Isaac didn’t even realize that he came, convulsing while Garet still continued to pull out, push in, slowly and steadily, regardless of his groans. And then was a pause before he leaned forward, sagging against the blond’s chest, pushing himself in as deep as possible wherein he bucked his hips, putting his whole body into it, each slam loud and quick. The pressure was dizzying and Isaac clamored for a hold on the edges of table, his cock still hard, aching and dragging against their torsos.
Without a counterbalance, each successive thrust rammed his body against the wood, several scrolls rolling off, and he cried out, barely able to breathe when Garet let go of one his legs and circled an arm around a thigh to wrap his fingers around his overstimulated cock. He groaned weakly, his mind losing focus as pleasure spread throughout his body.
Movements became uncoordinated, but Isaac didn’t care. Didn’t care about the splinters digging into his fingers. About the shredded notes that he had devoted several long nights to analyze. About anything at all so long as Garet continued pounding into him hard, forever. He was too out of his mind to care about anything else anymore, mouthing voicelessly for more, making harsh, broken whimpers at the back of his throat. And when Garet shifted, whispering something that his sex-addled mind barely managed to comprehend, arms tensing, Isaac wheezed, breathless, as he drove himself down on Garet’s cock. And Garet shook, violently thrusting, lifting him off the wood with each snap of his hips.
As his movements slowed, Isaac made a low keening sound, body trembling. He vaguely felt disappointed before the hand on his erection tightened as Garet rotated his hips slightly before steadily thrusting again, and Isaac shuddered, arms straining on their hold on the table as his body spasmed, arching his back. His vision spun, and his eyes fell shut. And his mind drifted, satiated and content when he finally came, letting out a long, hoarse moan as his mind blacked out just for that instant. And he collapsed, chest heaving while he gasped for air. Garet followed as his hips stilled, slumping forward, careful to avoid hitting him.
Isaac panted and opened his eyes, dazed. Ignoring the ache in his arms, he tiredly pulled Garet’s body to his for long, drawn-out hug.
“…Thank you.”
And then the front door slammed open.
They froze.
“Hey, dad!” Tyrell bellowed, hoisting the large fish that was slung over his shoulder. His clothes had a light covering a grass and dirt. A despondent Matthew stood beside him. “Look what I—HOLY SHIT! MY EYES! MY FUCKING AWESOME EYES! OLD MAN SEX! AUGHHH!”
The blond stood rooted on the spot, expression frozen in horror. “…D…D…D…”
“Tyrell? Matthew? What are you talking… oh,” Karis gasped once she arrived at the scene. Being the first to regain her composure after mentally approving of the two men splayed right in front of her, she quickly ran inside and struggled to push the boys out. “Oh, well!” she squeaked, almost drowned out by Tyrell’s screams, “It looks like they’re busy right now!”
Matthew made a strangely incoherent gurgling noise.
“Um, er… Sorry, Isaac! Garet!” she called back as if she wasn’t interrupted, “We’ll come back in a few minutes!” The blond frantically shook his head, crouching down and hugging his knees in a fetal position. She saw that and tried again. “Um, hours!”
”DAYS!!” Tyrell shrieked at the top of his lungs before dropping the fish and running off, shouting obscenities for his poor corneas.
Karis stared at the empty spot where the redhead was previously standing and tried to drag Matthew’s immobile form out, frequently glancing at both Isaac and Garet. After getting him out of their line sight, she couldn’t help but sprint back in and gawk at them, imprinting the image into her memory banks. Once satisfied, she grinned and slammed the door closed, all while shouting at Tyrell.
“Wait! Don’t—!”
”NO!! IT BURNS!!”
“Matthew! Wake up!”
“…D… D… D…”
As their voices trailed off, along with a nearby explosion, Garet recoiled, not without noticing Isaac’s jerk as he pulled himself out. He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant. “Well, that certainly killed the mood.”
A Helping Hand: Revised 9/?
Without a counterbalance, each successive thrust rammed his body against the wood, several scrolls rolling off, and he cried out, barely able to breathe when Garet let go of one his legs and circled an arm around a thigh to wrap his fingers around his overstimulated cock. He groaned weakly, his mind losing focus as pleasure spread throughout his body.
Movements became uncoordinated, but Isaac didn’t care. Didn’t care about the splinters digging into his fingers. About the shredded notes that he had devoted several long nights to analyze. About anything at all so long as Garet continued pounding into him hard, forever. He was too out of his mind to care about anything else anymore, mouthing voicelessly for more, making harsh, broken whimpers at the back of his throat. And when Garet shifted, whispering something that his sex-addled mind barely managed to comprehend, arms tensing, Isaac wheezed, breathless, as he drove himself down on Garet’s cock. And Garet shook, violently thrusting, lifting him off the wood with each snap of his hips.
As his movements slowed, Isaac made a low keening sound, body trembling. He vaguely felt disappointed before the hand on his erection tightened as Garet rotated his hips slightly before steadily thrusting again, and Isaac shuddered, arms straining on their hold on the table as his body spasmed, arching his back. His vision spun, and his eyes fell shut. And his mind drifted, satiated and content when he finally came, letting out a long, hoarse moan as his mind blacked out just for that instant. And he collapsed, chest heaving while he gasped for air. Garet followed as his hips stilled, slumping forward, careful to avoid hitting him.
Isaac panted and opened his eyes, dazed. Ignoring the ache in his arms, he tiredly pulled Garet’s body to his for long, drawn-out hug.
“…Thank you.”
And then the front door slammed open.
They froze.
“Hey, dad!” Tyrell bellowed, hoisting the large fish that was slung over his shoulder. His clothes had a light covering a grass and dirt. A despondent Matthew stood beside him. “Look what I—HOLY SHIT! MY EYES! MY FUCKING AWESOME EYES! OLD MAN SEX! AUGHHH!”
The blond stood rooted on the spot, expression frozen in horror. “…D…D…D…”
“Tyrell? Matthew? What are you talking… oh,” Karis gasped once she arrived at the scene. Being the first to regain her composure after mentally approving of the two men splayed right in front of her, she quickly ran inside and struggled to push the boys out. “Oh, well!” she squeaked, almost drowned out by Tyrell’s screams, “It looks like they’re busy right now!”
Matthew made a strangely incoherent gurgling noise.
“Um, er… Sorry, Isaac! Garet!” she called back as if she wasn’t interrupted, “We’ll come back in a few minutes!” The blond frantically shook his head, crouching down and hugging his knees in a fetal position. She saw that and tried again. “Um, hours!”
”DAYS!!” Tyrell shrieked at the top of his lungs before dropping the fish and running off, shouting obscenities for his poor corneas.
Karis stared at the empty spot where the redhead was previously standing and tried to drag Matthew’s immobile form out, frequently glancing at both Isaac and Garet. After getting him out of their line sight, she couldn’t help but sprint back in and gawk at them, imprinting the image into her memory banks. Once satisfied, she grinned and slammed the door closed, all while shouting at Tyrell.
“Wait! Don’t—!”
”NO!! IT BURNS!!”
“Matthew! Wake up!”
“…D… D… D…”
As their voices trailed off, along with a nearby explosion, Garet recoiled, not without noticing Isaac’s jerk as he pulled himself out. He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant. “Well, that certainly killed the mood.”