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Double dates on weekends had become a tradition for them.
It was winter, it was freezing outside, so they were in Ilya and Shane’s living room, chatting about everything and nothing on the sofa.
Chiron and Anya were sleeping next to the fire, completely drained from the amount of hours they had spent running and playing.
Troy’s mind was somewhere else, sometimes that happened to him when he was with people; he just got lost in his thoughts. It was Ilya’s teasing voice what made him reconnect. He was talking to him, a smirk in his face, Troy knew that smile, obviously Ilya was talking about something embarrassing or asking him something about sex.
“Sorry what?” He asked. Ilya burst out laughing. Harris was next to Tory, looking at him and also smiling. That kind of smile when your lips just quirk up a little in the corner. So... they were talking about sex. 100%.
“Ilya was bragging about Shane’s ability to come untouched, but I have told them that I’m really good at that too” Harris waggled his eyebrows at Troy.
Harris and Ilya were having fun with that conversation, but Troy was more conservative when it came to talk about that kind of stuff. It was obvious that Shane wasn’t having a good time. He was as red as a tomato and staring at the floor, huffing and shaking his head. Ilya loved making Shane uncomfortable.
“So, can you do that, or no?” Asked Ilya, seriously.
Troy could feel the heat spreading through his neck and cheeks. “I...” he hesitated, “I don’t know”, “You never tried?” insisted Ilya. Troy just shook his head. “Shane says it’s something else, you should try” he looked at Harris then “You have homework to do”. Shane buried his face in his hands and Ilya’s smile grew even wider.
The conversation went on easily.
Troy’s mind, however, stayed on that quote for the rest of the night.
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Harris noticed something was going on in Troy’s mind. They had been together for over a year now, and he could tell when Troy was starting to spiral into something.
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind?” asked Harris softly. Troy chuckled, “My mind is not beautiful,” he said.
Harris wouldn’t let Troy avoid the question. He gave him that I know something is going on look he had perfectionated through the years.
Troy sighed, knowing Harris wouldn't let it go, and looked him directly into his eyes; “I want to try” his voice steadier than expected, “Coming untouched” Harris’s mouth fell open, of all the things he thought were happening in Troy’s head... that one wasn’t one of his bets.
"If you are okay with it" he said sheepishly.
“I want to help you”, Harris blurted, breaking the distance between them by jumping into Troy's arms and colliding their mouths together in a messy kiss, Troy had to take a step back to prevent falling on his back.
“Eager” he said, smiling against Harris’s mouth, “Bed?” Harris nodded, taking Troy’s hand and guiding him to their bed, decided to make Troy really enjoy this experience.
Harris guided Troy to the edge of the bed, making him sit. He started unbuttoning his shirt, trailing a path of kisses through his muscular abdomen, pausing just above the waistband of his jeans. He looked up, Troy was looking at him, his pupils already dilated enough to make it hard to see the blue in his eyes. Troy nodded, standing up, and Harris unzipped his jeans, letting them fall on the floor.
Troy was hard, his length noticeable against the fabric of his briefs. Harris couldn’t help it, and immediately put his lips on it, feeling Troy’s erection through the soft material. Troy moaned at the contact, his cock leaking precum, making a darker spot appear in his underwear.
Harris took Troy’s boxers with both hands removing them in one move and ate Troy entirely.
Troy gasped; Harris’s mouth was so warm and wet, and it felt amazing against his skin. Harris didn’t make him wait; he started moving his head, amazed by the moans he was making Troy make, accompanying with his hand, stroking the base where his lips didn’t reach.
“Harris” Troy moaned “Get naked, I want to see you too”. Harris couldn’t deny him anything when he was almost begging.
Harris got rid of his clothes, discarding them on the floor.
He pushed Troy on his back, and hauled his legs up in one efficient move, making Troy gasp from surprise.
He admired him, there, lying on their bed, absolutely exposed to him. Harris buried his face between Troy’s cheeks, his wet tongue finding Troy’s hole immediately, putting pressure, making Troy arch into the bed with the sensation.
He was tight. Troy usually topped, and when they had changed roles, he always needed more preparation than Harris. Harris didn’t mind preparing him; he actually enjoyed the feeling of Troy loosening up for, and because of him.
He started trailing circles around with his tongue; their hands intertwined at their side. When he felt Try relaxing, he tried to introduce a little of his tongue inside. Troy moaned at the feeling, his hips already bucking into Harri’s mouth.
Harris broke contact for a second to pour some lube on his fingers and carefully introduced one intro Troy. Troy’s breath hitched at the intrusion at first, but then he said, “More please”, his voice almost a whisper.
Harris cock was hard rock and begging for attention, already leaking precum. He gave himself a couple of strokes, admiring Troy on their bed, begging for him, before adding carefully a second finger, and then a third one.
He leaned on him, smiling, “I have an idea” he told Troy on the ear with his fingers still buried inside, working him up. Troy moaned loudly as Harris scissored his fingers, stimulating his prostate, “What if I make you come with one of the toys?” Harris asked seductively, grinning.
Troy moaned again, arched on the bed as Harris worked him with his experienced fingers. They locked their eyes and Troy nodded.
Harris went to the nightstand with Troy groaning at the loss of Harris's fingers, chose the perfect dildo and lubed it up, before poking the tip against Troy’s hole.
“You can’t touch yourself, okay?” Troy nodded, “I want you to say it”. Troy felt vulnerable, but damn it, it was so hot when Harris was bossy. “I won’t, I promise”. “Good boy” murmured Harris in his ear before introducing the toy in one hard thrust.
Troy held his breath, his body getting used to the intrusion. God, that dildo was big. Harris stayed there, kissing his neck softly. “Okay?”, “Move”, and so he did. Harris started to move the toy in and out. Then he leaned again kissing Troy “I’m going to turn it on now, okay?” Troy had never tried one of these toys on himself, so he didn’t know what to expect. He nodded.
Harris turned on the vibration, the jolt of pleasure that ran through Troy’s body was overwhelming. “Oh my God” he cried. It felt good. “I knew you would like it, babe”.
Troy felt pleasure all around his body. Each thrust, accompanied by the vibration sent waves of pleasure through his body, making it impossible to keep his eyes open. He instinctively reached a hand down, looking for his cock, but Harris took it by the wrist, pinning Troy’s hand above his head, “No touching, remember?”.
“I need to... I’m close, please” Harris’s cock was leaking, he started to touch himself, way too turned on by the sounds Troy was making beneath him. “Come for me, baby. Show me what you can do”.
His hips were buckling against the toy, begging for more. His cock was already licking. Troy could feel his orgasm building in his balls.
In a couple of thrust, it sputtered like a fountain, cum falling all over his abdomen. Harris followed him, adding his cum to the mess on Troy’s abdomen and was able to turn the vibration off before collapsing next to him.
“That was hot” Harris said with a smile, “Wow, that was... awesome” replied Troy, his eyes closed from exhaustion.
Harris took the dildo out of Troy ignoring his complaints and went to the bathroom to clean it up. He returned in a few minutes with a damp cloth and washed Troy carefully.
They settled in the bed, and Troy curled up against Harris’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder.
“You did amazing” Harris kissed Troy’s temple. Troy had already passed out; he used to after sex, but managed to smile and murmur something Harris couldn’t decipher before falling asleep.