Garet didn’t even finish reading half of it before Isaac pounced, knocking over a small pile of papers. “Stop gawking and help me,” the blond muttered, frantically jerking off. He paused slightly and grabbed one of the other man’s hands, dragging it between his thighs and then placing it on his erection. Garet sluggishly wrapped his fingers around Isaac’s cock, to which he thrust into.
“Isaac, wait…” He let go.
“What?” he growled, all the while going back to masturbating.
“You’ve never acted like this when we… uh… experimented.”
“Jenna… Aphrodisiac… Come on, already.” Isaac sighed when Garet’s hand returned to his cock. He turned his gaze to look up at the blond, who was straddling him.
“Aphrodi… Aphri… What?”
“Sex drug,” Isaac gritted out, removing his trench coat. He reached over and yanked Garet forward by the lapels of his jacket, muttering, “Now stop talking and make it fast,” before sloppily kissing him. The other man’s mustache kind of ruined the effect.
That didn’t last long either since Garet had yet again removed his hand from the blond’s erection, earning him another irritated grunt and an even louder one when Isaac felt his arms being pulled back. “Garet, what are you—“ His complaints were muffled by the other man’s mouth, and he spasmed against him, struggling to breathe.
Garet didn’t let up until he straightened up and took a seat on Isaac’s chair, dragging him onto his lap. He held his wrists back with a large hand. “Garet. Shit…” Isaac cursed and tried to pull them out, but he was still too sore and, to his chagrin, his friend was still stronger than him in a physical fight.
“Relax. You’re supposed to relax, alright?” Garet asked, “So just sit back and let me do all the work.”
“Don’t…” Isaac shuddered when a callused thumb rubbed against the slit on his glans. His senses were overloaded and every touch felt like a jolt of electricity on his skin. He ground his ass against Garet’s thighs and shook violently, his vision spinning. “No, not slow… not slow, damn it…”
“Hm?” He felt Garet’s grin on the nape of his neck, the hand on his straining cock lazily trailing fingertips on it as he wildly thrust his hips against both the hand above and the hard body below. What little friction he managed to get didn’t alleviate the growing pain in his loins.
“Garet, please…” Isaac choked, failing to stifle a strangled sob. His head was pounding, his nerves were shot, and the heat in the rest his body was quickly becoming unbearable. Biting his lip hard, he swore at him again when his hand stopped moving. “I—“
Any words following that were cut once he all but screamed when Garet squeezed and vigorously stroked him. Garet’s mumbles were lost on him when the larger male’s other hand joined in and fondled his balls. A particularly brutal jerk sent him careening over the edge and he groaned, arching his back, as semen streaked onto Garet’s hands.
Isaac panted and slumped onto his chest. The pain was gone, but… He frowned at his still-hard cock. Tanned hands remained there, idly tracing the contours of his thighs, he noted. “Hey,” Garet began, and Isaac grunted for him to continue talking, “How long are the effects of that aphrod… sex drug going to last?”
“I don’t know,” he said, licking his lips when Garet apparently got bored and his hands went back to jerking him off. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his own gloved hand onto Garet’s. “Why did you stop?”
“I saw blood.” Isaac’s eyebrows shot up, and he lifted his free hand to wipe at his mouth. Yeah, blood. A simple Cure fixed the cut on his lower lip and then he went back to grinding his ass against Garet’s obviously growing arousal. He smirked when Garet’s breath hitched and pressed harder.
“Isaac…”
“I know.”
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Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…
Tyrell’s cheeks were puffed with a mouthful a food. “Man, these fishes taste kinda sucky,” he whined after swallowing, spitting out a bone into their small bonfire.
A Helping Hand: Revised 6/?
“Isaac, wait…” He let go.
“What?” he growled, all the while going back to masturbating.
“You’ve never acted like this when we… uh… experimented.”
“Jenna… Aphrodisiac… Come on, already.” Isaac sighed when Garet’s hand returned to his cock. He turned his gaze to look up at the blond, who was straddling him.
“Aphrodi… Aphri… What?”
“Sex drug,” Isaac gritted out, removing his trench coat. He reached over and yanked Garet forward by the lapels of his jacket, muttering, “Now stop talking and make it fast,” before sloppily kissing him. The other man’s mustache kind of ruined the effect.
That didn’t last long either since Garet had yet again removed his hand from the blond’s erection, earning him another irritated grunt and an even louder one when Isaac felt his arms being pulled back. “Garet, what are you—“ His complaints were muffled by the other man’s mouth, and he spasmed against him, struggling to breathe.
Garet didn’t let up until he straightened up and took a seat on Isaac’s chair, dragging him onto his lap. He held his wrists back with a large hand. “Garet. Shit…” Isaac cursed and tried to pull them out, but he was still too sore and, to his chagrin, his friend was still stronger than him in a physical fight.
“Relax. You’re supposed to relax, alright?” Garet asked, “So just sit back and let me do all the work.”
“Don’t…” Isaac shuddered when a callused thumb rubbed against the slit on his glans. His senses were overloaded and every touch felt like a jolt of electricity on his skin. He ground his ass against Garet’s thighs and shook violently, his vision spinning. “No, not slow… not slow, damn it…”
“Hm?” He felt Garet’s grin on the nape of his neck, the hand on his straining cock lazily trailing fingertips on it as he wildly thrust his hips against both the hand above and the hard body below. What little friction he managed to get didn’t alleviate the growing pain in his loins.
“Garet, please…” Isaac choked, failing to stifle a strangled sob. His head was pounding, his nerves were shot, and the heat in the rest his body was quickly becoming unbearable. Biting his lip hard, he swore at him again when his hand stopped moving. “I—“
Any words following that were cut once he all but screamed when Garet squeezed and vigorously stroked him. Garet’s mumbles were lost on him when the larger male’s other hand joined in and fondled his balls. A particularly brutal jerk sent him careening over the edge and he groaned, arching his back, as semen streaked onto Garet’s hands.
Isaac panted and slumped onto his chest. The pain was gone, but… He frowned at his still-hard cock. Tanned hands remained there, idly tracing the contours of his thighs, he noted. “Hey,” Garet began, and Isaac grunted for him to continue talking, “How long are the effects of that aphrod… sex drug going to last?”
“I don’t know,” he said, licking his lips when Garet apparently got bored and his hands went back to jerking him off. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his own gloved hand onto Garet’s. “Why did you stop?”
“I saw blood.” Isaac’s eyebrows shot up, and he lifted his free hand to wipe at his mouth. Yeah, blood. A simple Cure fixed the cut on his lower lip and then he went back to grinding his ass against Garet’s obviously growing arousal. He smirked when Garet’s breath hitched and pressed harder.
“Isaac…”
“I know.”
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Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…
Tyrell’s cheeks were puffed with a mouthful a food. “Man, these fishes taste kinda sucky,” he whined after swallowing, spitting out a bone into their small bonfire.