Tom/Harry - Vanilla, with hints of the other two Part TwochaosandwhimOctober 15 2011, 00:03:51 UTC
Without a word, Tom scooped Harry up bridal-style and carried him into the kitchen. Harry pressed fleeting little kissing up his jaw the entire time, and several times the older man nearly dropped him. It was both a relief and painful to drop Harry down on the table. “Undress me.”
Harry went to work at once, pulling off the already loose tie before slender fingers deftly began undoing the button to his shirt, starting at the top. With each bit of skin revealed, he kissed or licked or bit at the skin, creating a sensitized stripe down Tom’s chest. Once it was fully opened, Harry slipped it off gently, folding it in one move movement before draping it over a chair. Next he slipped off the table and knelt on the floor as Tom sat down in his place, lifting his feet off the floor.
Careful of the expensive shoes, Harry slowly untied the laces and slipped them off, followed shortly by the socks. Once the feet were bare, the younger man traced his fingers over the veins and tendons, as though memorizing their feel and placement. Once the man’s toes began to clench, he began to rub, and leaned forward to scrape his teeth lightly over the Achilles’ heels, one after the other. One long shudder went through Tom, and Harry smiled, looking just shy of smug.
Satisfied, Harry travelled up the legs to the fly of the pants. Positioning himself so he was breathing out over the bulge, he slowly undid the buttons and slid them and the boxers down, careful of the erection.
Once the man was fully naked, he stayed there, still kneeling and staring up at him, waiting.
“And now yourself,” Tom nodded, corners of his mouth tugged upward. “But leave the apron.
It took much less time for Harry to slip out of his own clothes - and how he managed to get the blouse out without undoing the apron strings mystified Tom. When he got to the shorts, he pulled them down slowly, spinning just slightly to the side so that the dangling ruffled fabric couldn’t block his view.
He had been going commando. This whole time.
With a low growl, Tom grabbed Harry by the waist and flipped them so that Harry was sitting on the table, legs spread with only white fabric to cover him, with Tom towering over him, eyes slightly luminous. His heart was pounding in his chest, and every inch of him screamed to take the boy now. Harry, on the other hand, looked mostly unruffled, despite the color to his cheeks and the hard cock creating a tent in the fabric.
And that jut would not do.
With one hand, Tom pushed the fabric up until all of Harry was bared to his view. With the other he pushed the boy down, pinning him to the table. Those vivid eyes stared up at him, glazed with lust rather than distance, and the slender chest rose and fell at a faster clip. That was more like it.
Leaning forward, he breathed onto Harry’s ear, enjoying the full body shiver that provoked, before whispering darkly. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Harry responded instantly, fingers curling up in a futile search for purchase. “Yes I do.”
Tom’s body ached for him to take the boy here and now, but he held back. He would not be the one to break. “Then beg.”
Re: Tom/Harry - Vanilla, with hints of the other two Part ThreechaosandwhimOctober 15 2011, 00:05:37 UTC
And Harry did. “Please, please, please!” He whimpered, squirming. “I need you. Please, Tom, I can’t - I need you to fuck me. Please!” The long was a low, drawn out whimper, and it was what pushed the larger man over the edge.
With a desperate swipe for the lube they kept on the unused chair, he hurriedly prepared Harry, the whimpers and pleading increasing in speed but lowering in volume as he pressed in each finger. Once he was a mewling mess, Tom gave his own cock a quick once-over before lining up and plunging in.
Harry howled, hands coming up to wrap around Tom’s neck, and hips jerking as they tried to find friction. The apron slid to one side, rubbing against both Harry’s erection and the point where they were connected.
“Please! Oh, Tom, yes, thankyouthankyou, please more, need it need you-“ Tom smirked down at Harry, before he thrust in just so. “OH! Oh, T-Master! Master, please! Need yesthat yesyesyes!”
With one last frantic thrust, Harry unloaded himself between them, coating Tom’s stomach and staining the ruffled fabric. The sight, the feel, the sounds, mixed with the way Harry’s inner walls clenched tight, send Tom right after.
Tom collapsed on top of Harry, and the boy gave an instinctual buck, knocking them both off the table and sending them into a messy tangle of limps on the kitchen floor.
“Gunna need a new apron.” Harry muttered quietly, apparently not bothered by the new position. Instead he snuggled into Tom’s side, pressing his face into the man’s neck.
Deciding this was fine for now, Tom wrapped his arms around his boy, enjoying the warmth. “If you’d like.”
As he drifted off, in the space of a heartbeat, Tom wondered which one of them was really in charge here.
Re: Tom/Harry - Vanilla, with hints of the other two Part Threesetos_puppyOctober 15 2011, 00:18:46 UTC
SCREECHING AND FLAILING AND DOLPHIN NOISES AND I LOVE YOU AND FUCKING WOULD GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN IF I WAS ABLE AND JESUS CHRIST YES TIMES A BILLION AND YOU ARE AMAZING.
*deep breath*
*shoots rainbows of sparkly love at you from eyes*
Harry went to work at once, pulling off the already loose tie before slender fingers deftly began undoing the button to his shirt, starting at the top. With each bit of skin revealed, he kissed or licked or bit at the skin, creating a sensitized stripe down Tom’s chest. Once it was fully opened, Harry slipped it off gently, folding it in one move movement before draping it over a chair. Next he slipped off the table and knelt on the floor as Tom sat down in his place, lifting his feet off the floor.
Careful of the expensive shoes, Harry slowly untied the laces and slipped them off, followed shortly by the socks. Once the feet were bare, the younger man traced his fingers over the veins and tendons, as though memorizing their feel and placement. Once the man’s toes began to clench, he began to rub, and leaned forward to scrape his teeth lightly over the Achilles’ heels, one after the other. One long shudder went through Tom, and Harry smiled, looking just shy of smug.
Satisfied, Harry travelled up the legs to the fly of the pants. Positioning himself so he was breathing out over the bulge, he slowly undid the buttons and slid them and the boxers down, careful of the erection.
Once the man was fully naked, he stayed there, still kneeling and staring up at him, waiting.
“And now yourself,” Tom nodded, corners of his mouth tugged upward. “But leave the apron.
It took much less time for Harry to slip out of his own clothes - and how he managed to get the blouse out without undoing the apron strings mystified Tom. When he got to the shorts, he pulled them down slowly, spinning just slightly to the side so that the dangling ruffled fabric couldn’t block his view.
He had been going commando. This whole time.
With a low growl, Tom grabbed Harry by the waist and flipped them so that Harry was sitting on the table, legs spread with only white fabric to cover him, with Tom towering over him, eyes slightly luminous. His heart was pounding in his chest, and every inch of him screamed to take the boy now. Harry, on the other hand, looked mostly unruffled, despite the color to his cheeks and the hard cock creating a tent in the fabric.
And that jut would not do.
With one hand, Tom pushed the fabric up until all of Harry was bared to his view. With the other he pushed the boy down, pinning him to the table. Those vivid eyes stared up at him, glazed with lust rather than distance, and the slender chest rose and fell at a faster clip. That was more like it.
Leaning forward, he breathed onto Harry’s ear, enjoying the full body shiver that provoked, before whispering darkly. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Harry responded instantly, fingers curling up in a futile search for purchase. “Yes I do.”
Tom’s body ached for him to take the boy here and now, but he held back. He would not be the one to break. “Then beg.”
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With a desperate swipe for the lube they kept on the unused chair, he hurriedly prepared Harry, the whimpers and pleading increasing in speed but lowering in volume as he pressed in each finger. Once he was a mewling mess, Tom gave his own cock a quick once-over before lining up and plunging in.
Harry howled, hands coming up to wrap around Tom’s neck, and hips jerking as they tried to find friction. The apron slid to one side, rubbing against both Harry’s erection and the point where they were connected.
“Please! Oh, Tom, yes, thankyouthankyou, please more, need it need you-“ Tom smirked down at Harry, before he thrust in just so. “OH! Oh, T-Master! Master, please! Need yesthat yesyesyes!”
With one last frantic thrust, Harry unloaded himself between them, coating Tom’s stomach and staining the ruffled fabric. The sight, the feel, the sounds, mixed with the way Harry’s inner walls clenched tight, send Tom right after.
Tom collapsed on top of Harry, and the boy gave an instinctual buck, knocking them both off the table and sending them into a messy tangle of limps on the kitchen floor.
“Gunna need a new apron.” Harry muttered quietly, apparently not bothered by the new position. Instead he snuggled into Tom’s side, pressing his face into the man’s neck.
Deciding this was fine for now, Tom wrapped his arms around his boy, enjoying the warmth. “If you’d like.”
As he drifted off, in the space of a heartbeat, Tom wondered which one of them was really in charge here.
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*deep breath*
*shoots rainbows of sparkly love at you from eyes*
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