Page 79 of Psychic Obsession
It was quick and desperate and kinda perfect.No finesse, no plan.
"Fuck, Frode."Nikolai kneaded his ass, his mouth seeking, and his hips rocking.
Frode rode the high, muscles tensing more and more with every slick slide against his cock.His leg curled tighter around Nikolai as if he wanted to pull him closer despite it meaning he'd trap his hand.He needed the next stroke like he needed his next breath.
"I'm close, baby."One of Nikolai's hands splayed over his ass as if he was afraid Frode would move away from him.
All Frode did was nod; he was close too.Tingles danced over him, and heat burned underneath his skin.He buried his face against Nikolai's throat and allowed sensation to sweep him away.His hips moved of their own accord, his cock kicked in his grip before spilling the first rope of come over Nikolai's stomach.
Nikolai snarled, his fingers dug into Frode's ass and before he had time to come down from his release, Nikolai followed suit, adding to the mess.
Frode sucked in a breath as his muscles went lax.Fuck, so nice.
Nikolai tugged at his braid again, then he slanted his mouth over Frode's in a sweet, soothing kiss.Had someone told him Nikolai kissed like that, he'd have dismissed it with a scoff.Sweet and soothing wasn't something he associated with Nikolai.But then again, he had just come, so he should be feeling mellow.Frode sure did.
They were silent in the dark until their breaths had found a steady rhythm.
"I'll go grab something to wipe off with."Nikolai was halfway off the bed when Frode pulled him back down.
"No.You're not leaving the bed."
Silence for a second, then Nikolai blew out a breath."Right.Sorry."
Frode slid down to the foot end and padded across the room to the door."Stay where you are."
He crossed the TV room.Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, making it easy to navigate, though he'd have managed if it'd been pitch black.He nudged the bathroom door open with his elbow and reached for a hand towel on the open wall shelf.He used it to cover his hand as he turned on the tap and waited until the water was warm before washing himself off, and then wet the towel for Nikolai.
He dried his belly and dick on the bath towel hanging outside the shower, and an image of Nikolai appeared in his mind.He'd touched it.It was fine.One person touching something was fine.
When he got back to the bedroom, Nikolai was waiting for him in the exact same position he'd left him.It made him smile.
"Miss me?"
"Yeah.Get over here."Nikolai flicked his hand in a come-hither gesture.Frode went closer and wiped the towel over his belly.Nikolai took over cleaning himself only to still."Now you'll see me every time you use this towel."
"I'll have to burn it."
Nikolai was back to holding his breath.
"I'm kidding."
"Are you?"
"Yeah."Frode dragged it out."I don't burn things; I donate them to the thrift store on the corner of Second Street."
"You'll donate the towel I've wiped up our jizz with?"
Frode chuckled, plucked the towel from Nikolai's hand, and dropped it to the floor.Then he stretched out on top of him.His skin was a little damp, but he didn't care.Nikolai instantly wrapped his arms around him."I don't give things away after having had one person touch them.For the most part, I'm wearing gloves.Or not when I touch towels, since it most often means I've washed myself, but other things.No one other than Hjalmar comes here, and he knows to use the green towels when he washes his hands, he knows to use the green plates, not touch the remote, and so on.If something happens, like a spilled glass or something, he doesn't care.Then he grabs the closest towel, and it's fine.If I feel touching things is starting to take a toll, I buy new ones, but you having touched my towel once is fine."
Nikolai nodded and kissed his forehead."I don't want to make things harder for you."
"Oh, you made things plenty hard."
A light slap landed on his buttock, and he yelped."What?You did."
"I was trying to have a serious conversation."
"Save it until tomorrow."He yawned."I'm tired."
