush of Michael's pubic hair tickling his face.
"Jack wants to- mm"—Michael's fingers tighten in his hair for a moment as Adam's lips brush his dick—"to bring back my siblings." After a quizzical look, he clarifies, "the archangels. Who will need a great deal more grace than other angels. And- Oh, fu- Adam, I'm talking!" Adam snickers and licks his cock again. "I thought we should do all of them at once."
"You want triplets?"
"If you don't put your mouth to better use, I'll pin you to the floor and do this myself." Adam presses a softer kiss to Michael's stomach in apology.
"And Jack's- You're sure you want them back? All of them?" Adam doesn't say Lucifer's name. He doesn't have to. Michael loves all his siblings, but Lucifer was the first and will always be the one he thinks of when someone says the words little brother to him before he remembers he has more. Michael curls in on himself slightly, and Adam pushes himself to one knee, offering to get up on his level to comfort him. Michael pets his hair, and he settles back down.
"He wasn't himself," Michael says quietly. "You didn't meet him once we escaped, but something changed, Adam. Someone changed him." Adam waits for Michael to lay the accusation on his father, like he deserves, but Michael exhales shakily and carries on. "I want to help him."
"Okay," Adam says. He reaches for Michael's other hand, brings it down so that he can press a kiss to Michael's knuckles. "Okay. We'll do it." Michael smiles. "Are we inviting them over for family dinners?"
"If they can behave," Michael says. Adam mentally plots out the five of them at their little dining table and foresees no way that doesn't devolve into chaos. He can't wait.
"Then lets put some grace in the oven." Michael shoves at the back of Adam's head until he starts sucking his dick again. It's entirely to Adam's benefit. He's the one who gets to hear Michael groan his name. His thighs flex around Adam's head, like he's trying hard to keep his legs spread. That's very appreciated, very good behavior, will definitely be rewarded. Adam kisses the head of his dick before lapping at the underside with his tongue, slipping between the labia to hit a sensitive spot. He buries his face in Michael's folds, soaking his chin as Adam pulls his dick between his lips again. It's just big enough to bob his head a little, and Michael loves that, tossing his head back with another desperate sound. Adam pulls back to catch his breath and to show off the mess Michael's making on his face.
"Adam..." Michael breathes. Adam flicks his dick with a finger, making Michael jerk, and he wets two fingers with Michael's slick. There's more than enough to go around.
"You want more?" he asks. "You want to come, Michael? Make it easy for me when I fuck you full?" Michael nods. Adam gives him a finger. Michael's hot inside, hotter than Adam remembers being the few times he tried fingering himself. He welcomes Adam's finger in, spreading soft around it. Adam fucks it deep a few times, to the last knuckle, before he turns his wrist and crooks his finger against Michael's walls. It takes a couple of tries, and Adam supplements his seeking with his mouth on Michael's dick again. When Michael makes a deeply pleased noise, he knows he's found the right spot. He rubs it slowly, feeling Michael clench around him.
He buries his other finger in Michael's heat, following the first and finding Michael's g-spot. He pleasures Michael's dick inside and out, stimulating hidden nerve endings and sucking the engorged head. Michael's legs jump again. "Hold still," Adam tells him. When he pulls back enough to speak, there's a thin strand of spit between his mouth and Michael's dick that snaps with his words. Michael swallows. His legs tremble, but they don't dare shut as Adam licks into his hole around his fingers. He drags his tongue back up through his folds back to his dick. Michael's on the edge, heartbeat fast against Adam's lips and fingers. Adam curls his fingers again and engulfs Michael's cock in his mouth. Michael comes with a whine that turns higher than vocal cords should be able to produce, the frequency of a lightbulb with too many watts pumped into it right before it explodes.
Adam's quick to pull his fingers free and stand up. Michael leans into him, seeking stability while he rides out his orgasm. Adam strokes his back with his clean hand, wiping the wet one off on his own thigh. Michael trembles, clutching at him until his breathing begins to steady out and the peak of it is over. He loves the buildup to an orgasm, but the aftermath always leaves him shaky, the out of control feeling taking its toll. Adam's not surprised when Michael drags him further up the bed, not to fuck him, but to cuddle. He lays his head on Adam's chest and breathes in time with him. He doesn't need it, but the action brings him comfort, especially when tied to Adam's own deep breaths.
"That was good," Adam reassures. "You came real good for me, Mike. You're gonna catch so easy now." He rubs Michael's back between his shoulderblades. His wings used to rest there on Adam's body, some vestigial instinct of Adam's bone structure reacting to the concepts that made up Michael's being. Michael stretches up into his touch and relaxes deeper with the massage. "You feel okay?" Michael hums low in his throat. It takes another minute for him to respond.
"I'm fine," he says. "I'm ready to continue."
"Sure?"
"Get on top of me." There's that bossy voice back again. Adam loves it. He presses a kiss to Michael's mouth and makes sure to tell him.
"I love you." Michael, as ever, looks a little shocked by that before he recovers.
"I love you, too." Adam rolls them over so that he can blanket Michael with his own body. He's been ignoring his cock, and now it's more than ready to go. He's got to admit. There's an appeal in Michael being pregnant, but there's just as much in the idea of it being him that does the breeding. Him, with his own dick, and his own balls, and his own come. He kisses Michael again and hopes it feels like thanks for what Michael gave him.
He can't just plunge in, no matter how Michael hitches his hips up to invite him in. Adam ducks his head to Michael's chest again to pay it more attention. Michael alternates between binders and bras based less on any internal feeling and more on the external requirements of the day, an alien thing to Adam, who feels relief even now putting his hand on his own flat chest. It's another place he's learned to love for Michael. He mouths at his chest, grazing teeth up one swell until he finds Michael's nipple and latches on. He likes leaving little bite marks around them. He bites into the softness that used to distress him, and hearing Michael's delighted groan makes it even easier to let that far-off pain go.
He nibbles and licks at his own pace until Michael's started writhing. All it takes is a quiet, "I told you to hold still," to make him stop. Adam leans up and kisses a, "Good boy," into his mouth. Michael shudders.
Adam relents in his teasing eventually. He grabs a pillow to slot under Michael's butt and reaches down to slide his cock against his waiting hole. He thrusts once against him, coating his dick in Michael's wetness, slicking his whole length up with it. Michael watches him, mouth half-open, anticipation thrumming under his skin. Again, Adam can feel it. It's like thunder now, rolling and huge.
Adam draws out entering him, savoring every inch and every hot clench around his cock. Michael's is twitching, and Adam presses his thumb to it to ease him into it. A thrust inside and a small circle on Michael's cock, and Adam's got him melting under the attention in minutes.
Technically, Adam's not sure how much them having sex contributes to this. For all that Michael and him dress it up as a pregnancy, Adam isn't donating DNA. He fucks Michael until he's loose and relaxed beneath him, sighing with every thrust, and that's when he says, "Come on, angel, come take what you need." Michael's eyes flick to meet his, and they shine beautifully. Adam feels his grace reach out, curling up and through his soul for the power it needs to create. It hurts like being nibbled on by a hundred hungry little mouths, but that makes them even, Adam thinks, looking over the marks he left on Michael's skin.
He picks up his pace as Michael draws from his soul. Adam thrusts hard enough to divert his attention, his grace pausing in its needle-thin weave through his being as Michael moans. "Feel that?" Adam tells him. "Gonna knock you up, angel. Make you swell up all over again. Fuck, three times over, and with enough grace for archangels. Are you even gonna be able to move by the end?" He's an angel, the question is ridiculous, but Michael clenches around him anyway. "You know I'll take care of you. That's my job. Keep you sated and pregnant until we get all your siblings all powered up again."
"There are-" Michael says between thrusts. His grace is erratic, trying to focus on Adam's soul and scattering again when Adam grinds up against Michael's g-spot. "There are a lot of them to help."
"Yeah? How many?" Michael doesn't answer, voice caught in a desperate whimper. "Hundreds? Thousands?" Michael nods. "I think you want to do this forever. That sound good to you, Michael? Me getting you pregnant again and again, for the rest of time?" Michael's hands scrabble to find purchase on him, grabbing Adam's shoulder and waist. He tries to yank Adam in, and Adam stops thrusting altogether. "Hey, stop that. Be good for me. Hold still and take it." Michael catches his breath. He doesn't let go, but his grip becomes less demanding. "That's right. I'll fill you up, but you've got to be good for me." Adam uses the pause to put his hands on Michael's stomach. He swells up like it's a real pregnancy, that's for sure. Adam can already imagine how gravid he's going to be. No more borrowing Adam's clothes, if he chooses to wear anything at all.
"Adam, I need it," Michael says, "I need you to fuck me."
"Put a baby in you?" Adam suggests. Michael wrinkles his nose.
"It's not-"
"Just say it," Adam teases. Leans in close and whispers, "Be my good boy and say it." Michael flushes.
"Put a baby in me," he mumbles. Adam thrusts into him as a reward, and Michael shuts his eyes. "Yes, there. Right there." He says it again, hesitantly, but louder this time, "put your baby in me, Adam."
"Yeah?" Adam goads. "Want my load?" Michael's a marvel for how complex he manages to make his expressions while being fucked silly. He's caught somewhere between thinking Adam's dirty talk is ridiculous and, from how he's rocking up into his thrusts and soaking the bed, getting even more turned on by it.
"I want it," he says, when horny wins out over contrary. "Adam, please."
"I'll give it to you. I'll fuck it in you nice and deep until nothing spills out." It's getting harder to keep his mouth on track. Michael's getting tighter around him, like he wants to drain Adam dry. His grace burrows into Adam's soul, taking and taking and taking. More than Michael's eyes are starting to shine. It starts with a light at the back of his throat when he opens his mouth to moan, and spreads, light from inside his veins making him glow, spider-webbing under his skin. Adam can watch this happen before his very eyes, and it's amazing. "You ready?"
"Need it," Michael says, an unfocused echo as he's overwhelmed, body and grace, "Adam, Adam, put a baby in me, get me pregnant, get me-" He cuts himself off. The noise he makes hurts Adam's ears. He ducks his head against Michael's chest, shutting his eyes. His hips work desperately against Michael, thrusting until he can't anymore. He buries himself deep, just like he promised, and he shoots his come up inside Michael. If he was human, they really would be looking at a future kid. Adam feels Michael go over the edge, hole spasming around his cock, milking every last spurt out.
"Perfect," Adam murmurs, "making it so easy for me by coming, angel. That's a good boy. That's so good." Michael whines. Adam doesn't open his eyes until the light outside his eyelids has died down. He's pretty sure glimpsing a bit of Michael's true form won't hurt him, but in the middle of sex seems like a bad time to test that assumption. Michael's arms are shaking when he wraps them around Adam's back and pulls him close. Two orgasms is a lot for him in one night. Adam shifts back enough to pull out, noting that not a drop of his come does escape, before he changes gears from sexy times to aftercare.
"It worked," Michael says. He sounds exhausted. He doesn't have to tell Adam that, because pregnant glow is not a metaphor where Michael's concerned and while he's not blinding anymore, he's still a little shiny.
"You were really good," Adam praises. "You took me so well, Michael." Michael nods. "You want me to stay here or get something to clean you up with?" He knows the answer by the clench of Michael's fist against his back.
"Stay," Michael answers. "I'll clean us. Later." Adam doesn't call him on that. Michael always overestimates how tired this whole process makes him, and with him starting the gestation of three whole archangels worth of grace, Adam doesn't expect him to be doing much of anything for at least a day.
Not that Adam minds. The pampering Adam showers him with is part of the point. Michael, more than anyone else in the universe, is long overdue for a vacation, and hell, so is Adam.
He rolls onto Michael's side. Michael follows to snuggle as close as he can. Adam's sweaty and gross, and Michael's not much better, but it's too good to give up. Adam slides a leg between Michael's. Michael grabs his wrist like a security blanket. They doze, and Adam daydreams about how good Michael's going to look once he starts to show again.