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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #30 on: June 24, 2019, 10:32:56 AM »
It was a little like watching a car accident, albeit one involving very attractive drivers in state-of-the-art automobiles. Harm just kept going, kept saying perverted things and even accompanying them with extremely provocative gestures. He didn't flinch away from the contact with his arm and hand- he was relaxed enough to let that my, accustomed to Harm's touch for the moment- but the idea of it being involved with sex was definitely a turn off. He was so stunned by the audacity of it that he didn't stop him, but Luke's face probably was probably transmitting his unease.

His own hard-on had flagged slightly, but then he became aware of Harm, hard and hot against him, and felt himself swelling again. His gaze drifted a few inches to Harm's full lips, and his cock surged slightly at the thought of them wrapped around it. He extricated his hand from Harm's just as the other pulled away. He folded both his arms to create a makeshift pillow for himself. He kept his head turned to continue regarding Harm. His heart was beating just a little faster, and his crotch felt, so, so warm, as if the proximity of their dicks created some kind of feedback loop.

"I'm not sure if its a good idea for you to work on my front," he said softly. His voice was breathy, a symptom of the arousal he couldn't quite disguise. He couldn't quite bring himself to completely eliminate the idea of them getting off, even though he knew it was a bad one. His need was spiking, though. His cock was practically pulsing as it remained trapped against his thigh. "Fuuuuuck," he groaned slowly, burying his face in the crook of his right elbow and squeezing his eyes shut. He had to stop looking at Harm. That was critical to his keeping it in his pants.

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #31 on: June 27, 2019, 10:59:06 PM »
Harm had certainly been disheartened by the stoic/disgusted look on Luke's face before he pulled away but then he said those words in that spine-tinglingly breathy voice and it all changed. He watched in fascination as Luke hid his face and swore in what could only be frustration. Sexual frustration. The very notion that they might both want release sent a pulse of longing through him.

It occurred to Harm that he wasn't sure why Luke was holding back, exactly. Sure, there was the fact he was suffering from some kind of STI (but... condoms?) and also his dogged determination to scare Harm into wanting absolutely nothing to do with any sort of monster, especially him. There was likely also some sort of residual heroism from their History of Unrequited Love and the Oblivious Fool That Nurtured It.

But the more he thought about it, as he watched the back of Luke's head, the less sense any of it made. For a start, a body that could heal a stab hole the size of the one Luke had put in his hand surely could fend off any sort of viral sexual infection within a few minutes (let alone forty-eight hours). For another, only Luke was offended by the notion of fooling around with a monster, Harm was fascinated by the endless possibilities. As for the third thing... it probably wasn't real but even if it was, only Harm remembered anything and he'd let it go a few years back. Why should Luke worry about that stuff?

Harm bent his elbow and rested his head in the palm of his hand, regarding Luke thoughtfully. His other hand played with his hair, styling it reflexively before it floated over to Luke's bare back once more. Where before he'd prodded and squeezed in a detached manner, now he trailed a gentle hand over the plain of Luke's flesh, watching his fingers undulate as he swept them softly over profoundly sculpted troughs and peaks of muscle. He wished he was game enough to perform the same manoeuvre with his lips but he wasn't certain he was right about Luke's desire. Yet.

"Why isn't it?" he asked huskily, the question deliberately crafted. He really wanted an answer without giving his own thoughts away or saying something too incriminating. He'd let Luke say it first. Surely it was his turn to risk humiliating himself, after all these years.

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #32 on: July 03, 2019, 10:22:24 AM »
He didn't look up when Harm caressed his way up his back, or when he spoke.

The question mattered less and less to Luke with each heartbeat, all of which he could feel in his dick. Why shouldn't he fuck Harm's pretty brains out? The guy clearly wanted it. He was seducing him. He couldn't keep his hands off of him. He'd wanted this for years.

Somewhere within the ardor, there was a voice still asking questions. Was Harm into him because of their past? Because he was a freak? He really didn't know Luke at all, so aside from baseline physical attraction, he wasn't into Luke, he was into some idea of his that didn't actually exist. If it was the former, wasn't it selfish to take advantage? If it was the latter, did he want to indulge that particular fantasy?

That whisper of a voice was drowned out by his rushing blood though. He lifted his head from the crook of his elbow and stared at Harm hungrily. The expression on his face wasn't one that his old friend would remember. His features were contorted by desire, tinted with rage, shaded with something darker and more dangerous. He rolled onto his side,  propping himself up with his head in his left hand and his elbow digging into the mattress. His movement revealed the unmistakable tent in his pants. Even battened down by cloth, the bulge was obscene, representative of the sort of cock most people only ever saw in pornography.

He reached forward for Harm's wrist with his pallid gray flesh, and if Harm allowed it, would then tug him closer- close enough to press Harm's hand into his crotch. 

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #33 on: July 04, 2019, 02:17:45 AM »
Harm was startled by Luke’s expression when he looked up at him. Part of him quailed before it, thinking he’d somehow angered his companion with a question he’d thought sounded sexy but didn’t come out the way it had in his head (truthfully, he got that more often than he wanted to admit). Even in apparent anger - or perhaps because of it - Luke’s visage was frightfully compelling, though. There was a sinister beauty in his turbulent gaze, the flush of his skin, the grim set to his pillowy lips.

When Luke rolled onto his side, Harm’s gaze flowed along his sculpted physique to the unmistakable answer to his question. A thrill of triumph flared through him, chased lecherously by a shot of lust. He didn’t look away from it as his hand was pulled over, though he came up on his elbow and used it as a crutch to shuffle closer, for better access.

Bare chests, so close. Mingled, flighty breathing. Hand on wrist. Hand on pants on cock. A huge, rigid rod. A mouth flooding with saliva. Licking lips and throbbing blood. Want. Aching need and hunger.

It was almost clinical, Harm’s categorisation of the moment. The desire was so strong as to rob him of fluid, rational thought, all he was left with was the ability to compartmentalise and process in bytes... delicious sensory imprints. His hand knew what to do; it closed over Luke’s bulge eagerly, massaging gently along the steel impossibly contained by his clothing, stroking and squeezing with growing temerity. He longed for better access, skin on skin.

Harm looked into Luke’s cognac-coloured eyes, wanting to say something confident and bold about working on his front but the words wouldn’t come. They were already obsolete. He pressed his lips to Luke’s instead, kissing him gently despite the firm hold that was still exploring the limits of his dick. He captured soft, full lips between and against his own, his head nudging up and down, his tongue sliding forward in a tentative initial assault, requesting permission to enter with a sideways swipe.

Their hands became squashed between them, the pressure and the squirming against hard crotches frustratingly indirect but so enticing. Their chests touched, the contact zinging through Harm. He’d completely forgotten his resolve to never try to kiss Luke again and also the warning that he should carry no expectations into this meeting with him. None of that was relevant with his hand on Luke’s erection and his lips fluttering kisses all over his beautiful mouth.

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #34 on: July 09, 2019, 01:42:24 PM »
Luke released Harm's wrist as soon as his hand made contact with his concealed but blatant cock, but he didn't seem sure what to do with himself; his arm remained lifted, not touching anything. He groaned as the exploration began, and shifted his hips involuntarily as Harm worked him over, bucking himself into grasping fingers. His gaze slipped down to watch Harm's slender, deft fingers at work, but then he sensed movement and looked up. He watched with almost detached curiosity as Harm moved in for the kiss, and then they were kissing.

There was nothing tentative about Luke's response. Harm's tongue would find resistance in Luke's, which forced its way into his mouth. The monstrous hand that had been hanging in the air suddenly found a purpose and latched onto Harm's neck, pulling him in even closer and holding him in place. His grip was implacable, and his tongue was inevitable. He filled Harm's mouth with it, seemingly intent to map every bit of flesh and tooth. Greedy, wet noises filled the air, but his pulse drowned them out. It was roaring in his ears, deafening, and his forceful kiss yielded to its inexorable rhythm.

One heartbeat, two, three, a dozen. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted his weight again, rolling on top of Harm and sweeping his hand away. He continued devouring his mouth while his considerable weight bore the smaller man into the mattress. He could feel Harm hard against him and smirked unseen into the kiss as he started grinding their erections together. He rocked back and forth with his hips with brutal focus. His left hand drifted up, tangling itself in Harm's soft hair, while his right burrowed underneath Harm's back to lock him in an embrace.

He could feel the heat on Harm's skin, the sweat that he'd built up during the massage, the surges of pleasure that the frottage yielded. He wanted more though. He wanted everything Harm could give him, and it was his to take. His teeth caught Harm's lower lip suddenly, trapping it. His eyes were wide open, and he regarded Harm hungrily before pulling away... tugging Harm's lip almost painfully for a split second, but then releasing him. He got up onto his knees, looming over Harm. A damp spot had appeared where the head of his dick bulged obscenely in his pants, straining to escape.

"Take your clothes off." His voice came from somewhere low in his throat. His eyes bored into Harm as he reached for his own belt, making quick work of it and the button behind it.

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #35 on: July 12, 2019, 01:36:50 AM »
Harm was instantly energised by Luke's tongue raiding his mouth. Although it was initially overwhelming, excitement soon surged through him, echoing frenziedly through his body and enhancing the empty throb he was already feeling. His tongue parried ensuing attacks with enthusiasm, swiping up and across the thick, thrusting muscle exploring his oral cavity, sucking when it became too much, countering with firm lips and an agile tongue of his own when it was being civilised. His jaw worked hungrily, his lips tingling from the brutality of the kiss, his tongue aching pleasantly from the incessant acrobatics.

Predictably, Harm wasn't a quiet kisser. He whimpered and sighed, making needy noises of desire or growling whenever the effects of the kiss shuddered all the way through him. When Luke rolled onto him and began humping his clothed dick, he emitted wanton mewls of desire that matched the rhythm Luke dictated, sighing throatily around Luke's tongue with every press, gasping for breath when his hips angled back. Being held like the lusty wench on the cover of your average bodice-ripper romance only enhanced the sense of fantasy and fervent need pulsing through him, leaving Harm writhing helplessly beneath him, his arms and legs locked around Luke's body and touching anything that might feel good. He wasn't able to think or plot, just react and try to keep from cumming in his pants; he was so slick, Luke's grinding had everything sliding deliciously around and he wasn't entirely sure he hadn't blown his load already.

The sharp sensation of his lip being bitten dragged Harm out of his lust frenzy enough to give him pause, though when Luke pulled away, he instinctively attempted to follow, his chest arching in an effort to keep his nipples brushing coquettishly against Luke's chest. He blinked when told to take his clothes off, not able to smoothly transition from kissing and grinding to process the implications of what was happening. He watched Luke yank at his belt, feeling seared by his gaze... and finally, his brain kicked in. Luke wasn't pushing him away. He was stripping. They were going to fuck. Holy shit. And thank fuck!

Harm's hands flew to his jeans but his fingers were suddenly dumber than bricks and even less flexible so all they could do was fumble and miss the buttonhole's extremities. He grunted his frustration, lifting his shoulders off the mattress to half sit up and look at what he was doing, though he was completely distracted by the man between his thighs. That wet patch made his dick pulse with want and the outline of Luke's cock made him feel intimidated and desperately empty at the same time. He remembered Luke's warning about becoming a monster when he was horny and something fearful quailed inside Harm. He wouldn't have been present for this whole talk if he didn't know he should be afraid but he tried to tell himself also that Luke wouldn't hurt him. He hoped. Still...

"I have lube in my bag," he panted, his gaze catching Luke's and then caterpulting towards where he'd left his bag on the coffee table. "And condoms, although... I'm totally clean," he breathed a laugh, finally managing to undo the button on his jeans. He made short work of the zip and began to shimmy out of his clothes as instructed, taking care not to snag anything sharp on his dick. It sprang eagerly out and up, then bobbed and wavered over his left hip as he shoved his pants down over his pert ass and onto his thighs. It was an angry red with a glistening mushroom head, the veins on it standing out, thick with blood and the need to be touched. He paused to do that, wrapping his right hand around it and sliding up and down while he watched Luke and calculated.

The gorgeous blond was a hard barrier between his legs and he'd either need to swing a leg beside him or do some creative contorting and kicking to get his pants off around him. He was also expecting Luke would get up to take his pants off. As soon as he did that, Harm could leap off the bed and shuck his pants before yanking the covers off the bed and dropping them unceremoniously on the floor. He didn't fancy trying to get traction and brace himself for Luke's barrage on a bedspread and top sheet that would constantly slide out from under him, he needed a nice still bottom sheet under him. Again, nerves struck him as he watched Luke undress and he wondered anew at that wise adage about being careful what one wished for.

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Re: Here We Are in the Present
« Reply #36 on: July 12, 2019, 01:27:36 PM »
Luke walked backward on his knees, just enough to let a slight backward lean slip him neatly off the bed onto his feet- the very picture of economy of motion. There was a certain feral grace to it, lacking in calculation, as if his body were simply designed better than most, more efficient, more adept. His intense gaze never left Harm as he tugged his belt through every loop in one firm motion. His fly splayed open, revealing the very-full pouch of a pair of simple gray boxer briefs. The fabric clinging to the clearly displayed head of his dick was much darker, completely soaked through.

"Get them," he replied simply, his voice still emerging huskily from low in his throat, when Harm mentioned his supplies. He hooked his thumb under the waistband of khakis and underwear both and slid them down, stooping slightly to free himself from the confines of fabric. For a second, his bent upper body obscured his lower body. He lifted his feet one at a time to peel off his socks before standing upright again.

Even if both of his arms had been wholly human, Luke's body would have seemed impossible. His torso alone was impressive, but with all of him revealed, Harm, with his more than passing familiarity with human anatomy, might be hard-pressed to believe what he saw. Every muscle was perfectly developed, as if he had been sculpted rather than born. His chest was virtually hairless, but a trail of dark hair led from his navel to his groin and expanded into a delta of curly, short-cropped hair that didn't give much indication of regular maintenance.

His cock had length and girth to spare. It jutted upward and just slightly to the right. He was circumcised, and the heavy looking purple head gleamed with wetness. He wrapped his left hand around it, stroking slowly as he watched Harm undress hungrily. He waited for the other man to comply, working his shaft at a deliberate pace.