"I dunno. It's bio-degradable, isn't it?" Both Harry and Karl peered at the can, looked at each other, and shrugged. "And it's edible, too," Karl supplied, trying to be helpful. Hell, if Harry wanted to use icing, who the fuck was he to argue? He just wanted Harry naked. Well, completely naked, at any rate. Shirtless was wonderful, but full on naked Harry was a natural wonder. Naked Harry would go quite well with Karl's nakedness. "Why aren't you naked, anyway?" "Because you haven't undressed me," Harry pointed out, smile playing on his lips. "And it is rather rude of you not to completely unwrap all of your gifts, I might add." "Sounds more to me like you're just trying to get out of the work of doing it yourself," Karl grumbled, but only slightly. Undressing Harry was one of Karl's greatest joys. "So, yes, back to the icing bit," he said, dropping to his knees to unbutton Harry's jeans. Slowly. After all, his birthday, he may as well enjoy the 'unwrapping.' "Dunno, sounds a bit festive, don't you think, and...um...Jesus, Karl..." Karl simply smiled around Harry's cock. "You were saying?" Karl asked breathlessly, long minutes later, when he was flat on his back on the kitchen table, Harry's lovely naked body pressed into his, Harry's extremely lovely, wet mouth driving him into oblivion. Harry lifted his mouth from Karl's neck, frowned. "About?" "Icing? Lube?" "Ah yes, that." Harry flailed out with one seeking hand, grabbed the can of icing. "You want to?" "Only if you put it on me," Karl replied, somewhat distracted by Harry's mouth, which was right back on Karl's neck, doing that lovely tongue roll/twist thing that made Karl completely weak at the knees. Good thing he was lying down. Harry's impatient fingers ripped off the lid, swiping a generous amount of icing before reaching between their bodies and lathering the sticky substance on Karl's cock. Okay, forget the mouth -- or not, since it was still doing that roll/twist thing -- Harry's hands needed to be immortalized in song. Or a book. Or bronzed. Something. He had this flick/rub thing (kind of like the roll/twist thing, only different) that he did with his thumb and forefinger that just... "Fucking hell, Harry..." ...did something to his cock. Add the sticky sliding of icing to the flick/rub thing, and Karl was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it to the next portion of his birthday festivities. Except, ah, mercifully -- or not, seeing as how Harry stopped -- Karl would make it after all. "Where do you want me?" Harry asked, tongue now doing that roll/twist thing on Karl's ear. Um, bronze the tongue as well. "Here's good." Here was great, here Karl could look up and see Harry pleasuring himself with Karl's cock, just...like...oh, yes, that. God, Harry was gorgeous, all full of Karl, knees pressing against Karl's hips, chest and face flushed, eyes almost black as Harry rode him, slid up and down Karl's sticky slick shaft. This was the best birthday present a man could get, this was the reason birthdays were invented. Just to get the sublime satisfaction of watching a cherished lover as need overcame them, as they gave themselves over to pleasure. Yes, it could definitely be said that Karl was loving his birthday, loving it very much. Loved Harry moving over him, loved Harry surrounding his cock. Karl dipped his own hand in the small jar of icing, wrapped fingers around Harry's cock, watched the slow play of emotions flicker across Harry's beautiful face. Watched lust, desire, want, need, love tumble into each other, tangle around each other. "You...umm, yes...are so utterly...just like that...gorgeous, you...know that?" Karl punctuated his question by rising his hips to meet Harry's down stroke, one hand pushing on Harry's hips, the other continuing to fist Harry's cock. "Not...God, yes, right there...gonna argue with...Christ...you on your birthday." "Good." Karl leaned up, captured Harry's mouth with his own, tongue doing its own slide/sweep thing that had Harry clutching his shoulders, moving almost violently on Karl's cock. Yes, watching Harry lose control, feeling Harry come on his hand, convulsing around Karl, on Karl...definitely a present worth savoring, worth drawing out, worth... "YesHarryGod" ...everything. Afterglow was certainly everything it was cracked up to be. Except for the after part, which, while lovely, wasn't quite as lovely as the during part. But, nothing really does last forever, and the after part meant that Harry was draped over Karl like a blanket and Karl was boneless and satisfied. There were certainly worse things in life. Karl brought his sticky hand to his lips, licked off all the remnants of icing and semen, savored the salty/sweet taste on his tongue. "Quite the combination," he remarked, once his hand was clean. Harry lifted his head from the crook of Karl's shoulder, grinned lazily. "Guess I'll find out on my birthday." "Come here, and I'll give you a sample." Kissing Harry in the afterglow was its own kind of heaven. A glowing Harry took his time, rolled his tongue along Karl's, sipped his mouth, nibbled delicately on his lips. Glowing, kissing Harry should be enshrined. Civilizations had built religions on less. Harry as a religion...lovely thought. "Happy Birthday, cricket." Harry murmured the words along Karl's cheek. "Thank you." Karl sighed, relaxed under Harry's soft kisses and softer touches. "Best present I've gotten so far." "So far?" "Well, it's only breakfast," Karl pointed out, baring his neck to allow Harry's lovely, clever, rolling/twisting tongue access to it. "Day's just...um...started." "Lucky for you your gift is reusable." Karl's touch was soft as he traced the smile crinkles at the corners of Harry's eyes. "I'm a lucky man." Onto The Perfect Gift
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