It was exactly like Vince to interrupt his revelation with an inane question, but it was probably best to indulge him. He couldn't help himself, the poor thing.
"What is it, little man?" He breathed, letting his eyes drift open to see an electrical monstrosity poised and ready to snatch his life itno its horribly, glowing abyss. The one vince had gleefully led him to.
"Howard, I haven't-" "You nearly killed me!" Vince's arms tightened around Howard as he ground his now very erect cock up against Howard, moaning quietly into his ear. "And you've got so much to give, right?" Howard growled, gripping the counter to steel himself. "You bitch." Vince just chuckled, nuzzling the underside of Howard's jaw. "You think this is funny, do you?"
Howard pried Vince's hands away from his waist, digging his short, practical fingernails into his wrists. Vince had stopped moving now. Howard felt his breath hitting hi neck in little pants as he dragged his right hand over the counter and brought it up to hover right above the knife handle. "Not laughing anymore, are you now?"
There was a very long moment where Vince did nothing but stand there breathing on Howard, his fingers twitching from time to time. Howard cleared his throat. "What if I were to be so careless with your life? Would you like that?" "Yeah..." "What if I were to push you headfirst into an electical inferno?" Vince was rutting him again, whining. "I'd like to see you laugh in the face of hazard after that!" "Howard..." "Yes sir, that would make you take the Public Safety Bureau a little more seriously." "Howard, just do it already." "Right..." He swallowed, slowly brought Vince's hand down onto the knife and held it there.
Vince groaned, biting into Howard's shoulder. He was pressed close enough for Howard to feel every bit of his violent shuddering. He was becoming vaguely aware of a wet patch on the back of his trousers that hadn't been there before, but he couldn't bring himself to be too bothered about it. Before long, Vince went limp, wrapping his arms around Howard again and sighing contentedly.
"I think my heart might have stopped." Howard's eyes snapped open. He spun around and held Vince at arm's length. "Shit! Are you alright?" "Yeah. I was just using a metabolism." "A metaphor?" "That's it!" He stared at Vince for a moment. He was beaming, looking far too happy for someone who had just been suspected of going through cardiac arrest. Howard exhaled, shaking his head before pulling Vince into a hug. "Never, ever use that metaphor under these circumstances again." "Does that mean we can do this again?" "Of course not." Well, definitely not with the toaster. He wasn't going to be taking any more chances with his life. And he certainly couldn't give the press any opportunities to besmirch his artistic ventures with stories about a fatal sexual escapade with a toaster. But there might be a way for them to do this again without getting themselves killed or defiling any more kitchen appliances.
"What is it, little man?" He breathed, letting his eyes drift open to see an electrical monstrosity poised and ready to snatch his life itno its horribly, glowing abyss. The one vince had gleefully led him to.
"Howard, I haven't-"
"You nearly killed me!"
Vince's arms tightened around Howard as he ground his now very erect cock up against Howard, moaning quietly into his ear. "And you've got so much to give, right?"
Howard growled, gripping the counter to steel himself.
"You bitch."
Vince just chuckled, nuzzling the underside of Howard's jaw.
"You think this is funny, do you?"
Howard pried Vince's hands away from his waist, digging his short, practical fingernails into his wrists. Vince had stopped moving now. Howard felt his breath hitting hi neck in little pants as he dragged his right hand over the counter and brought it up to hover right above the knife handle. "Not laughing anymore, are you now?"
There was a very long moment where Vince did nothing but stand there breathing on Howard, his fingers twitching from time to time. Howard cleared his throat.
"What if I were to be so careless with your life? Would you like that?"
"Yeah..."
"What if I were to push you headfirst into an electical inferno?"
Vince was rutting him again, whining.
"I'd like to see you laugh in the face of hazard after that!"
"Howard..."
"Yes sir, that would make you take the Public Safety Bureau a little more seriously."
"Howard, just do it already."
"Right..." He swallowed, slowly brought Vince's hand down onto the knife and held it there.
Vince groaned, biting into Howard's shoulder. He was pressed close enough for Howard to feel every bit of his violent shuddering. He was becoming vaguely aware of a wet patch on the back of his trousers that hadn't been there before, but he couldn't bring himself to be too bothered about it. Before long, Vince went limp, wrapping his arms around Howard again and sighing contentedly.
"I think my heart might have stopped."
Howard's eyes snapped open. He spun around and held Vince at arm's length.
"Shit! Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I was just using a metabolism."
"A metaphor?"
"That's it!"
He stared at Vince for a moment. He was beaming, looking far too happy for someone who had just been suspected of going through cardiac arrest. Howard exhaled, shaking his head before pulling Vince into a hug.
"Never, ever use that metaphor under these circumstances again."
"Does that mean we can do this again?"
"Of course not." Well, definitely not with the toaster. He wasn't going to be taking any more chances with his life. And he certainly couldn't give the press any opportunities to besmirch his artistic ventures with stories about a fatal sexual escapade with a toaster. But there might be a way for them to do this again without getting themselves killed or defiling any more kitchen appliances.
He'd have to do some research later.
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I rather enjoyed writing electrosex. :)
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