“Show me what you got then,” Charles replied.
Simon got off Charles for a mere moment to rid himself of his briefs, then pulled Charles’s boxers down and resumed his position. He spat into his hand and ran fingers into his tight, pink hole. He moaned gently as Charles locked his eyes onto him, seeing him push his fingers inside himself turned Charles on more than anything else ever had but he was going to resist and let Simon do the work this time.
Once Simon felt ready he grabbed Charles’s shaft, placing his feet on the mattress either side of Charles and squatted down onto his large, throbbing shaft. Charles moaned as he watched himself vanish inside Simon, he then looked up at the younger man whose face was ridden with both pain and pleasure. Simon kept a smile throughout despite the stinging, he met Charles’s stare and half-opened his mouth in a lingering moan until every, single inch of the larger man was slotted inside of his tight body.
Simon didn’t wait for himself to adjust, not seeing how much Charles enjoyed being buried in him. He lifted himself with his feet and began to bounce on the muscular man, running his hands over Charles’s hairy chest and throwing his golden hair back as he looked towards the ceiling.
“Oh god,” he moaned as he took the entire length over and over.
Charles reached around Simon; he grabbed his firm cheeks and spread them apart as he began to thrust his hips upwards. Simon fell forwards as a result, his mouth falling onto Charles’s and the two began to kiss. Charles continued to pound the younger man above him, going all the way in and pulling all the way back out in swift, rapid motions. He fucked him hard, fast and made sure to hit that sweet spot every time.
As the two got comfortable in their positions Simon pulled away, he knew they could carry on and come to a satisfying conclusion but he still had more to prove. He slowly slid off Charles and turned the other way, sitting back down and taking in every inch all over again. Charles enjoyed this view a lot more, he got to watch Simon’s hole swallow his throbbing, black cock, got to watch himself penetrate the cutest man he’d ever known and got to watch Simon’s body tremble as it took more than it ever had.
Simon began to bounce on him again, this time he reached down to his own shaft as he knelt above Charles’s body. He didn’t just move up and down but thrust forwards and backwards, he pleased Charles in ways he’d never felt as he rode him with every intention of making him shoot deep in his hole.
“You keep that up and I’ll fill you,” Charles moaned as he watched Simon ride him.
“That’s what I want,” Simon responded as he continued his work.
Charles grabbed Simon’s sides, pushing him down, making him take even more of his manhood and moaning loudly in the process. Simon squealed as Charles hit his sweet spot over and over, the tip of his shaft bashing against it and making Simon use every ounce of strength he had to hold back his climax.
“I’m so close,” Simon moaned as his body shivered and trembled.
Charles moaned loudly. He grabbed Simon and thrust upwards into him, burying every inch he had deep in the younger man’s hole and screamed with joy as he felt himself explode. He shot thick, white strands of his seed into the young man, pumping every last drop he had into his body as he arched up from the bed and kissed Simon’s back. At the same time Simon grasped his shaft and felt the fluids breach his tip, shooting across the room in five or six strands before the rest began to leak from the tip.
After a moment of silence, Charles pulled Simon down and tucked him into the gap between his chest and arm which he fit perfectly into. He stroked Simon’s sweaty hair from his forehead and planted a gentle kiss on his nose.
“I think I love you,” he muttered softly.
Simon sat up, he looked down at Charles and felt his heart beating rapidly, he was still coming down from the incredible high the two had just shared but he had enough energy to respond.
“I think I love you too.”
The pair lay together in silence in the blackness of the early morning. They still had hours until sunrise and two days before they’d be separated however the clock was ticking loudly and they both felt it weigh them down. Although neither of them would admit it, they were both terrified of what was to come.
***
“Simon, helicopters here,” Clark walked into the dining room from the courtyard as he shouted the words.
Simon and Charles sat opposite one another with the entire unit surrounding them. They looked at each other immediately; they weren’t expecting the helicopter for at least another six hours.
“I thought I was going in the evening?” Simon protested.
“I don’t make the rules,” Clark responded.
“Probably just wanted you out of the way so we could prepare for deployment. You got your story though, go make us into celebrities.”
Simon stood up and looked at everyone, he avoided Charles’s eyes though because he knew that it’d be too hard to say goodbye in front of the other and keep it formal.
“Well, thank you, everyone,” Simon said as he held a smile on his face with every bit of courage he had in him.
“Want us to see you off?” One asked.
“No, no I can’t do that,” Simon replied.
The guys nodded, they understood all too well the pain of saying goodbye when you didn’t know if you were ever going to see that person again.
“But,” Simon added.
“Could you help me with my bags, Charles?”
Charles looked around; everyone stared at him so he acted as if it was a bit of a chore and sighed.
“Yeah, sure, why not,” he responded.
Charles and Simon walked out of the dining room and into the courtyard with Charles carrying Simon’s bag. The moment they turned the corner out of sight of all possible witnesses the two threw themselves at one another and Simon broke out into tears.
“I don’t want to,” he stomped his feet and cried.
“I don’t want to leave you!”
“Shhh,” Charles tried to calm him and quiet him down.
“I love you, I love you,” Simon grabbed Charles’s face and kissed him; he was overcome with a flood of emotions and was sick of being brave about it.
“I love you too,” Charles responded more calmly but felt the exact same pain tearing him up inside.
“Come with me,” Simon said suddenly.
“What?”
“Come with me, I’ll quit the paper, we can live in my parents’ house, there’s a farm and maids and money isn’t an issue, please, Charles, please.”
Charles sighed and grunted. He wanted nothing more than to stay with Simon but he couldn’t do it this way. He couldn’t abandon his duty.
“Simon,” he said in a stern voice.
“I love you. I’ve never been in love before but I know I love you.”
“But?” Simon added.
“But we have jobs to do; I can’t abandon my men just like you can’t abandon the paper. Not like this, not when they need me and the paper needs you. Please, go home and write that story and then quit afterwards if that’s what you really want. Those men deserve to have their story told by you, they deserve that in case they don’t get a chance to tell it themselves.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” Simon was sniffing, holding back more tears, trembling with fear at the thought of never seeing Charles again but most of all he was struggling to even stand.
“I promise you, I promise that when I make it out of here I will find you.”
“When? How?”
“I don’t know when but I remember those addresses, I know where the paper is and if you move I’ll track you another way. I am in the military you know,” Charles ended his sentence with a soothing smile that calmed Simon down.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The two took a moment to compose themselves, they shared dozens of kisses and held each other for what felt like hours. However, time was an issue and the pilot could be heard asking where
Simon was to one of the other men on board. Charles grabbed the bag he dropped on the ground, gave Simon one, last kiss and then continued onwards leaving Simon to wipe his tears and follow.
Simon was guided onto the helicopter by two men in uniform who told him he was about to be blindfolded due to the secrecy of the location. As he took his seat and gave them the okay he looked at Charles for what could be the last time in his life. He smiled, waved and then felt the cloth cover his eyes. He began to shed tears the moment he knew Charles couldn’t see it but the older man could still tell as he watched Simon’s face pull and frown.
The helicopter lifted off as Charles walked back to the base. He kept his eyes on it the entire time and lingered in place for minutes after it had vanished from sight. He didn’t know what the future held for him but he knew he’d never forget Simon.
--THE END--
Intimate by Design
"How many letters of recommendation do I have to write?"
"Sixteen, ma'am."
"And how many have I written?"
"Forty, ma'am."
"That's quite enough with the ma'am’s, Evan. I'm not a grandmother."
"Understood, Lily."
"That's better."
"Will you be seeing Victor this evening, Lily?"
"Yes. Evans, will you remind me to wear the white gown?"
"Conditions indicate temperatures will be unseasonably low, and I'm concerned the gown is very thin. Shall I light a fire?"
"Perfect."
"And dinner, still pan seared ahi with garlic mashed potatoes, roasted carrots and a creme brulee for dessert?"
"You know me well."
"I'll take care of it, Lily. Good afternoon."
Lily pushed the large screen with the palm of her hand, deactivating her assistant. The screen took up the whole wall---it always did; the assistant was present in each room, waiting to be activated by voice or a series of touches. Lily preferred touching, as it seemed more personal, and she was always putting her hands on everything, anyway. It was a side effect of never leaving a building, no matter if the building was six miles in circumference; you had to touch things if it seemed like it wasn't real, or too good to be true.
And everything did feel that way. Lily had spent most of her life in a rural town that provided synthetic meats and alcohol to some of the larger cities. She hated the agriculture business, and looked for a way out from a very early age. For Lily, that was interior design: her mother was a designer, and she would be too. So she studied for two years when she turned sixteen, and since she'd had an early start, passed all of the exams with flying colors. Here she was 8 years later, the head of her own company, and working from home about half of the time.
Tonight wasn't work, although it had started out as work. Victor Flume saw her every week to go over designs for the buildings he put up for various purposes here and there, for some sort of industry. To be truthful, Lily had stopped listening closely the moment she saw the way he responded to a light touch here, or a giggle, or her leg peeking through the slit in her dress. She'd mistaken his friendliness as generational---he was about ten years older, and older men were always more open with her--but that was before the first night they'd kissed. It quickly turned from a simple peck on the lips to a tangle of bodies on the floor, and tended to end up that way pretty consistently. It was fun, but now she found herself sending him messages in the middle of the day, thinking about him when he missed an appointment, and trying to stop her heart from leaping into her throat when he touched her.
Lily thought of the first time as she stepped into her shower. The home the company afforded her was basic by city standards but mind bogglingly advanced to her; her shower was large enough to park a car in, or maybe two small ones that had vertical doors. She used the space now to slowly pace as the warm water cascade down her curves and she massaged shampoo into her hair.
Her mind settled back to the first night they'd crossed over into intimacy, and she allowed herself to remember in full.
She'd been nervous because of rumors of his stoicism and tendency to walk abruptly from eating with no explanation. Lily herself was more laid back, warmer, and fond of casual touching on the arm or back. she of he clients saw it as flirting, and so she'd pull back with those people. But she found herself studying Victor's picture on his business profile and interpreting the closed, handsome expression as an invitation for a challenge. She didn't feel this way very often, and never without explicit direction before----she hated chasing someone who didn't want to be chased---but his hypnotic eyes called to her in a way she couldn't shake. So she decided to feel him out.
Their first two meetings were by the book; he didn't seem to mind any shoulder touching or the lingering handshakes, nor the gentle squeeze she applied at the end of their hug to conclude both meetings. Both nights she'd leaned against the door after closing it to peer into the security camera outside her hall and watch him straighten his tie, look back, and stride down the hall. He left behind the soft scent of some kind of wood, and she guessed it was his aftershave. He'd left his pocket square behind, and she fingers it curiously, noting its heaviness and how carefully it was folded. She lifted the corners to see how big it was, and noticed that he'd jotted notes on a scrap of paper and stashed it inside.
CHOCOLATE MOUSSE, PINK ROSES, it said simply, and her mind flashed back to a conversation they'd had previously about their favorite foods and ideal place settings for spring. Her face flushed a deep pink and her heart beat quickened; why had he written it down? Then again, why had he seemed to pause and look behind him every night as he left? And what man wore cologne to a regular business meeting?
The following week, she wore a tight black cocktail dress with a bra made of a light foam padding that molded her proud breasts into round, delectable accents of cleavage peeking through her V neck. She wore low-heeled pumps and strode purposefully to the door as it chimed, ordering Evan to open the door as she stood with both feet planted squarely and one hand on her hips so she looked more confident than she felt.
He was holding a small cooler and a handful of roses. She smiled, and held out her free hand, which held the pocket sue with his blocky writing. He seemed confused, and then embarrassed. then his eyes slid to her long legs, registered the fabric clinging to her waist and breasts. She dropped the handkerchief, and walked toward him.
He cleared his throat. "I brought you dessert," he said, face returning to normal, and his voice low and already thick with desire. They were inches apart, and Lily silently plucked the cooler from his hands, putting it on the coffee table beside the or as the glass slid shut with a soft ping. They were staring into each other's eyes, neither daring t speak.
"I thought we'd try something different," Lily said shyly, tilting her face upward and breathing gout so her words brushed his lips.
He was staring at the curve of her lips. "Like what?"
He watched her kick off her pumps. She slipped both hands into the soft fabric of his pants pockets, laughing at the gasp he let out while her fingers found his partial hardness.
"Like...get to know each other...on the inside?"
She was lowering the zipper on his pants, reaching inside his boxers, and curling her fingers around his shaft as it stiffened and lengthened.
Panic dance in his eyes for a brief second, and she could tell he ain't expected this. "Lily," he began, and she guided one of his hands under dress to show him her shaved vulva and the wetness between her legs, and he stopped as he found her clit and use two fingers to press into her, bringing her chest forward tantalizingly.
"I...I need this to stay simple," he said, using his index finger to swirl circles of fiery pleasure around her incredibly sensitive flesh. "I can't...we can't let this get out control."
Lily stopped him with a kiss. "Perfect," she moaned, and every other word was pushed away from her lips as Victor gratefully covered her lips with his and dove into her pussy with two wet fingers, massaging her clit with his thumb.
They moved to the couch, and she shyly knelt between her eyes to brush her aching clit with his lips and then pull back on her hood before lightly flicking his tongue across her clitoris in a move that stole the air from her lungs . Her toes curled as a orgasm rocked her unexpectedly, and before she knew it, she was watching his slim, chiseled body peel itself out it his suit and position himself between her legs, swelled to bursting, before slowly robbing the head of his cock over her opening.
"Do you want it?" he teased.
"Yes!" her hips thrust forward, and he pinned her with one hand.
"Close your eyes. Keep them closed."
She did as she was bid, and opened her legs wider. She felt the weight of him, and how wide he was, right before he filled her in one swift motion and caused her to scream his name.
He wasted no time showing her how much he'd been wanting this, and gripped her small waist as he slammed his hips into her, lifting her with each passionate stroke and moaning her name desperately. He covered her face with kisses and sucker her nipples enthusiastically, making her tremble in a mix of delight and anticipation.
"Deeper," she begged, and she gasped as he obliged, pushing himself in as far and as hard as he could go, bumping into her cervix. She liked it, loved it even, relished the mixture of pain and pleasure his length brought her. every inch moved through her body and sent intense pleasure thrumming through her bones.
"Victor, Victor, yes," she whimpered. saw her opening her eyes slapped her face gently, and she bit her lip in surprise and a curious rush of excitement . "Eyes closed," he said. She was pondering her reaction when he slowed and he asked, "was that ok?"
She opened her eyes and grinned. "Yes," she said.
He smiled back, a glint in his eyes. "Let's try something else then."
He pulled out of her and flipped her over, bending her over the couch back and spreading her legs before bending over to gently press his tongue to her asshole. She writhed and giggled, and she twitched her hips, indicating she missed his presence inside, and he steadied her hips before pushing his head just into her opening, laughing as she pushed back greedily pushed back into him, swallowing him whole. He slapped her ass, another burst of pain to mix with her pleasure.
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