Game On

[Existentially Odd]

Harm rushed back to his apartment in a harried manner, heavy cloth bags hooked over both forearms, juggling their weight so he could get his keys out of his pocket. The door banged open because the knob escaped his grasp but he ignored it in favour of hopping towards the nearby bench, one leg extended behind him to kick the door closed. He dumped the bags with a sigh of relief and withdrew his arms, putting his keys back on the hook on the fridge.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, his mouth shifting into a disapproving line as he saw it was ten to two. Ten minutes until Tobi would arrive. Maybe he'd be late. But what if he was early? Stress tightened his shoulders because he hadn't meant to be out as long as he had. Tobi hadn't even cared about snacks, he'd told Harm not to worry but the host in him (burnt into his soul by his socially-minded mother) hadn't been able to help himself. Someone was coming over to his house to play and he was excited!

Probably a bit too excited, considering the amount of food he'd bought: potato chips, a platter of vegetable sticks, dips, cold bottles of soft drink, the makings of hot dogs and a container of hot wings from a nearby bar (the last thing he'd picked up, so they'd stay hot in their tin foil container), but he hadn't been able to help himself. Biting his lower lip, he surveyed his bounty, calculating what he'd start with and what he'd store. Vegetable platter, dips and wings first he decided, starting to put everything else away so that he could get the first snacks to the coffee table in preparation.

He glanced around as he transferred things from bags to bench, wondering if Trick was back from the gym yet. He wasn't in the open living/kitchen area. The thought that he might already be there (in the bedroom or bathroom), having used his key to get in before Harm got back, sent a happy thrill through him but didn't distract him from his task. Time wasn't on his side.

[Pocky]

Trick stepped out of Harm's shower drying his hair, the towel whipping and snapping about his ears as he gave his head a rapid rub. He'd heard someone coming in and the noises that followed were certainly grocery noises, plastic bags rustling loud enough for him to hear it clearly. He concentrated on drying himself; cheating with his talent didn't work very well. Either he didn't have the right technique or it would always be faster with a towel. He was done in two minutes.

His gym bag containing clean clothes had been left in Harm's bathroom. Naked, he peered out of the tiled room. There wasn't any talking and he couldn't directly see Harm either, just heard the rustling of him putting stuff away into kitchen cabinets.

"Hey, babes," he greeted, taking two more steps so he was standing in the doorway. He gave Harm a broad smile, allowing his boyfriend to get an eyeful. "I let myself in to use your shower." His confident aura was challenged by the duck of his head and shrug he gave after admitting this fact.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm straightened up from loading the fridge and spun towards Trick's voice, barely acknowledging the thunk of the door closing behind him. His smile of joy transformed into an expression of pure wonder as he spied Trick's state of undress on the other side of the kitchen counter. He stepped around the end of it, resenting its partial obstruction of the delectable view, his feet drawing him magnetically towards his fine-looking boyfriend.

The closer he got, the more his face brightened until it made the countenances of children set loose in a candy store - with a fistful of cash and no adult supervision - look like those of funeral goers by comparison. His body wasted no time in reacting to all of Trick's assets on display, tingling with anticipation and disbelief that he had the sole pleasure of being able to walk up and touch the curves and hollows of taut muscles, oblique planes of tanned flesh and sinewy bridges in front of him. Mine, something unusually possessive and violent exulted as he reached the nymph.

One set of fingertips trailed over the bumps and valleys of perfect abdominals while the other lifted to run from a toned shoulder down to his wrist, intertwining with fingers reverently. He didn't have the time to fool around with Trick, his favourite new toy, but that didn't make him any more resistible, either.

"That's why I gave you the key. So you could come in here and use anything you wanted, whenever you wanted," he told Trick huskily, giving him a heated look as he pressed his lips to his collarbone, dropping kisses along it in between his words. "Fuck you're beautiful... how was your workout? You feel incredible... I'll give you a massage later... if you like... gods know, I'll take any excuse to put hands on you."

He lightly bit Trick's shoulder when he got there, his teeth scraping the divine flesh gently while his tongue prodded and lapped. He knew he needed to let Trick go get dressed before Tobi arrived but he was considering taking off his own clothes instead. How fast could they be? Not fast enough. He groaned, knowing it was a stupid idea, all while considering just how quickly he could get naked. He was wearing loose black basketball shorts and a jersey he'd bought not because he cared to support the team but because its turquoise colour matched his eyes and the lightweight fabric kept him cool. Practicality and vanity in one outfit. It could be gone in seconds and then the real fun could begin.

[Pocky]

Trick smiled widely when Harm approached, his eyes glistening with enthusiasm and excitement when he was touched. Small bumps broke out like a rash on his arms and legs when Harm's teeth incited a shiver. His dick began to enlarge and harden, a tingling in his balls accompanying the ache that signalled his horniness.

"I could workout a little more," Trick said before he licked his lips and planted kisses on Harm's ear, on his temple or forehead, wherever it was he could reach. His fingers tangled themselves into Harm's hair and he clutched at it, tipping Harm's head backwards before slowly running his tongue across Harm's lower lip. He was fully engorged now, a dull ache of need between his legs.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm shivered and whimpered as Trick nibbled at his ear, his skilful lips having such an effect that that half of Harm's head and neck seized up in a cramp, his skin pinching and shooting with pulses that made him shudder and squirm. He moaned helplessly as his head was grabbed, the crawling goosebumps racing across his scalp as Trick's hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place.

His hand dropped to encircle Trick's cock, thumb and fingers pressed firmly against the base, palm and heel sliding along the shaft to rub over the head. He stuck his tongue out to meet Trick's, prodding and licking at it in mid-air, the action daring and erotic enough to drag a moan from him. The fact his head was held made him feel sinfully helpless and twice as turned on.

"Tobi'll be here in, like, eight minutes," he panted, his eyelids drooping with lust and his left hand pinching and kneading Trick's waist while his right milked him. "I don't think we can be fast enough."

It pained Harm to say it. He was hard and throbbing and calculating just how ready he was, how much it'd hurt if they rushed, how Trick's stamina would undermine them. The thoughts thrilled him, regardless of potential discomfort; Trick bending him over and filling him had him aching, even though his words were so rational. He growled and tried to capture Trick's elusive mouth in a kiss.

[Pocky]

"Fuck," Trick whispered, then laughed on his breath. "What if he's late?"

His actions defied his words for Trick released his grip on Harm's hair and pressed his palm flat to it instead, cupping Harm's head and holding it against his shoulder. Trick's eyes closed and he jutted out his jaw, taking a long, slow breath through his nose before blowing it steadily out of his mouth.

"Just our hands then," he suggested, dropping his hold to Harm's hand so he could step away and pull him through to the bedroom.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm giggled but allowed himself to be pulled into the bedroom, even though he knew it would only lead to trouble.

"Fuck. It's not bad enough you have me as horny as a teenager, now we're regressing back to that? Sneaky hand jobs and-" his words trailed away, nonsensical and irrelevant as they reached the bed.

Harm yanked his jersey hastily over his head while he toed his shoes off and kicked them away.  Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and underwear, they were swiftly pushed down to his ankles, ready to step out of so he could fall onto the bed with Trick in a tangle of limbs.

It was a terrible idea but he wasn't backing away. He really hoped Tobi had trouble finding the place.

[Pocky]

Trick pumped lube onto the palm of his hand from the bottle of lube on Harm's bedside table. Two long squirts had too much for him to deal with and he turned to see Harm had already taken care of his clothes. He held his palm out.

"Scoop," he said. Once Harm had some lube to use, Trick rubbed his palms together to make them slick. In less than a minute he'd reached down with both hands and pulled on Harm's erection hand over hand then cupped his hands into a loose sphere to stroke back and forth, tightening his fingers gradually.

Trick awkwardly knelt a leg on the bed, ready to fall onto his side facing Harm but first there was a kiss between them, difficult to perform as he gasped for breath once touched.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm did as instructed, swiping lube up with his right hand only; his left hand he wanted clean. The kiss was needy and electric, lighting him up and causing a delicious tension across every muscle group in his body. Trick's hands on his cock had him moaning into his mouth and his breath catching.

They lay on their sides with unexpected care and Harm stroked Trick in a gentle, repeated corkscrew, not applying too much pressure as he spread the lube along him. He ran his thumb over Trick's head, collecting precum and adding it to the slippery pole as his hand swirled its way back down to his base. His left arm lifted so that he could hold Trick's face while he kissed him, their tongues stabbing into each other's mouths, breathing ragged.  Feeling the fire coiling in his belly, Harm worked his hand into Trick's hair, grasping a chunk in his fist and twisting to hold him in place.

"You're so fucking hot, Prince," he panted, his legs winding around Trick's to squeeze them, everything feeling liquid and wild. He bucked his hips, needing to thrust into Trick's hands, the build rising. He ached to have him fill him up but had to content himself with milking the object of his desire, beginning to apply more pressure, getting the heel of his hand under the ridge of Trick's cock, finding an angle where he could pump faster. His thumb circled his tip every few times his hand whipped up it, squeezing and twisting.

"Fuck, you're... I'm... " Harm ground out, his thrusting becoming erratic as the thrill of thinking they'd get caught and the insane deliciousness that was Trick pressed against him and pumping his cock began to take its toll. He had to concentrate really hard on what his own hand was doing so that he didn't let Trick's pleasure falter.

[Pocky]

Trick didn't swap out his motions, instead keeping his cupped hands around Harm's dick, squeezing tightly and pumping back and forth. He lay in a way that his arm wasn't squashed beneath him though most of his work was in his wrists. Consistency was key as he worked Harm to his peak. His breathing wasn't as ragged as Harm's but his teeth clamped together and lips drawn back.

Eyebrows rose and he mimicked Harm's O face, catching cum in his cupped hands but not very well. He held as much as he could and relaxed into Harm's twisting grip, eyes lifting to Harm's face. He opened his mouth and closed it again, along with his eyes. A moment passed. Eyes opened once more.

"Stop twisting, just... constant," he said before biting his lower lip. His hands remained balled between them.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm felt drugged, lost in the sharp sweetness of an unexpectedly powerful orgasm. Trick's voice gave him the focus he needed. He let go of Trick's hair in favour of lifting himself onto his elbow to get a better angle with his other hand, ensuring he was following Trick's instruction. He looked at his boyfriend's face, finding his intense expression delicious, the way he bit his lip sexy as fuck.

He augmented his newly-steady, rapid strokes by leaning forward and sucking on Trick's throat. He kissed his way up to his ear, drawing the lobe between his lips and sucking on it briefly. "Cum for me, Prince," he whispered huskily before pulling back slightly to watch Trick's response to his challenge. His hand was a blur when he glanced down at it but it couldn't hold his attention away from Trick's expression for long. He was ridiculously sexy like this.

[Pocky]

Trick grunted and gasped, his body twitching as small pulses preceded his orgasm. He could feel it building and tightening. His hands were effectively tied by the need to keep them cupped together.

"Almost... almost... almost," he said, his voice tensing on the last word as finally his body surrendered and he gushed, twitching and spasming with his whole body because of the force of it. He shivered when Harm continued stroking him until he was done. "Fuck," he panted.

Trick laughed but sobered straight away when he looked at Harm. With dazed eyes he moved his head forward to try and kiss him.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm was practically startled out of his starry admiration of Trick's flushed skin and expressive face when his lips loomed closer. He mashed his lips against Trick's and revelled in the fierce, sensual passion of the kiss, forced to hold his hands in careful positions too. His heart was still pounding, the rapidity and sexiness of their session causing excited flutters to continue racing through his veins.

Remembering that they were on borrowed time, Harm reluctantly broke the kiss and looked downward as he began to disentangle his electrified body from Trick's. Spying a few tell-tale globs of cum that he'd allowed to get away from his hands and land on Trick's abs, Harm twisted and contorted himself and licked them off. "And you just had a shower, too," he admonished himself with a pout, his voice raspy from all the heavy breathing and moaning he'd done.

He set about cleaning Trick up with his tongue swiftly and with obvious enthusiasm for his craft.

[Pocky]

Trick laughed again, the dazed quality in his eyes hadn't quite gone away. The smell of sex filled the room, creating a musky and obvious odour. It clung to them even as Harm licked Trick like a friendly feline.

"My showering is what got us in here in the first place," he said with a grin. He twitched, spasmed and giggled because of Harm's licking tongue. "We should both rinse off so your friend isn't trapped between our sex smells."

He shuffled closer to the edge and rolled onto his back to sit up, taking his prize with him in his cupped hands.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm delighted in Trick's squirming, his licking relenting only when Tobi was mentioned. "My friend," he scoffed, climbing carefully off the bed after his boyfriend. "More like your fanboy! He'd probably smell us and ask if you took any photos of it," he snorted.

The view of Trick's tight ass clenching sinuously ahead of him as he walked made Harm appreciate that he was following him into the bathroom, even if there wasn't enough room for them to be at the tiny skink together once they got there. Harm stood close by, watching Trick avidly. "So, should I get in the shower, or...?" he hinted, his blue-green eyes flashing with afterglow and excitement.

He never knew what sort of creative things Trick would do with water and getting under the nozzle to rinse off their sticky, lube-smeared bodies sounded so mundane. If Trick was going to save himself the hassle of getting straight back in the water by using his talent, Harm wanted in on that action, too. He loved watching Trick use his powers.