Favourite Things

[Existentially Odd]

Harm's licking journey had reached Trick's throat by now, his chest well and truly tasted. "Sounds delicious," he murmured, repositioning himself so that he was straddling Trick's hips. He nuzzled his way towards his ear. "What's the second one?"

[Pocky]

Trick's hands began sliding over Harm's neck, shoulders and back now that he was close, moving firmly down his sides while he answered.

"You'll find out eventually. I'll say it when we do it," he said, grinning.

Because Harm was straddling him, Trick removed one of his exploring hands and braced it beside him to help him sit up with Harm still atop him. Harm wasn't all that heavy and once Trick had him kneeling upon him--Trick's own legs extended out, slightly angled--there was a delicious weight to having him on his lap, close to the position he'd just described. It made grabbing and squeezing Harm's ass a lot easier, and Trick attempted to capture the blond nurse's mouth with his.

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Harm growled low in his throat as Trick dodged his question, biting his earlobe gently in punishment. "Tease," he accused, his tough demeanour completely undermined when he giggled as he was repositioned.

"Who said I was done licking you?" he panted but it was clearly rhetorical because he didn't argue once Trick's mouth was near his. He wrapped his arms about Trick's shoulders, anchoring them with his elbows while one hand caressed his back and the other sent fingers tangling in Trick's hair.

The kiss was wet and hungry, yet sensual. The kind Harm could get lost in for hours - except Trick's hands shaping his ass were sending bursts of desire straight to his groin, causing his hips to buck and grind wantonly against Trick's stomach. He curled his back, pressing downward as well, hoping to feel Trick's cock brush against him.

He gave up and moved off his knees instead, sliding one leg out and around Trick's ass at a time, until he was wrapped around the larger, more muscular man like a koala, ankles locked together, heels pressed against his ass. The kiss deepened and became everything.

[Pocky]

Trick growled and sighed into the kiss, eventually breaking it to turn his head and look for how far away the bedside table was. It wasn't that far but it looked out of his reach.

"You should've put that stuff on the bed. Can you reach it? I'll lie back," Trick said, rolling a little sideways by accident as well as backwards because of where Harm's feet were. Harm would be able to grab the items. "Get them all closer," he panted before rolling them back up to how they were before.

Once they were back in their original position he giggled. "So smooth."

[Existentially Odd]

At first, Harm blinked and looked at his bedside table quizzically, then realised what he was supposed to do. His leg got smushed under Trick first - which made him snicker - then he got hoisted northward slightly - which made him laugh - and then he reached over Trick, giving him a good view of his armpit - which struck him as ridiculous and prompted a fit of giggles as he finally snagged the collection of condoms and lube and brought them back with him.

By the time they were back in position, he was having difficulty quelling his laughing fit, particularly when he snorted. He laughed louder, though tried to stop himself by pressing his lips together and making a high-pitched whining noise as he blinked at Trick, tears in his eyes. He nodded at the 'So smooth' comment, daring to add his own assessment after a few breaths pulled in through his nose.

"Well-oiled machine," he agreed but burst out laughing again because the lube was still in his hand and nothing was oiled at all, yet. His eyes danced with mirth as he cradled his prizes gently between them but collapsed weakly against Trick's mouth in an attempt to smother his amusement in more kisses.

[Pocky]

Trick giggled along with Harm but the kisses were a good distraction. At first he snickered into them and the kisses broke from time to time as Harm hiccuped a giggle but then the kisses grew heated and the rubbing became erotic as their shafts rubbed against one another in a frustrating but satisfying way--like an itchy spot being scratched every now and then.

Trick's giggles were gone by the time he grabbed a condom packet. Nimble fingers tore it open and he flicked the packet away for it to land onto the floor, the prophelactic in his hand. Looking down between himself and Harm, he rolled it onto himself, getting it started before urging Harm to take over rolling it down. While that was going on he grabbed the lube. More came out of the bottle than he needed but he worked his hand between them, slickening them both enough that the stuff coated their lower abdomens. He didn't need to put more on his hands because his fingers were dripping with it even as he reached around and slid his fingers along the crease of Harm's buttocks. While he kissed Harm, he pressed gently against his hole and inserted the tip of his finger. He kept his penetration there, to that minimum, entering and exiting to tease Harm before removing his hand altogether and coming back for more lube, intending to get it directly from both of their staffs as they rocked and ground against one another.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm decided there was nothing in all the worlds better than a lover he could laugh with. His heart soared, his veins flooded with joy and lust and adoration as they laughed and kissed and sighed. It was the first moment he consciously felt himself falling deeper under Trick's spell, which terrified him - but he was also helpless to stop himself. Trick was wonderful and he was everything; his now, his tomorrow and his next few months. They were crazy but it was breathtaking.

The humour amplified the sensuality. Everywhere their bodies contacted was alive with delicious sensations, making Harm want to grab and squeeze and thrust harder. When Trick rolled a condom on he was happy to finish the job. He giggled when the lube seemed to get everywhere but it made things delightfully slippery. Trick's touch was mind-blowing as it stroked his cock and then played in his hole. He broke the kiss to gasp, momentarily tilting his head back as he focussed on the sensation of Trick's digit inside him, squeezing it and breathing more heavily as he tried to coax it deeper in.

When his mouth returned to Trick's this time, Harm's hands framed his face in order to hold him in place. The nymph collected more lube, his touch on Harm's shaft causing him to buck and writhe as his head undulated back and forth, devouring Trick's lips. He didn't kiss quite the same way; this time he hunted Trick's tongue out of his mouth, circling it with his own before pressing his lips around its base. With deliberate, sensual precision, his head began to move in and out as he sucked gently on Trick's tongue. His fingers slid down to cup Trick's jaw, thumbs on his chin to steady him as Harm moaned and mimicked the act he'd performed on Trick's cock earlier. His noises became wanton and higher-pitched, his head tipping back and forth to be sure he adored every single taste bud on Trick's tongue with his false fellatio.

[Pocky]

Trick tipped his head back, his tongue returning to the security of his mouth. He puffed short laughter. "S'weird," he said, then returned his mouth to Harm's for some more traditional kissing while his finger moved deeper. He wriggled it around, smiling into the kiss whenever it grew erratic because of what he was doing to Harm, or giving Harm a heated look if the kiss broke.

It was awkward with just one finger and soon he was pressing two inside, rocking his hand until he adjusted himself, slightly leaning to one side so he could push those fingers in deep. He could feel the difference of soft and hard inside Harm's body and he massaged that place, quietening any cries Harm might've made by pressing his mouth over his, kissing them away.

When his fingers no longer felt as constricted, Trick pulled his mouth back. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his fingers still circling and scissoring, thrusting back and forth, massaging some more, not letting up.

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Harm was philosophical about Trick's pronouncement that his tongue sucking was weird, shrugging slightly and grinning in response. His breathy laugh was swallowed up in kisses of many shades that bloomed organically as Trick started playing his body in earnest. Harm's hands slid through his hair and down his neck, his arms wrapping around Trick's shoulders as everything in him focussed on those fingers. Eyes closed, he gasped, moaned and whimpered as he was stretched relentlessly, hanging onto Trick in an effort to keep him grounded on the Earth.

It felt like he was floating in the stars. Behind his eyelids there was darkness and pleasure, ebbing and flowing like the waves in a sensory deprivation tank, rising and falling all over his skin.

When he was asked if he was ready for Trick, he opened his eyes lethargically, feeling like a diver emerging from the depths of the ocean. His smile was adoring. "Definitely," he agreed, lifting himself and shifting according to Trick's guidance. The penetration was sweet and tantalising at first and then mildly uncomfortable as he lowered himself slowly downward. He gasped and lifted himself slightly, staring into Trick's amazing eyes, tensing and relaxing as he rocked and tilted his hips, his mouth opening and then opening wider as the sensations intensified and retreated accordingly.

Once Trick was buried fully inside him, he sighed, his voice a keening quaver of delight as he grinned and grabbed his face to kiss him passionately. He pulled back after a few heavy passes of tongue on tongue, squeezing his thighs to angle himself. Trick obviously knew what he was trying to do and began helping him move up and down his shaft. The pace was dictated by Trick but Harm had some influence, tightening and relaxing as the waves of pleasure dictated, rising and falling in time with Trick's whim.

"I think... " he panted, swallowing the saliva gathering in his mouth as his body thrummed and sang with electricity, zinging wildly through him every time Trick's rod brushed the bundle of nerves buried inside him, "your favourite position... is better than mine." His breath quivered out of him and he grinned as he looked deep into Trick's eyes. The heat of that connection burnt into him, filling his chest and disrupting the rhythm of his heart with an overpowering sense of reckless abandon. He was anchored in Trick but it made him feel free in a way no-one ever had.

[Pocky]

"Hits all the good places," Trick said, gazing at Harm with a smile. Because Harm was shorter and sitting on Trick's lap, they were almost eye to eye in this position. It made kissing easy so there were lots of them. Trick's hands slid up and down Harm's back, sometimes helping him move with a lift at his buttocks or waist, or just hugging him while they slowly rocked, shifting gently and changing the angle rather than building up lots of friction. It was intimate.

"Let me know..." Trick said into Harm's ear before he sucked on the lobe, "when you want me to..." he continued before working his way down Harm's neck in nibbles, "fuck you hard."

[Existentially Odd]

Harm giggled and shivered as the attention at his ear and neck rippled through him; part tickle, part stimulation. "Mmm, maybe never," he whispered, thoroughly enamoured with the ability to hug and kiss and nip and fuck all at the same time. It fed the lonely, needy creature inside him that had been yearning for a real connection for the last year plus, filling up his bucket in ways that went well beyond sex.

Of course, he soon realised what a lie that was. As wonderful as staring into Trick's eyes and gently riding him was, he inevitably began to crave more. Trick could no doubt predict it from the way he grew impatient on his lap, moving faster, squeezing tighter, kissing harder, whimpering his frustration louder; but he said it anyway.

After a particularly hungry kiss, he pulled back and stared needily at his partner. "Now," he ordered, his hands gripping Trick's shoulders and his thumbs tracing his collarbones and throat restlessly. He tilted his hips and pressed downward demandingly to reinforce his desire to be taken harder.

[Pocky]

"Okay, stop squirming and hold on tight," Trick said with a soft laugh. He shifted his legs, moving them into a position where he could kneel. Holding Harm's butt so he wouldn't slip out, Trick moved him up slightly before laying him down on the bed, moving atop him.

At first they kissed as Trick squirmed into a more comfortable position, then he knelt up and wrapped his arms around Harm's thighs, angling his lower half upward slightly. Once he felt like he could move with full control, Trick began thrusting slowly, finding the limits of their movement and what brought the best results. With a grin and looking down at Harm before him, Trick increased the pace until he was ramming himself into Harm's body at a steady rhythm.

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The changing positions eased the urgency but their connection remained throughout. Harm smiled and sighed, luxuriating in Trick's attentions, his limbs roving the powerful body pressed so deliciously inside him. Harm was slippery, a sheen of sweat coating him as his heart and lungs powered his body, attempting to cool him off - to no avail. It felt like every pore was open and his blood was alive as it rushed around his body, heating his skin. Trick didn't seem to have any difficulty in holding onto him.

When he was finally angled properly, everything moved up another notch. Harm knew there was colour in his cheeks and chest - his entire body felt like it was radiating heat, after all - but he didn't think he would look anywhere near as lovely as Trick did right then, with his muscles contracting and rippling as he pumped into him. His colour was rosy, too, his blue eyes compelling, holding Harm's stare.

"Yes," he encouraged grittily, arching his back and running hands over his face and through his own hair before his shoulder blades dropped back onto the mattress and he looked at Trick again. Two fingers from his left hand pushed and tugged at his kiss-swollen lips while his right dropped to his cock. "Fuck me," he sighed, gripping Trick's waist with his legs while he began licking and biting at his fingers and stroked himself.

The build was steady and irrevocable. Harm surrendered to it. At first, he made small sounds and made eye contact with Trick, writhing and arching indulgently. As the pleasure increased, however, he lost himself in the passion, whimpering, grunting and moaning his encouragement, his volume also rising. His left hand moved around his body, leaving his mouth to tweak nipples, caress his abdomen, hold Trick's forearm. He was like padded steel. Delicious.

Towards the end, Harm was willingly swallowed whole. He slid into Trick as an extension of his own body, exulting in the pleasure pounding through him. He cried out with every thrust, closing his eyes and writhing as his hand sped up, pumping faster while his every muscle flexed and squeezed.  It became frantic and glorious and then it exploded through him like fireworks, covering him with spurts of his own cum as he eked out every last breath of climax.

It was even sweeter than the one on the cliff top. His grin was stupid with happiness and satisfaction as he looked at Trick.

[Pocky]

Trick gazed down at Harm before him, enjoying the view as he pumped and thrust. His eyes remained fixed on the show of Harm's fingers in his mouth before they travelled downward to watch Harm's other hand slide up and down his pole. Trick closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, keeping the rhythm steady. Eventually, when Harm got louder, Trick's eyes opened again and he watched as the blond man beneath him grew more frantic. He breathed grunts as muscles spasmed around his cock and drew out his own orgasm, pumping his seed into the latex sleeve.

Trick collapsed forwards but caught himself on his hands--trembling from the exertion and the lingering effects of orgasm--before lowering himself to capture Harm's mouth in more kisses. The slickness of lube and cum could be felt between their bodies as they pressed together once more and Trick pulled away, reaching down with a hand so his fingers could hold the rubber in place while he withdrew.

He reversed off Harm's body and back onto his knees, looking down at his task and knotting it, pinching it by the knot before he glanced back over at Harm and his serious, focussed expression softened into a smile.

[Existentially Odd]

The kisses made him smile - they were slightly erratic because he was struggling to catch his breath but he delighted in the contact anyway. It was very... caring. Something he was unused to (but would welcome as routine wholeheartedly). He bit his lip and blushed, mildly overwhelmed but thoroughly chuffed by the attention, watching as Trick backed away. His brain finally fired with realisation as he watched him fiddling with the rubber.

Harm rolled sideways and dangled off the edge of the bed to collect the little bin he kept beside his bedside drawers. It had a plastic liner in it. He also grabbed his underwear from out of his jeans as he hauled himself back up. "Here," he said to get Trick's attention, resting the bin on his thigh so he could drop the condom in. He swiftly wiped his abdomen clear with his underwear then offered that to Trick, too.

"We'll shower soon," he sighed as explanation for cleaning off their stickiness, depositing the bin on the carpet then rolling back onto his side, wanting to lay with Trick and bask for a few minutes. "I just... not yet," he giggled, waving a dismissive hand that became a reaching one as he attempted to gather Trick close so he could curl against him. "I just wanna be with you for a bit," he sighed again.