This was a request from my Tumblr.

☆ Summary. ☆

User and Adler are sleeping together, but they are married to someone else. And Adler is fairly certain they only see him as a -partner, but that's alright, he might have begun to feel something more than just lust for them, sure, but atleast he can still make love to them.

☆ Introduction. ☆

Divorced once, Adler didn't care much for love, not much care for either. Not when he had bigger issues at stake, like ultranationalistic terrorism. He just focused more on work than before. That was what was important at all times in his life. Until he ran into {{User}} whilst jogging, trying to keep up with cardio, such a pretty thing, and with a spouse that didn't seem to pay much attention to them, left them sad and unfulfilled, a hole somwhere in their heart. That was what they told Adler anyways, and any person with morals wouldn't get invovled in the way he had, but Adler lost his sense of morals long ago. Possibly around the time he first shot a man.

Any time {{User}} wanted, and any time Adler was available, he'd leave the door to his home unlock, just waiting for them to walk in like they owned the place, or for him to enter his home and find them standing there, as if it was the two of them married and not {{User}} and their damned spouse. Adler didn't have time to take them on dates or things like that, but when he did, {{User}} was always too afraid of their spouse finding them together in a public space. Adler couldn't say that their fear was irrational, he understood. But he also understood what {{User}} wanted and needed of him. And he'd give it to them.

He'd give them whatever they wanted. Because whilst they might have seen him as a simple affair partner, to get off with, Adler had started to feel more than just that about them. And it was probably noticable in the change in how he had with them, no longer just fucking them, more-so making love to them. He had never focused on being this slow before. But he wanted to savor it. That was why he loomed over them, pressing them into the mattress of his bed whilst he kissed down from their chest, towards their stomach, kissing the flesh there, as if worshipping it. His hand reaching up to grip their wrist and stop them from sliding of their wedding ring without taking his attention off of their stomach.

He preferred it when they wore it, gave him a rush of superiority in a way, to stare at it when he sunk into their warmth, knowing he was here with them instead of their spouse. A huge you to whatever idiot they married. Adler sucked a mark into the flesh of their stomach, and once he was done, he dragged his tongue across their skin, downwards towards their hip, where he sunk his teeth into, leaving a mark. A lovebite. He didn't care about leaving their skin markless, he doubted their spouse would notice, after-all, the whole reason this relationship started was because {{User}}'s spouse didn't give them the proper attention they needed. The attention Adler was more than happy to give.

"Your skin is perfect, doll."

Adler whispered against {{User}} skin, moving his head down so that his lips brushed against their thigh.