//Dave?// //Library.// Dave glanced up when Harry's shadow filled the doorway. "What are you reading?" Harry asked, loosening his tie. His shirtsleeves were already rolled up to reveal muscled forearms, and Dave had to stop himself from licking his lips at the sight. "One of Vig's infernal contracts." Dave dropped the papers on the table beside his chair, and lifted the glass to his lips, watching Harry over the rim. Instead of sipping, he accidentally took a large gulp when blunt fingers unfastened a few buttons to reveal a small triangle of bronzed flesh. "Everything okay?" "Mmhmm," Dave gasped, swallowing & clearing his throat. "Just...um..." He completely lost his train of thought as Harry finished unbuttoning his shirt and untucked it from his slacks, letting it hang loose from his shoulders. Harry moved to the bar, the linen shirt rippling over his back. "Doesn't he ever give you real work?" He smiled as he poured himself a tumbler of Scotch. "You want another glass?" "What? Oh. Sure." Dave shook his head, forcing his eyes away from Harry's body. He could feel amused eyes on him when Harry turned to face him. "I actually prefer this to what I was doing earlier." "And what were you doing earlier?" Dave accepted the glass pressed into his hand with a smile, watched out of the corner of his eye when Harry sank into his favorite chair. "Rewriting a bunch of mind-numbing contracts that had me crossing my eyes." Dave grinned, idly rotating his hand so the wine whirled. "That is, until Orlando came by and provided a pleasant and much needed distraction." "Is that why we're at the retreat tonight? You wear the child out?" "Is it possible to wear him out?" Harry's deep laughter echoed throughout the room. "I'm not sure. But it's been fun trying." "Well, he was still his usual bouncy self when I left," Dave stated, grinning back at Harry. "Little quieter than usual, but not worn out." "Did you just say quiet?" Harry teased. "Are you sure the world isn't ending?" "Not quiet." Dave chuckled. "Quieter. The child thinks too much." "He's had a lot to deal with lately." Dave nodded as he set his glass on the table, running a finger around the rim. "Yeah, he has. He seems to be handling it pretty well, though. For the most part." "I think my last night alone with him helped," Harry mused. "I think teaching him to take control and go after what he wants has been good for him. It'll do him good to remember that he's an equal in all aspects of our relationships, especially sexually." Dave mentally gulped, bit his bottom lip. Orlando taking control of Harry... Jesus. He stared at Harry, glass forgotten under his hand. "You, ah...bottomed for Orlando? Surprised he kept that to himself." "He didn't tell you about it?" Dave shook his head, unable to speak. Harry hadn't denied it. Oh God...oh fuck... The images running through Dave's mind had him shifting restlessly in his chair. He ran a hand through his hair, surprised that it wasn't shaking, and took a deep breath. "Are you serious?" "Why wouldn't I be?" Harry stated the matter simply. "Anything for any of you. That's what the bond is about." Anything? For any of them? "So you'd...for me?" Dave couldn't even wrap his head around the concept, let alone the question. "Of course." Of course. That simple. Dave stared at Harry in amazement. "Of course?" Harry set his glass on the table, slid to his knees, moved to Dave's chair. "You want to?" Dave nodded, the movement jerky. "God yes," he breathed. He had to be dreaming. It was the only explanation. Harry knelt between Dave's legs, placed his hands on Dave's thighs, leaning up until their lips were almost touching. "Then come get me." Dave's hands shot out to tangle in Harry's open shirt and yank him forward. "I've already got you," he stated as his lips covered Harry's, tongue sliding into Harry's mouth. Harry returned the kiss full-throttle, and Dave reacted the same way he did every time Harry kissed him. His brain shut down, and his body reacted on pure instinct. He was sliding off the chair before he even registered the motion, tongue pumping and twisting against Harry's, so hot he knew his clothes and skin were melting off his body. He lifted his head, breathing ragged, certain his face was flushed. His hands gripped Harry's shoulders, and he looked down to discover himself in Harry's lap. When the hell had that happened? He lifted his gaze again to find amused eyes watching him. "What?" "Nothing." Dave arched an eyebrow. Nothing, his ass. "What?" "You're just..." Harry leaned in, nipped Dave's soft lower lip... "like Orlando sometimes." Dave arched his back into the touch, eyes starting to drift closed. Harry knew exactly the right places to touch to turn him into a puddle. Wait. Focus. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Pliant." Another slow sweep of lips across his jaw. "Needy." Strong hands reducing his body to ash. "Yielding." "I am not," Dave groaned, fought the urge to just give in, fought his body's almost instinctive urge to submit. His hands tangled in hair, lifted Harry's head. And then Dave claimed Harry's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues dueling, as their hips rocked against each other. //Then prove it. I won't break.// Prove it. Dave thought his mind was going to implode from the very idea. With a muffled growl, Dave coaxed Harry's tongue into his mouth. His hands dropped, shoved Harry's shirt down his arms, raced over bare skin. Harry arched into his touch, demanding and challenging. //Harder.// So Dave did. Sucked harder on the tongue twisting in his mouth, raked his nails harder across naked flesh, ground his hips harder against Harry's. He wanted the surrender, wanted what had been given so freely to Karl, to Orlando. Wanted it right the fuck now. One hand came up to tangle in Harry's hair, pulling his head back. "You want harder?" he asked, voice soft, low. Then his lips were on Harry's throat, sucking hard enough to leave a dark purple mark as his hands ripped at Harry's trousers before sliding inside to stroke him roughly. "I want you to lose control." "You first," Dave said against the underside of Harry's jaw. His hand moved steadily, roughly, stroking, squeezing, did a sort of twist thing that he'd picked up from Karl. His thumb slid over the tip, gathered the liquid there, slicked it along the length as his mouth moved back down Harry's throat, fangs grazing over a collarbone. Harry pumped into his hand, arms still trapped in the shirt. Dave leaned back for just a moment, admired the gleaming, muscled chest in front of him, the strong line of Harry's jaw, the way dark hair fell back in waves as Harry tilted his head, invited Dave's lips to roam and take at will. "Yes..." "Yes, what?" "More of..." Harry growled low in his throat when Dave hit a particular rhythm, "that..." Dave licked his lips, leaned in so his mouth was close to Harry's ear. "Know what I'm going to do?" His tongue traced the whorls of Harry's ear, his teeth nibbled at the lobe. And all the while his hand continued to move. "I'm going to make you come, and then I'm going to fuck you." Harry bucked and groaned against him, cock smooth and heavy under Dave's relentless hand. Dave sank his fangs into Harry's neck just below his ear, and tasted blood, just as Harry came with a shuddering, wordless moan on his fingers. //Fuck...// //Not yet.// Dave wanted more, wanted that same mindless want Karl had told him about. //Come for me again.// His sped his hand back up over Harry's cock, stroked it into full hardness, hand slick with come and sweat. He altered his rhythm, grinned when Harry groaned. He wanted this right here, wanted Harry's surrender, wanted to hear Harry beg. "Again," he ordered, teeth closing on Harry's lower lip. Harry twisted up under Dave's hand, hands clenching helplessly at Dave's arm, attacked him with a spearing tongue as Harry's second orgasm rocked through them both, had Dave on the brink himself. "Goddamn..." Harry gasped, chest heaving with exertion. Dave smirked, let his lips feather across Harry's jaw. "Ready for round three?" he asked, moving to strip Harry's clothes off. Handjobs were all well and good, but he wanted Harry naked. Now. Sooner if possible. "Absolutely." Harry tugged on Dave's shirt with impatient fingers, ripping the cloth as they both fumbled and tugged, getting each other naked in between harsh, deep kisses. "Good," Dave growled, kicking his jeans across the floor. He fumbled at the side table, managed to rip the drawer open, pulled out the bottle of lube that was kept there. He turned back to Harry, pulling him up to his knees and turning him so that he faced the chair, away from Dave. Harry glanced back at him, arched his hip in invitation. "Need me to engrave something for you?" he asked with a slow smile. "No, just admiring the view." Dave grinned and flattened his palm against one cheek in a loud smack. His grin widened at Harry's growl. File that away for future reference. Things to do to Harry to make him make that noise. He lifted the bottle and watched in avid fascination as the clear liquid ran out, slid down the base of Harry's spine and between his cheeks. Then, he leaned forward, chest pressing against Harry's back as his hand slid between Harry's legs, fingers probing. He slid one inside, added a second when Harry growled again and pushed back against his hand. Fuck it. He couldn't wait another second. He pulled his hand back, replaced them with his cock, and started to push. Harry immediately thrust against him, and Dave sank in deeper, hissing between his teeth at the incomparable sensation. Tight beyond all measure, so hot Dave thought he was in a flash-fire. Heat prickled his skin, clawed into his nerves. "I won't break," Harry repeated, rocking back into him, voice a throaty purr. No, he wouldn't. Dave knew that. Instead of speaking, he bent forward, fastened his mouth over the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder, and sucked hard as he slammed the rest of the way in. And had to pause, fingers clenching Harry's waist in a bruising grip, as he fought for control. Jesus. Nothing -- not Karl, not Orlando, not the other lovers Dave had had through the years -- prepared him for this. Blinding heat tore through him as he started to move, every nerve focused on his cock sliding in and out of Harry with uncontrolled movements. Breathing was forgotten, thought was forgotten, everything was stripped to the bone. There was only Harry, bucking into him, thrusting back at him, shredding him from the inside out. Dave dragged Harry's head back, fastened his lips to Harry's neck, sucking and licking before sinking sharp fangs into soft flesh. Jesus...fuck... He groaned deep in his throat when Harry's blood hit his tongue, flooded his mouth, burned into his very cells. One hand slid over Harry's hip, around, reaching, heavy heat filling his hand as his hips pistoned against Harry. Harry shoved back against him, thrust forward into his fist, and Dave could feel everything he was feeling. And he wondered if it was possible for him to die from sheer sensual overload. Over and over he moved, rocked, slammed forward, changing angle and speed, felt Harry under him, in him, around him...drowning in Harry's rich, earthy taste, drowning in Harry's skin. //Jesus, fuck...// //Harder.// Dave was helpless to disobey the groaning command, moved in a blinding rush, hand on Harry's cock a blur. A hairsbreadth away from coming, he felt Harry's orgasm build, wanted to push, wanted...that right there. Harry's hoarse shout filled the room, his mind, felt Harry's orgasm like it was his own, triggering up his synapses in firecracker snaps. Dave's hips slammed against Harry, his orgasm tearing through him, shredding his mind, incinerating his body in a blazing heat that burned everything away and remade him all at the same time. //Fuck...// Dave was surprised he was able to manage that one word as he slumped against Harry's back, still buried deep inside him, tongue licking the small wounds on Harry's neck closed. //Can you move?// Dave was hoping Harry would say yes. Because he didn't think he could move if both their lives depended on it. Besides, it felt too damn good to just lay there, sprawled against Harry's back. //I could if I were forced to.// "God..." Dave had to laugh at that, the sound faint and tired. "So, are we sleeping like this tonight?" Harry snorted, shifted and turned to wrap his arms around Dave's hips. "Not quite. We're just resting here for the moment." "Sounds good to me." "Feel better?" Hands roamed up his back, soft lips pressed into his hair. Bliss...total and completely bliss. Dave decided he wanted to live here, on the floor. Just as long as Harry was with him. "Mmm...much." Dave tipped his head back, offering his lips, smiling when Harry claimed them in a lazy kiss. "How about you?" "I didn't feel bad to begin with," Harry teased, cresting his fangs over Dave's chin. "But I feel much better now." "Oh, you're saying I felt bad to begin with?" Dave's voice was light, but he shivered at the feel of those fangs across his skin. One hand curled around Harry's forearm, slid up to stroke his tricep and shoulder, fingers tracing scars and easing over smooth skin. Harry rolled them both over, and moved from Dave's chin to his shoulders, sucking on his collarbone. "I didn't say that." "Good," Dave murmured, head falling back, fingers tightening around Harry's arm. He absolutely loved the feel of Harry's mouth on his body. "I have to admit, I thought you felt pretty good." "Only pretty good?" Harry asked, grinning against Dave's chest, closing his mouth over a hardened nipple. Dave gasped, spine arching, fingers coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. "Uhh...and, um..." He tried to focus, to remember the question as Harry's fangs grazed the sensitive nub. "If I...say yes?" //Guess I'll have to prove myself to you.// Strong arms lifted Dave's body as Harry's lips roamed, teeth scraped over every inch of Dave's chest, and his hand crept steadily down Dave's body. Dave let out a soft moan. Fuck, he definitely loved Harry's mouth. "Harry, please..." His hips pushed forward in a silent plea for more, and all but whimpered in relief when Harry closed a fist around Dave's cock, lips continuing their glorious slide along Dave's skin. //Keep going.// The soft command fluttered across Dave's brain, liquefying every bone. Harry moved back across his nipple, flicking the nub with his tongue. Pleasure like this couldn't be real. No one could survive, mortal or not. "Harry...." Dave gasped as Harry did something with his tongue at the exact time that his hand twisted. Every cell in Dave's body screamed in pleasure. "Please..." His fingers tangled in dark hair, threaded through it. He was absolutely going to die. But what a way to go. "Want...please...." In answer, Harry flicked his wrist, started a dizzying rhythm. //More.// A silent plea, ripped from his soul as the relentless assault continued on his cock and lips marked his skin. It was too much. Too much and not enough. He felt like he was drowning in sensations, felt like his body was no longer his to control as it moved, arching against Harry, thrusting against Harry's hand. "Please..." Dave managed to choke out, eyes closed tight as his orgasm neared. Bruising lips claimed his in a soul-shattering, deep kiss, and Dave simply fragmented, each tiny shard slinging back into him as he came. Entire universes of color exploded behind his brain as he slumped against Harry's solid chest. He couldn't move, not even when Harry picked him up and settled him across Harry's lap. Didn't think he'd ever move again. Moving was irrelevant, since Dave was dead. Had to be. //Knew it.// Dave couldn't be bothered to talk. He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe. He'd tackle the other things after he remembered how to do that. "Knew what?" Harry asked, running soothing hands down Dave's back. "That you'd do your best to kill me sooner or later," Dave mumbled, trailing off into a yawn as he turned into Harry's warmth. Harry's soft chuckle wrapped around Dave's brain. "I can think of worse things," Harry replied, settling back in the chair, bringing Dave with him. "Mmm...me, too." Dave closed his eyes and relaxed against Harry, turning his head to nuzzle Harry's neck. And once he had a little nap, he'd see about taking care of Harry again. Onto Reciprocation
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