Distance, Part Thirteen B
The second half of Part Thirteen...picks up right where Part Thirteen A left off. :)
Title: Distance, Part Thirteen B
Author: pinkdoom
Summary: Sometimes it takes a little distance to understand how precious what you have truly is
Rating NC-17 for this part
Word Count: 4,848
Disclaimer: Not mine!! All is property of Jim Butcher, this is for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: h/c; sexual tension and frustration; corporeal Bob, no explanation...and more smut
Beta'd by: edana_ni_emer and moonchildetoo
Previous parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Three and a Half by weslyn, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen A
We broke after an intense but short-lived kiss, and when I looked up, he was staring at me with burning eyes. "Those old Greek scholars occasionally knew what they were talking about," he said in a voice tight with emotion. "And it may be a stereotype that homosexual men often don't want children with their partners, but--" Bob sighed deeply and blinked away what I would have sworn were tears. "I have to admit, Harry, that the notion of the two of us, at some point in our lives, raising a child together isn't such an awful one." He waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss what he'd just said. "Don't pay any mind to me, darling, I'm just an old man with a many an unfulfilled dream."
"You wanted children...want children?" I asked, dumbfounded. "A family?"
Bob nodded after a beat of hesitation. "I won't lie to you, Harry. If I'd been able to when I was first alive, I'd have had a family, no question about it." His hand caressed my face, every emotion he was battling with at the moment clear as day on his face and in his eyes. "And I suppose that dream has always been something I harbored. But we live in a dangerous times, Harry, and you and I will probably never be completely free of the elements and components of a wizard's world, so--"
I cut him off by putting a finger to his lips. "Stop that. Stop that right now, Bob. How do you know we won't ever be able to live moderately normal lives, besides my penchant for getting in trouble?" I wrinkled my nose at him. "I won't always be this young and studly and able to take a knock or two on the head."
"From the way you've been going, you can't take half a knock on the head," he responded drolly. But then his eyes lost that spark of wit and he was serious again. "Are you telling me that, one day, you would want a child...with me?"
"No, with my gorgeous mistress who's half my age and fertile enough to give me twenty children if I wanted." I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled. "Yes, with you, old man. Despite my hesitance around them, they seem to take to me pretty well." I hooked my arm around his waist and drew him closer. "And you'd make one hell of a dad."
The tears that he'd blinked back earlier fell abashedly onto his face and he swallowed thickly. I kissed away those tears and felt him hug me to him, the feel and smell and taste of him a constant comfort that I never wanted to take for granted. "Thank you, Harry," he whispered against my cheek. "And here I was...being negative about all this."
"About me wanting kids someday or about us being together long enough to have said kids?"
Bob blinked at me, startled by my bluntness. "A little of both, I suppose," he admitted.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Okay, well, I answered the first doubt for you. And as for the second," and I kissed him gently, "I love you, Bob. I always will. Or didn't you learn anything from that old, dead Greek guy you were just telling me about? And when one of them finds his other half, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight, even for a moment." I grinned at him. "Or did I get that wrong?"
"Not one syllable, my love," Bob said, returning my kiss a little bit hotter and fiercer than the one I'd just pressed upon him.
I gripped his hair between my fingers and pulled a little. Bob broke the kiss instantly and moaned, low and soft, shooting me a heated look. Looks like we were heading for round number 2 faster than I anticipated.
"Don't tell me you're one of those men that recuperates rather quickly," Bob said teasingly between gasps for air.
"Me? Nah," I said, smiling at him. It was an outright lie, since I could already feel the beginning jolts of lust smack me square between the eyes...and other places. I carded my fingers through his hair again, tugging slightly, and he responded by moaning my name. "What is it about getting your hair pulled that turns you on?" I asked innocently, honestly wanting to know. I wanted to know about everything that turned him on, no matter what it was. If I knew how to arouse him, then I'd know how to please him and keep coming up with ways to please him.
Bob sucked in a deep breath and waited a few beats before he answered in a low, velvety voice. "It's very intimate and arousing, your hands in my hair." He raised his eyes to meet mine, then let out a gasp as I tugged on the silver strands wrapped around my fingers. "It's--mmm, Harry, gods--there's a difference between intimacy and arousal, you see. They often coincide, but when they don't, they can be very different things."
"So what I'm doing now classifies as both," I said slowly, pressing my fingertips into his scalp and massaging. "And it has nothing to do with dominant and submissive attitudes."
Bob chuckled as he ran his hands over my forearms. "Perhaps, but then again...I saw that look on your face when I put my hand around your neck earlier." My eyes widened at that, and that made Bob snicker. "You weren't as clever in your concealment as you thought, dear boy."
I stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Okay, so we're both perverts, what's your point?"
A curious look came over Bob's face a moment before he rolled onto me, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above my head in one of his large hands. "Is this the part where we get to see who the bigger pervert is?"
The raw look of desire on his face made me shiver against him and I swallowed hard before answering. "I'll readily admit you're the bigger pervert, Bob."
"Maybe we're using the wrong word here," he growled in my ear right before his teeth nipped at my earlobe. "I'm thinking we should really be using the word 'fetish' instead."
I nodded and started to agree with him, but his hips snapped against mine and I felt the start of his erection throb hotly on my skin. "What was that about recuperating quickly?" I said, grinning. I looked up and saw his eyes transform back into those depthless black irises; right before my eyes, I watched the civil, proper man melt away into a purely sexual being that sought nothing but pleasure for himself and his partner. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and since I'd had more than a few erotic experiences with Bob in the past few days, that was saying something.
"Speechless?" Bob's voice took on a lightly mocking tone. "Why, I do believe that's a first for you, Harry."
"Shut up, Bob," I said lightly, enjoying the way his body slid against mine.
"Make me," he purred challengingly, releasing my wrists and tugging my head up for a kiss. I relished the way he devoured my mouth like it was the last time we'd ever get to kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, stroking my tongue, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I groaned and cupped his ass with both hands, daring to run my fingers between the now-sensitive cleft of his cheeks. Bob bucked against me and tugged harder on my lower lip.
I grunted and said his name, which made him break the kiss and stare down at me. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a fantastic lover, Harry?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast with those black, black eyes of his. It took me a moment before I shook my head. "Their loss," he continued, his voice a gentle rumble. "You have all the qualities of such a lover, my dear. Caring, thoughtful, willing to try new things...always putting the other person before himself, always seeking pleasure for the partner before his own release is found." His hands cradled my face and he nuzzled my neck, breathing on my skin and making me squirm. "I'm very fortunate, more than I deserve."
I pulled his head up and drew my arms around him, holding his body against mine. "Don't say that," I chided gently. "It's not like I'm the most upright person the world either, so how do you think I feel about having you?"
"Then I'd say we're both very lucky," he responded before running his fingers through my hair. I pulled him down for another kiss in lieu of using words to agree with him. It started slow, lazy, just us kissing and stroking each other's skin with light touches. His warm body was pressed firmly into mine, our legs tangled together, his hips almost perfectly aligned with mine.
Bob's lips left mine reluctantly and I was about to ask him what was up when he put his mouth on the underside of my jaw and started sucking on my skin. "Bob," I breathed out as I felt my body heat up in reaction to what he was doing. His hands gripped my biceps, fingers digging into my skin, and his mouth moved lower again, taking his sweet time in exploring my collarbone. Kisses were placed to my chest, his tongue bathed both my nipples, making them pucker, and then his mouth moved further down. I saw a flash of his teeth right before Bob bit my right side, making me jump.
"Holy hell," I gasped, watching him work his way down my body. His hands were still on my arms but they'd moved lower as he had, and now he was holding my hands in his, our fingers laced together. I licked dry lips and took an immense amount of pleasure in watching him move even further down to my abdomen, just inches above my slowly reawakening cock. With a sly look up at me, Bob explored every inch of the skin between my ribcage and my cock, teeth and tongue and lips making me writhe.
Bob glanced up at me again when I spread my legs in invitation, then cocked his head as his eyes roamed over my face. "Is there something you want, Harry?"
I swallowed hard a couple of times, trying to make my brain form a coherent thought. "Yeah, your mouth on me," I managed to spit out.
"Where?" His voice purred that one word and it sounded deep in my ears.
I shivered, gripping the fingers laced through mine. "My cock," I gasped. "I want to feel that mouth of yours on my cock."
A wicked, almost sinister sounding chuckle vibrated my eardrums, and I watched him move down my body one more time. His hands, nearly scalding as they wrapped around my torso and pulled my body up just a little, flattened on my back, and Bob bent his head. I had to fight not to close my eyes as his lips pressed a kiss just above my cock, and just when I thought he was going to finally give me that long awaited blow-job, he shocked me again by nosing my pubic hair and inhaling deeply.
My breath came out in a ragged sputter but Bob didn't even look up as he said, "You smell amazing. My mouth is watering, just wanting to know what you taste like."
I gaped at him, my whole body quivering. And never one to meet my expectations--he always went above and beyond--Bob shifted down just a little, opened his mouth like he was going to take in my cock...and breathed on my sensitive skin. I jumped but Bob's hands held me down, sliding down my body to pin my hips to the mattress. Unable to reach any part of him, I had to suffice for grabbing the sheets and twisting them until I heard threads pop.
Bob's tongue darted out and just missed my cock, and then he breathed on me again, starting at the root and going all the way to the tip and back up again, his hot breath teasing me just enough that I wanted to scream. "Behave yourself," he said with a naughty smile. "I'm just getting started. I fully intend on making you so frustrated that you'll beg me to be inside you, much like I did just a little while ago."
"Already there," I panted, hoping the desperation in my voice would make Bob get on with it.
He just laughed. "Oh no you're not, not even close. I begged you rather incoherently, but I want you to tell me EXACTLY what you want, and how, and when."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...fuck. My eyes rolled back in my head as he dipped down again and bit the inside of my left thigh while one hand left my hip and slipped under me. Warm fingers rolled my balls and squeezed gently. I moaned and tried to reach for him, but it was in vain. He was too far down my body, clearly out of the range of my arms...and then I realized he'd done that on purpose. He'd moved down that far with the intent of being out of my reach. It was part of his game, and it made me all the more hotter knowing that he must have thought this out ahead of time. Bob thought everything out ahead of time, so who knows how long he'd harbored this little fantasy-slash-torture Harry scenario?
One finger slid beyond my balls and back, slipping into the crease of my ass and pressing against my entrance. I groaned and thrust up but Bob pushed me back down, clucking his tongue at me in quiet, teasing disapproval. "One thing at a time," Bob said with a wicked smile. That finger withdrew and traced a path back to my balls, then ran along the underside of my cock. Teasing, never lingering too long in one spot, his touches left me panting and begging for him to do something other than drive me out of my mind.
I was exactly where he wanted me to be.
I couldn't even gather enough energy to grumble at him. A warm, moist tongue lapped at the junction between my thigh and my groin, just missing my cock, and I groaned his name. Bob's head shot up, those black eyes locked on my face. "Tell me," he purred. "I want to hear you tell me what to do, where to go...how to use my tongue--"
"Ahh, Bob, goddammit!" I snarled, lurching up. I grabbed him in a mindless haze of lust and Bob had no time to scramble out of the way. I smashed our mouths together, fucking his mouth with my tongue while I gripped his body, arms and legs wrapped around him. I was sure I was leaving bruises on his alabaster skin, but I didn't care at that moment...and from the way he was thrusting and moaning and kissing me back, neither did Bob. "I'll show you want I want," I growled against his mouth.
Grabbing his forearm, I yanked on him, twisting to my side as he fell. Our lips broke contact and Bob landed with an "Ooomph!". I laughed and pounced on him, taking his hand in mine and putting it on my cock. Bob flashed me a dark look before he pulled once, making me keen and arch. But that didn't last long before Bob pounced back, forcing me down, beneath him, and drew my legs up around his waist.
We'd been here before, I thought heatedly, except it had been him on the bottom.
He was exactly where I wanted him to be. I clutched at him, head thrown back, and said in a breathless voice, "Bob, please...please, please, please."
"Hush now," Bob said softly, pressing a finger against my lips, cutting off my pleas. "Easy, my love, always easy. There's no need for mindlessness now." He winked roguishly at me. "We can always do that later." And he dipped his head, opened his mouth, and licked the tip of my cock.
I groaned and watched him do it again, then a third time, before he opened his mouth wider and took me in. Heat instantly encased my cock and his tongue rolled around my skin. He sucked and pulled on my cock and I thrust into his mouth, wanting more. Bob's fingers curled around my hips and held me down while his mouth pulled moans and whispered curses from me. His tongue traced the vein on the underside and flicked over the head, then his eyes fluttered shut and his throat muscles milked my cock, making me shiver and pant.
"Bob," I breathed out, watching him suck me off. His hands had traveled down to my thighs and back up. His fingers flexed a few times before they slid around my hips and grabbed my ass, one finger slipping between my cheeks. Arching off the bed, eyes screwed shut against the mind-numbing pleasure, I had to resist the urge to grab him and his cock...I wanted him inside me. I knew exactly why he'd been begging earlier when our roles had been switched. Right now, I wanted him and everything that came with him....the love, the heat, that throbbing, building, rising, overtaking pressure and that shiver-inducing stare of his. I wanted his hands on me, his lips on mine, his cock inside me, his body sliding against mine.
Bob sucked hard on my cock, bringing my eyes back down to him, and whatever he saw on my face must have been pretty powerful because he shuddered and sucked even harder, like he was trying to pull my orgasm from me. If he gave me about two more minutes, he'd have it.
"Please," I said softly, practically sobbing in the face of almost there. He was killing me with his mouth and tongue, and the wicked glint in his eyes told me he knew that. Surprisingly enough, he pulled his mouth from my cock and pressed kisses to the insides of both my thighs before dragging his body over mine and kissing my lips. I opened my mouth to him and sucked greedily on his tongue, the taste of us clinging to his lips and overwhelming me. My hands instantly went into his hair and tugged, making Bob thrust against me in response. I thrust back, unable to tell him what I wanted but hoping that by now, he'd get the picture.
The kiss broke with a noisy smack and we were both breathing hard. I looked up at him and caught him staring down at me, his dark eyes wandering over my face. Gentle fingertips traced over my eyebrows and cheekbones. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the tenderness and heat in it, and then he slowly withdrew his hands and ran them over my body, clever fingers skimming over my nipples and tracing my ribs before grabbing my hips. Bob growled at me, a purely animalistic sound that made every hair on my body stand on end.
I was going to try to reach out to him, maybe grab him for another kiss, but Bob ran his hand over my cock, spreading my pre-come on his fingers, then quickly grabbed his own cock and smeared our combined essences on his pink skin. Groaning, I shot up and wrapped an arm around his waist, taking him by surprise. He didn't have a chance to pull back and I took a hold of that opportunity quickly. Dipping my head, I lapped at the head of his cock and heard him moan my name, then felt him grab the back of my head. I was shocked at how we tasted together. It had been different when I was kissing him and only tasting myself on his lips. This was the both of us...on his cock...hot and salty and a little bitter but it was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
Bob's fingers wrapped around my skull and dug in and I obliged, opening my mouth a little wider and letting him thrust more of his cock past my lips. I sucked on him eagerly, earning a few more moans and a deeper thrust in return. I did my best, swirling my tongue around the head and then forcing back my gag reflex to swallow more of him.
"Harry, fuck," Bob whispered hoarsely. I rolled my eyes up to see him looking down at me with an expression of absolute rapture and awe. I swallowed again and took in as much of his cock as I could, then slid my fingers from the base of his cock to his balls. Heavy and slick with sweat, they easily rolled on my fingers. Bob shivered violently and the fingers he had wrapped around the crown of my head gripped my scalp harder. I grunted, enjoying the sigh that escaped past Bob's lips, and hummed in the back of my throat.
Bob froze momentarily and I took that opportunity to hollow my cheeks as much as I could. He let out a gasp and thrust into my mouth, and I tasted bitterness. Bob was right at that brink, and I was going to get him off, but he took me by surprise by jerking his cock from my mouth and dropping down so we were face to face.
His face was red and sweat was beaded on his skin, and I could see veins sticking out in his neck. "Gods," he panted, bringing his hands down from my head to grab my hands and put them on his shoulders.
I licked my lips and bit back the groan from tasting him on my mouth. "Why'd you pull out?"
The glaze that had been over his eyes vanished in an instant. "I want to be inside you," he drawled slowly, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my shoulders.
"No argument there," I said, pulling his head down and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Latched onto his lips like that, it was hard to lay down and not break contact, so when Bob realized what I was trying to do, he slid his lips over my jaw and whispered, "I was thinking of something else."
"Do tell," I said, slipping my arms around his neck and trying to tug him down again.
Bob bit my earlobe and started to pull me down on top of him. "Go down on me," he growled in my ear.
I stared at him, open-mouthed, and he chuckled. "Holy fuck," I croaked. He raised an eyebrow and I managed to nod my overwhelming approval.
It took a matter of seconds for him to sit down, back against the headboard of the bed, and put his hands on my hips, guiding me down. The thought passed through my mind that we might need lubricant, but one glance at his shiny, come-smeared cock banished that thought.
I positioned myself over him, then looked down with a bit of hesitance and more than enough frustration. "I've never done this before," I said quietly, unable to suppress the bit of nervousness in my voice.
Bob's fingers combed through my hair and he smiled at me. "No worries, my love." His hands slid down and cupped my ass, spreading my cheeks. One finger brushed my entrance, then slid in a little. I bit my lip against the pain that instantly flared up and moved around some to get used to the feeling. "Go slowly, Harry. I don't want to hurt you."
That made me grin. "I've heard that before."
"Yes, but at that point, I was talking about bandages and wounds, my dear boy." Bob looked down pointedly and I followed his eyes.
I copied his raised-eyebrow look from a minute earlier and he chuckled. "So you're playing it that I have no clue as to what I'm doing, huh?" I didn't give him the chance to answer because I grabbed his cock, wrapped my other hand around his neck for balance, and slid down his body. His cock brushed my entrance, off-center a little, so I shifted to the right.
"Keep going," Bob purred softly, his fingers kneading my cheeks and making me tremble. "Mmm, Harry, down...go down--"
I hissed through clenched teeth, feeling the strain in my legs, and pressed down on his cock. Bob moaned loudly as part of his cock sunk in, and I followed his moan with one of my own at the feel of him inside me.
Thick and pulsing with every beat of his heart, Bob's cock slid in deeper as I wiggled around, my hands pressing down hard on his shoulders so I didn't topple over. From the look on his face and the way I was feeling, this wasn't going to take long at all. I took a deep breath and shoved my body down in one swift motion. His cock rammed in to the hilt and it hurt, but the second he thrust back in response, the burn gave way to a rush of pleasure.
Bob's arms wrapped around my ribcage and his hands slid up to cling to my shoulders, holding me down as his hips bucked. "Oh...Harry..." He could barely spit out a few words before having to take a bunch of deep, gasping breaths. I understood how he felt. His cock inside me should have felt strange...it had been a very long time since I'd felt that, but it, instead, felt so wonderfully right.
I gripped his shoulders even harder and started to rock slowly, forcing him to follow my rhythm. "Bob, gods...have no idea-"
Bob jerked my head down for a kiss, and I could feel him tremble beneath me as I lost the little bit of rhythm we had when our lips touched. We both groaned as I jerked my hips frantically, seeking that mind-numbing pleasure, my cock skating across his belly in desperate need of friction. Somehow, Bob noticed this, and one of his big hands left my back and grabbed my cock, thumb rubbing small circles over the tip.
I gasped and cried out his name, cursing him at the same time. "Fuck...Bob...you bastard..."
"Harry, darling, my love...so tight-" A shaky gasp, and then he groaned again.
The apartment was filled the sounds of our cursing, the bed creaking, soft whumping of flesh against flesh, and the sharp scent magic and sex. Bob's body tightened and his grip on my shoulder became almost painful, and I barely had time to look down before he whispered, "Harry, love-" and came with a breathy roar that sounded like his lungs had just exploded. His body arched upward, back spine-crackingly bowed, and I felt pulse after pulse of hot semen inside me.
That was all it took, the feel of his orgasm and the look of complete satisfaction on his face before I was pushed over that edge. Eyes screwed shut, my head fell back and I moaned his name, my hips jerking forward in response to the way he was pulling on my cock. My muscles clenched around the softening cock inside me, drawing out his aftershocks enough to make him sputter my name one last time before slumping against the headboard.
My head clanged and my eyes had to refocus afterwards, but when I had enough of my right mind back to look down at him, he was smiling sleepily at me, his hands now soft and tender on my body. I had a hard time moving off of him, a combination of stiff, sore muscles and the fact that when I moved, my joints actually creaked, making me wince. But that pain covered up the discomfort of pulling myself off his cock.
Bob pulled me down beside him and I welcomed his embrace, snuggling into his arms and deciding that the world could end tomorrow, so long as I didn't have to leave this bed or abandon the man whose body I was entangled with. I strained up enough so that I could brush a kiss over his lips and he sighed contentedly, murmuring against my mouth in a comforting way.
I felt sleep tug hard at the back of my eyes and I closed them, loving the warmth of his body against mine, the way he tucked his head under my chin, almost childlike, and sighed again.
With the little bit of energy I had left, I whispered, "I love you, Bob, and I'm so sorry...for everything."
He didn't respond with words. He didn't need to, because he linked his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand, then snuggled in closer and let his body go lax.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
Title: Distance, Part Thirteen B
Author: pinkdoom
Summary: Sometimes it takes a little distance to understand how precious what you have truly is
Rating NC-17 for this part
Word Count: 4,848
Disclaimer: Not mine!! All is property of Jim Butcher, this is for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: h/c; sexual tension and frustration; corporeal Bob, no explanation...and more smut
Beta'd by: edana_ni_emer and moonchildetoo
Previous parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Three and a Half by weslyn, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen A
We broke after an intense but short-lived kiss, and when I looked up, he was staring at me with burning eyes. "Those old Greek scholars occasionally knew what they were talking about," he said in a voice tight with emotion. "And it may be a stereotype that homosexual men often don't want children with their partners, but--" Bob sighed deeply and blinked away what I would have sworn were tears. "I have to admit, Harry, that the notion of the two of us, at some point in our lives, raising a child together isn't such an awful one." He waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss what he'd just said. "Don't pay any mind to me, darling, I'm just an old man with a many an unfulfilled dream."
"You wanted children...want children?" I asked, dumbfounded. "A family?"
Bob nodded after a beat of hesitation. "I won't lie to you, Harry. If I'd been able to when I was first alive, I'd have had a family, no question about it." His hand caressed my face, every emotion he was battling with at the moment clear as day on his face and in his eyes. "And I suppose that dream has always been something I harbored. But we live in a dangerous times, Harry, and you and I will probably never be completely free of the elements and components of a wizard's world, so--"
I cut him off by putting a finger to his lips. "Stop that. Stop that right now, Bob. How do you know we won't ever be able to live moderately normal lives, besides my penchant for getting in trouble?" I wrinkled my nose at him. "I won't always be this young and studly and able to take a knock or two on the head."
"From the way you've been going, you can't take half a knock on the head," he responded drolly. But then his eyes lost that spark of wit and he was serious again. "Are you telling me that, one day, you would want a child...with me?"
"No, with my gorgeous mistress who's half my age and fertile enough to give me twenty children if I wanted." I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled. "Yes, with you, old man. Despite my hesitance around them, they seem to take to me pretty well." I hooked my arm around his waist and drew him closer. "And you'd make one hell of a dad."
The tears that he'd blinked back earlier fell abashedly onto his face and he swallowed thickly. I kissed away those tears and felt him hug me to him, the feel and smell and taste of him a constant comfort that I never wanted to take for granted. "Thank you, Harry," he whispered against my cheek. "And here I was...being negative about all this."
"About me wanting kids someday or about us being together long enough to have said kids?"
Bob blinked at me, startled by my bluntness. "A little of both, I suppose," he admitted.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Okay, well, I answered the first doubt for you. And as for the second," and I kissed him gently, "I love you, Bob. I always will. Or didn't you learn anything from that old, dead Greek guy you were just telling me about? And when one of them finds his other half, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight, even for a moment." I grinned at him. "Or did I get that wrong?"
"Not one syllable, my love," Bob said, returning my kiss a little bit hotter and fiercer than the one I'd just pressed upon him.
I gripped his hair between my fingers and pulled a little. Bob broke the kiss instantly and moaned, low and soft, shooting me a heated look. Looks like we were heading for round number 2 faster than I anticipated.
"Don't tell me you're one of those men that recuperates rather quickly," Bob said teasingly between gasps for air.
"Me? Nah," I said, smiling at him. It was an outright lie, since I could already feel the beginning jolts of lust smack me square between the eyes...and other places. I carded my fingers through his hair again, tugging slightly, and he responded by moaning my name. "What is it about getting your hair pulled that turns you on?" I asked innocently, honestly wanting to know. I wanted to know about everything that turned him on, no matter what it was. If I knew how to arouse him, then I'd know how to please him and keep coming up with ways to please him.
Bob sucked in a deep breath and waited a few beats before he answered in a low, velvety voice. "It's very intimate and arousing, your hands in my hair." He raised his eyes to meet mine, then let out a gasp as I tugged on the silver strands wrapped around my fingers. "It's--mmm, Harry, gods--there's a difference between intimacy and arousal, you see. They often coincide, but when they don't, they can be very different things."
"So what I'm doing now classifies as both," I said slowly, pressing my fingertips into his scalp and massaging. "And it has nothing to do with dominant and submissive attitudes."
Bob chuckled as he ran his hands over my forearms. "Perhaps, but then again...I saw that look on your face when I put my hand around your neck earlier." My eyes widened at that, and that made Bob snicker. "You weren't as clever in your concealment as you thought, dear boy."
I stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Okay, so we're both perverts, what's your point?"
A curious look came over Bob's face a moment before he rolled onto me, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above my head in one of his large hands. "Is this the part where we get to see who the bigger pervert is?"
The raw look of desire on his face made me shiver against him and I swallowed hard before answering. "I'll readily admit you're the bigger pervert, Bob."
"Maybe we're using the wrong word here," he growled in my ear right before his teeth nipped at my earlobe. "I'm thinking we should really be using the word 'fetish' instead."
I nodded and started to agree with him, but his hips snapped against mine and I felt the start of his erection throb hotly on my skin. "What was that about recuperating quickly?" I said, grinning. I looked up and saw his eyes transform back into those depthless black irises; right before my eyes, I watched the civil, proper man melt away into a purely sexual being that sought nothing but pleasure for himself and his partner. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and since I'd had more than a few erotic experiences with Bob in the past few days, that was saying something.
"Speechless?" Bob's voice took on a lightly mocking tone. "Why, I do believe that's a first for you, Harry."
"Shut up, Bob," I said lightly, enjoying the way his body slid against mine.
"Make me," he purred challengingly, releasing my wrists and tugging my head up for a kiss. I relished the way he devoured my mouth like it was the last time we'd ever get to kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, stroking my tongue, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I groaned and cupped his ass with both hands, daring to run my fingers between the now-sensitive cleft of his cheeks. Bob bucked against me and tugged harder on my lower lip.
I grunted and said his name, which made him break the kiss and stare down at me. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a fantastic lover, Harry?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast with those black, black eyes of his. It took me a moment before I shook my head. "Their loss," he continued, his voice a gentle rumble. "You have all the qualities of such a lover, my dear. Caring, thoughtful, willing to try new things...always putting the other person before himself, always seeking pleasure for the partner before his own release is found." His hands cradled my face and he nuzzled my neck, breathing on my skin and making me squirm. "I'm very fortunate, more than I deserve."
I pulled his head up and drew my arms around him, holding his body against mine. "Don't say that," I chided gently. "It's not like I'm the most upright person the world either, so how do you think I feel about having you?"
"Then I'd say we're both very lucky," he responded before running his fingers through my hair. I pulled him down for another kiss in lieu of using words to agree with him. It started slow, lazy, just us kissing and stroking each other's skin with light touches. His warm body was pressed firmly into mine, our legs tangled together, his hips almost perfectly aligned with mine.
Bob's lips left mine reluctantly and I was about to ask him what was up when he put his mouth on the underside of my jaw and started sucking on my skin. "Bob," I breathed out as I felt my body heat up in reaction to what he was doing. His hands gripped my biceps, fingers digging into my skin, and his mouth moved lower again, taking his sweet time in exploring my collarbone. Kisses were placed to my chest, his tongue bathed both my nipples, making them pucker, and then his mouth moved further down. I saw a flash of his teeth right before Bob bit my right side, making me jump.
"Holy hell," I gasped, watching him work his way down my body. His hands were still on my arms but they'd moved lower as he had, and now he was holding my hands in his, our fingers laced together. I licked dry lips and took an immense amount of pleasure in watching him move even further down to my abdomen, just inches above my slowly reawakening cock. With a sly look up at me, Bob explored every inch of the skin between my ribcage and my cock, teeth and tongue and lips making me writhe.
Bob glanced up at me again when I spread my legs in invitation, then cocked his head as his eyes roamed over my face. "Is there something you want, Harry?"
I swallowed hard a couple of times, trying to make my brain form a coherent thought. "Yeah, your mouth on me," I managed to spit out.
"Where?" His voice purred that one word and it sounded deep in my ears.
I shivered, gripping the fingers laced through mine. "My cock," I gasped. "I want to feel that mouth of yours on my cock."
A wicked, almost sinister sounding chuckle vibrated my eardrums, and I watched him move down my body one more time. His hands, nearly scalding as they wrapped around my torso and pulled my body up just a little, flattened on my back, and Bob bent his head. I had to fight not to close my eyes as his lips pressed a kiss just above my cock, and just when I thought he was going to finally give me that long awaited blow-job, he shocked me again by nosing my pubic hair and inhaling deeply.
My breath came out in a ragged sputter but Bob didn't even look up as he said, "You smell amazing. My mouth is watering, just wanting to know what you taste like."
I gaped at him, my whole body quivering. And never one to meet my expectations--he always went above and beyond--Bob shifted down just a little, opened his mouth like he was going to take in my cock...and breathed on my sensitive skin. I jumped but Bob's hands held me down, sliding down my body to pin my hips to the mattress. Unable to reach any part of him, I had to suffice for grabbing the sheets and twisting them until I heard threads pop.
Bob's tongue darted out and just missed my cock, and then he breathed on me again, starting at the root and going all the way to the tip and back up again, his hot breath teasing me just enough that I wanted to scream. "Behave yourself," he said with a naughty smile. "I'm just getting started. I fully intend on making you so frustrated that you'll beg me to be inside you, much like I did just a little while ago."
"Already there," I panted, hoping the desperation in my voice would make Bob get on with it.
He just laughed. "Oh no you're not, not even close. I begged you rather incoherently, but I want you to tell me EXACTLY what you want, and how, and when."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...fuck. My eyes rolled back in my head as he dipped down again and bit the inside of my left thigh while one hand left my hip and slipped under me. Warm fingers rolled my balls and squeezed gently. I moaned and tried to reach for him, but it was in vain. He was too far down my body, clearly out of the range of my arms...and then I realized he'd done that on purpose. He'd moved down that far with the intent of being out of my reach. It was part of his game, and it made me all the more hotter knowing that he must have thought this out ahead of time. Bob thought everything out ahead of time, so who knows how long he'd harbored this little fantasy-slash-torture Harry scenario?
One finger slid beyond my balls and back, slipping into the crease of my ass and pressing against my entrance. I groaned and thrust up but Bob pushed me back down, clucking his tongue at me in quiet, teasing disapproval. "One thing at a time," Bob said with a wicked smile. That finger withdrew and traced a path back to my balls, then ran along the underside of my cock. Teasing, never lingering too long in one spot, his touches left me panting and begging for him to do something other than drive me out of my mind.
I was exactly where he wanted me to be.
I couldn't even gather enough energy to grumble at him. A warm, moist tongue lapped at the junction between my thigh and my groin, just missing my cock, and I groaned his name. Bob's head shot up, those black eyes locked on my face. "Tell me," he purred. "I want to hear you tell me what to do, where to go...how to use my tongue--"
"Ahh, Bob, goddammit!" I snarled, lurching up. I grabbed him in a mindless haze of lust and Bob had no time to scramble out of the way. I smashed our mouths together, fucking his mouth with my tongue while I gripped his body, arms and legs wrapped around him. I was sure I was leaving bruises on his alabaster skin, but I didn't care at that moment...and from the way he was thrusting and moaning and kissing me back, neither did Bob. "I'll show you want I want," I growled against his mouth.
Grabbing his forearm, I yanked on him, twisting to my side as he fell. Our lips broke contact and Bob landed with an "Ooomph!". I laughed and pounced on him, taking his hand in mine and putting it on my cock. Bob flashed me a dark look before he pulled once, making me keen and arch. But that didn't last long before Bob pounced back, forcing me down, beneath him, and drew my legs up around his waist.
We'd been here before, I thought heatedly, except it had been him on the bottom.
He was exactly where I wanted him to be. I clutched at him, head thrown back, and said in a breathless voice, "Bob, please...please, please, please."
"Hush now," Bob said softly, pressing a finger against my lips, cutting off my pleas. "Easy, my love, always easy. There's no need for mindlessness now." He winked roguishly at me. "We can always do that later." And he dipped his head, opened his mouth, and licked the tip of my cock.
I groaned and watched him do it again, then a third time, before he opened his mouth wider and took me in. Heat instantly encased my cock and his tongue rolled around my skin. He sucked and pulled on my cock and I thrust into his mouth, wanting more. Bob's fingers curled around my hips and held me down while his mouth pulled moans and whispered curses from me. His tongue traced the vein on the underside and flicked over the head, then his eyes fluttered shut and his throat muscles milked my cock, making me shiver and pant.
"Bob," I breathed out, watching him suck me off. His hands had traveled down to my thighs and back up. His fingers flexed a few times before they slid around my hips and grabbed my ass, one finger slipping between my cheeks. Arching off the bed, eyes screwed shut against the mind-numbing pleasure, I had to resist the urge to grab him and his cock...I wanted him inside me. I knew exactly why he'd been begging earlier when our roles had been switched. Right now, I wanted him and everything that came with him....the love, the heat, that throbbing, building, rising, overtaking pressure and that shiver-inducing stare of his. I wanted his hands on me, his lips on mine, his cock inside me, his body sliding against mine.
Bob sucked hard on my cock, bringing my eyes back down to him, and whatever he saw on my face must have been pretty powerful because he shuddered and sucked even harder, like he was trying to pull my orgasm from me. If he gave me about two more minutes, he'd have it.
"Please," I said softly, practically sobbing in the face of almost there. He was killing me with his mouth and tongue, and the wicked glint in his eyes told me he knew that. Surprisingly enough, he pulled his mouth from my cock and pressed kisses to the insides of both my thighs before dragging his body over mine and kissing my lips. I opened my mouth to him and sucked greedily on his tongue, the taste of us clinging to his lips and overwhelming me. My hands instantly went into his hair and tugged, making Bob thrust against me in response. I thrust back, unable to tell him what I wanted but hoping that by now, he'd get the picture.
The kiss broke with a noisy smack and we were both breathing hard. I looked up at him and caught him staring down at me, his dark eyes wandering over my face. Gentle fingertips traced over my eyebrows and cheekbones. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the tenderness and heat in it, and then he slowly withdrew his hands and ran them over my body, clever fingers skimming over my nipples and tracing my ribs before grabbing my hips. Bob growled at me, a purely animalistic sound that made every hair on my body stand on end.
I was going to try to reach out to him, maybe grab him for another kiss, but Bob ran his hand over my cock, spreading my pre-come on his fingers, then quickly grabbed his own cock and smeared our combined essences on his pink skin. Groaning, I shot up and wrapped an arm around his waist, taking him by surprise. He didn't have a chance to pull back and I took a hold of that opportunity quickly. Dipping my head, I lapped at the head of his cock and heard him moan my name, then felt him grab the back of my head. I was shocked at how we tasted together. It had been different when I was kissing him and only tasting myself on his lips. This was the both of us...on his cock...hot and salty and a little bitter but it was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
Bob's fingers wrapped around my skull and dug in and I obliged, opening my mouth a little wider and letting him thrust more of his cock past my lips. I sucked on him eagerly, earning a few more moans and a deeper thrust in return. I did my best, swirling my tongue around the head and then forcing back my gag reflex to swallow more of him.
"Harry, fuck," Bob whispered hoarsely. I rolled my eyes up to see him looking down at me with an expression of absolute rapture and awe. I swallowed again and took in as much of his cock as I could, then slid my fingers from the base of his cock to his balls. Heavy and slick with sweat, they easily rolled on my fingers. Bob shivered violently and the fingers he had wrapped around the crown of my head gripped my scalp harder. I grunted, enjoying the sigh that escaped past Bob's lips, and hummed in the back of my throat.
Bob froze momentarily and I took that opportunity to hollow my cheeks as much as I could. He let out a gasp and thrust into my mouth, and I tasted bitterness. Bob was right at that brink, and I was going to get him off, but he took me by surprise by jerking his cock from my mouth and dropping down so we were face to face.
His face was red and sweat was beaded on his skin, and I could see veins sticking out in his neck. "Gods," he panted, bringing his hands down from my head to grab my hands and put them on his shoulders.
I licked my lips and bit back the groan from tasting him on my mouth. "Why'd you pull out?"
The glaze that had been over his eyes vanished in an instant. "I want to be inside you," he drawled slowly, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my shoulders.
"No argument there," I said, pulling his head down and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Latched onto his lips like that, it was hard to lay down and not break contact, so when Bob realized what I was trying to do, he slid his lips over my jaw and whispered, "I was thinking of something else."
"Do tell," I said, slipping my arms around his neck and trying to tug him down again.
Bob bit my earlobe and started to pull me down on top of him. "Go down on me," he growled in my ear.
I stared at him, open-mouthed, and he chuckled. "Holy fuck," I croaked. He raised an eyebrow and I managed to nod my overwhelming approval.
It took a matter of seconds for him to sit down, back against the headboard of the bed, and put his hands on my hips, guiding me down. The thought passed through my mind that we might need lubricant, but one glance at his shiny, come-smeared cock banished that thought.
I positioned myself over him, then looked down with a bit of hesitance and more than enough frustration. "I've never done this before," I said quietly, unable to suppress the bit of nervousness in my voice.
Bob's fingers combed through my hair and he smiled at me. "No worries, my love." His hands slid down and cupped my ass, spreading my cheeks. One finger brushed my entrance, then slid in a little. I bit my lip against the pain that instantly flared up and moved around some to get used to the feeling. "Go slowly, Harry. I don't want to hurt you."
That made me grin. "I've heard that before."
"Yes, but at that point, I was talking about bandages and wounds, my dear boy." Bob looked down pointedly and I followed his eyes.
I copied his raised-eyebrow look from a minute earlier and he chuckled. "So you're playing it that I have no clue as to what I'm doing, huh?" I didn't give him the chance to answer because I grabbed his cock, wrapped my other hand around his neck for balance, and slid down his body. His cock brushed my entrance, off-center a little, so I shifted to the right.
"Keep going," Bob purred softly, his fingers kneading my cheeks and making me tremble. "Mmm, Harry, down...go down--"
I hissed through clenched teeth, feeling the strain in my legs, and pressed down on his cock. Bob moaned loudly as part of his cock sunk in, and I followed his moan with one of my own at the feel of him inside me.
Thick and pulsing with every beat of his heart, Bob's cock slid in deeper as I wiggled around, my hands pressing down hard on his shoulders so I didn't topple over. From the look on his face and the way I was feeling, this wasn't going to take long at all. I took a deep breath and shoved my body down in one swift motion. His cock rammed in to the hilt and it hurt, but the second he thrust back in response, the burn gave way to a rush of pleasure.
Bob's arms wrapped around my ribcage and his hands slid up to cling to my shoulders, holding me down as his hips bucked. "Oh...Harry..." He could barely spit out a few words before having to take a bunch of deep, gasping breaths. I understood how he felt. His cock inside me should have felt strange...it had been a very long time since I'd felt that, but it, instead, felt so wonderfully right.
I gripped his shoulders even harder and started to rock slowly, forcing him to follow my rhythm. "Bob, gods...have no idea-"
Bob jerked my head down for a kiss, and I could feel him tremble beneath me as I lost the little bit of rhythm we had when our lips touched. We both groaned as I jerked my hips frantically, seeking that mind-numbing pleasure, my cock skating across his belly in desperate need of friction. Somehow, Bob noticed this, and one of his big hands left my back and grabbed my cock, thumb rubbing small circles over the tip.
I gasped and cried out his name, cursing him at the same time. "Fuck...Bob...you bastard..."
"Harry, darling, my love...so tight-" A shaky gasp, and then he groaned again.
The apartment was filled the sounds of our cursing, the bed creaking, soft whumping of flesh against flesh, and the sharp scent magic and sex. Bob's body tightened and his grip on my shoulder became almost painful, and I barely had time to look down before he whispered, "Harry, love-" and came with a breathy roar that sounded like his lungs had just exploded. His body arched upward, back spine-crackingly bowed, and I felt pulse after pulse of hot semen inside me.
That was all it took, the feel of his orgasm and the look of complete satisfaction on his face before I was pushed over that edge. Eyes screwed shut, my head fell back and I moaned his name, my hips jerking forward in response to the way he was pulling on my cock. My muscles clenched around the softening cock inside me, drawing out his aftershocks enough to make him sputter my name one last time before slumping against the headboard.
My head clanged and my eyes had to refocus afterwards, but when I had enough of my right mind back to look down at him, he was smiling sleepily at me, his hands now soft and tender on my body. I had a hard time moving off of him, a combination of stiff, sore muscles and the fact that when I moved, my joints actually creaked, making me wince. But that pain covered up the discomfort of pulling myself off his cock.
Bob pulled me down beside him and I welcomed his embrace, snuggling into his arms and deciding that the world could end tomorrow, so long as I didn't have to leave this bed or abandon the man whose body I was entangled with. I strained up enough so that I could brush a kiss over his lips and he sighed contentedly, murmuring against my mouth in a comforting way.
I felt sleep tug hard at the back of my eyes and I closed them, loving the warmth of his body against mine, the way he tucked his head under my chin, almost childlike, and sighed again.
With the little bit of energy I had left, I whispered, "I love you, Bob, and I'm so sorry...for everything."
He didn't respond with words. He didn't need to, because he linked his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand, then snuggled in closer and let his body go lax.
That was all the confirmation I needed.