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“Jakob, what’s this?”
“Something to remember me by!”
“Jakob? You didn’t need to get me anything,” Kevin takes the very plain looking box Jakob holds out to him, “You’ll be gone for like a week? At most?”
“I know, but… You might miss me,” Jakob grins, “and need…” he coughs, trying not to laugh, “Something to remember me by!”
“Jakob… I’m not going to forget you-” Jakob throws his arms around Kevin, and kisses him deeply. An attempt at stopping him from saying anything more.
“Open it after I leave,” Jakob instructs as he pulls back.
“Is that why you didn’t give me it at the airport?” Kevin asks, eyebrow raised. He knows a clue when he sees one.
“Maybe,” Jakob giggles, “Speaking of the airport, we better go!”
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“Kevin!” Jakob’s smile seems to take up the entire screen, “Just checked in,” and he pans his phone to show Kevin the hotel room, like Kevin hasn’t seen 100s of them in his life.
“Can I open this now?” Kevin says, holding the small nondescript box up to the screen. Whatever it is will be far much interesting than the nondescript hotel room Jakob is in.
Jakob tries to hold back his giggle, but he’s a little disappointment that Kevin’s not already opened it, used it, and isn’t phoning him now to show him how much he enjoyed it. “Sure!” he says.
Kevin opens the box with the more care than it needs, granted he is attempting to do in with a single hand, but he’s graceful in a task that doesn’t require it. His cheeks turn a bright red as his eyes land on a male masturbator sex toy. He can hear Jakob giggle.
“Jakob-” he starts, but he doesn’t know what to say. He just knows he is happy that Jakob decided not to give him the box or have him open it at the departure gate.
Kevin slowly takes the toy out of it’s inner packaging, still treating with great care. He holds up the toy to his phone, showing Jakob like Jakob purchased it with his eye closed.
“It’s a tulip!” he says, again as though Jakob has never seen the toy before.
“Something to remember me by!” Jakob laughs.
A tulip! Kevin smiles as he recalls Jakob’s answer to the question, ‘what flower would you be?’
“You should test it out,” Jakob says, giggles growing in frequency, intensity and volume. “You should test it out now!”
“T-test…?” Kevin murmurs.
“Yes, Kevin, you should test it. And quickly! I ordered room service already. Oh! And you should show me!”
“I need lube…” Kevin muses quietly, “And Big Richard!”
“Big Richard?”
“To balance the phone on,” Kevin says like Jakob should know this already. Then he adds. “He’s not with you, is he?” and he looks at phone screen for the first time since Jakob showed him his room.
“No, I left him behind,” Jakob’s tone manages to sound disappointed and giddy. “He’s-” Jakob continues, but Kevin’s already left the screen, “Oh,” Jakob says to himself, “He’ll find him.”
Jakob uses the time Kevin is busy collecting supplies to get himself comfortable. He strips himself entirely, and rearranges the pillows into a comfortable pile behind him. He settles in, waiting for Kevin to reappear.
When he does, Jakob is treated to an incredibly too close Kevin as he attempts to balance his phone on the balls of Jakob’s giant penis teddy, affectionately called Big Richard, tongue poking out his mouth, clearly deep in concentration. Jakob chuckles.
Then Kevin settles back. Jakob bites his lip as he watches Kevin stroke himself until he’s fully erected.
“Kevin?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“You look so hot all flushed like this,” Jakob smiles. Kevin is not yet in his beautiful, blissful flushed state. His cheeks do have a light dusting of pink spreading across him, like the heat raising through his body. But still, Kevin is hot, in any state, and Jakob should tell him more.
Jakob slowly lets out a shaky breath as he watches Kevin pour lube so liberally over himself.
“S-Spread it out” Jakob bites his lip, as Kevin runs his hand fluidly up and down his cock. Before Jakob lets his mind run away with itself, and his pleasure to take over, he allows himself a moment to note, and take delight from, Kevin seemingly following his directions. “Perfect,” Jakob murmurs, almost too quietly for even himself to hear.
Kevin then grabs the flower masturbator and begins to squeeze lube into it. Jakob watches too intensely as Kevin’s hand wrap around the bottle as he squeezes it until his knuckles are pale. His mind drifts to thinking about Kevin’s long lean fingers wrapping around him like that, applying pressure on him like that. He knows Kevin’s pressure, knows his touch. He lets go of the bottom lip he hadn’t realised he had captured again, and allows a sigh to escape. Mindlessly, his hand has grabbed his growing hard-on and he begins to stroke himself.
“Kevin…” Jakob breathes out, eyes starting to slowly flutter shut.
“Hum?”
“Please?” Jakob knows he could never match Kevin’s touch: his pressure, the way his fingers dwarf his own, his tenderness. He wants… Needs… his hand. He pleads, despite Kevin not being able to do anything, and Jakob knows this- it’s why he is pleading.
“Y-yes,” Kevin breathes and he takes the tulip to his tip. He lets out a sharp, near piercing hiss as his cock touches the cold toy. Kevin should have warmed it, he realises now. He was perhaps too eager to please, to share this experience with Jakob, to properly prepare – despite him preparing himself and his phone with his usual care.
“Slowly, please?” Jakob breathes the words out almost too quietly.
Kevin pushes the toys up his own length slowly, following Jakob’s direction. He hears Jakob murmur softly, but it’s too soft, or far away for him to hear, and the squelching of the lube in the toy masks his quiet vocals.
Jakob tries to move his hand at the same speed as Kevin. He tries to keep pace, but as he watches Kevin fall slowly into euthopia, he wants to chase his own.
“P-put your thumb o-over the air vent?”
Kevin’s groans indicating that he has followed Jakob request. The vacuum Kevin creates gives the toy a pleasurable pulling sensation on the downward stroke. He bites his bottom lip, and allows his head to fall back. His chest begins to turn pink, and his eyelids seem to be too heavy to keep open.
Kevin doesn’t wait for Jakob’s instruction to bring the toy back up his length. He wants to again feel the inside of the toy working him; littered with small, soft nibs designed to create a pleasure and simulate the feeling of being inside a warmth that’s not your own hand, are pleasurable and better than his own hand.
But like Jakob feels his hand could never match Kevin’s, the toy is not the same as Jakob’s warmth.
Jakob forces his eyes open to watch Kevin take a full stroke up and down. He watches. Kevin’s hand covers the toy almost entirely, but it takes nothing away from the experience. Jakob can hear the occasional puff of air releasing, and the wet noises of the lube squelching: they are the only reminder that Kevin is using a toy. Kevin’s moans mostly mask those sounds, and Jakob focuses on those. He allows his eyes to close, as he tries to imagine his hand is Kevin’s.
Kevin is hot in his flushed state: his warm skin glistens with a thin shimmer of sweat as it slowly turns a deeper red. His eyelids are closed, mouth open and knuckles pale. His chest raises and falls rapidly. Breaths shallow, and frequent. His hand aches.
Jakob mirrors Kevin, looking equally beautiful in his messy state. His skin glows with a warmth that matches the colour it’s turning. He, too, as a shimmer of sweat over his body, Eyelids closed with pupils blown beyond their tolerance for even soft lighting. He breathes like it’s painful too. His chest also raises and falls rapidly.
“L-louder, Kevin!” Jakob begs, as he throws his head back. He chases his own pleasure entirely now. Kevin’s moans is his soundtrack, as he allows himself to find and fall into his euphoria.
“Close”
“Jakob...”
They cum moments apart, each saying the others' name.
Jakob thinks he see stars, then blackness. Kevin feels like every muscle is screaming. Jakob feels his every breath getting easier to take. The heat from their skin slowly dies along with the dying embers of their orgasms. Jakob hears his heartbeat hammering in his chest. Kevin hears his steady breathing, slowly returning to it’s usual rhythm.
They calm together, just as they came together.
Kevin is a mess – lube is everywhere: hands, thighs, sheets, his pleasure mixed amongst it, as well as over his stomach. He can feel it. He can smell it. Kevin needs to clean himself and the toy. Oddly, Kevin feels the need to clean the toy so pressingly. He can’t explain it.
Jakob’s hand is also covered in mess, as well as his stomach, thighs and sheets. He, too, feels a pressing need to clean himself up.
Jakob’s the first to speak, “I like your gift!” he laughs breathlessly.
Kevin attempts to laugh, but he too doesn’t have enough air to fuel it. He shakes his head. A tulip! “I enjoyed it too!” he smiles and faces his phone screen.
“Phone me if you miss me again,” Jakob grins.
“Jakob,” Kevin sighs softly, “I miss you already,”
Jakob, too, wants little more than to snuggle into the crook of Kevin’s arm, or neck: his favourite spot. He sighs knowingly. Instead, he’s got a mess on his hand, a damp pillow behind him, and cold sheets to snuggle into. Kevin’s warm, and post-bliss haze miles away from the reality that he faces.
“Kevin? My room service will be here soon” Jakob sounds upset.
“I’ll be here when you're done,” Kevin smiles warmly, “Love you, tulip!”
Jakob tries not to blush, and swoon too much over his sweet new pet name, “Love you too, Kevony!”
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