Author: Dainty Laidy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Andromeda
Tyr lay back on the bed. The maid had been and changed the sheets while they’d been in the shower and now the bed was crisp and clean again. Tyr leaned back and enjoyed the feel of the soft bathrobe and the smell of fresh linen.
Harper limped out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips and scowled at Tyr. Tyr smirked back. The boy was very appealing when he let his temper show.
Harper turned and glared again, this time at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. Tyr had to admit Harper’s body bore testament to the violence of Nietzschean sexual attentions. Bruises, scratches and bite-marks peppered his body. Tyr would have felt guilty, if not for the fact that Harper had been an eager participant.
Tyr felt his cock lifting again, despite the hours and hours of sex the night before and the early morning tumble in the shower.
Harper dropped the towel and winced at the marks on his hips. There were very obvious handprints: one set facing forwards inflicted when Tyr had taken him from behind, and another when Tyr had taken him facing.
Harper hesitated and turned around, twisting and squinting at the mirror as he bent over slightly.
Tyr smothered a laugh. "I’d say you’re as used there as anywhere."
"You can laugh, but I’m not in any shape to take any more for a while. I hurt all over."
"You’ll heal." Tyr openly admired Harper’s naked body, and laughed loud as Harper snatched up the towel to cover himself again. Tyr leaned back a little further, letting Harper see that his bathrobe was tenting out a little.
"You’ve gotta be kidding me!" Harper said, wrapping the towel back around his hips. "There’s no way in hell I’ll be getting it up again today."
Tyr grinned. "Are you sure about that?" He slipped one hand into the robe and rubbed slowly up and down his cock.
"Fuck," Harper said, his eyes going dark with lust. "You know I can’t do anything about it."
"Do I? I think you could come over here and suck me off."
Harper battled with himself and walked over to his bag, which he’d never got around to unpacking the night before. He pulled out a med spray.
"What’s that?" Tyr asked as he untied his robe.
"Medical nanobots. Trance gave ‘em to me before we left."
Tyr froze. "Why?"
"Relax big guy, I didn’t say anything. She just handed it to me and said ‘you might need these, surfing is a dangerous sport’."
"You told her you were going surfing?"
"Well I wasn’t going to say, ‘I’m off for a weekend of fucking with the weapons officer’, was I?"
Harper’s towel slipped a little, exposing a creamy slice of rounded backside. "Are you going to use those nanobots or are you just going to stand there and tease all day?"
Harper grinned and pressed the injector to his neck. "These things need at least an hour to do their job, probably longer considering how much they have to fix."
"Perfect timing," Tyr said, pulling open his robe to display his prominent erection. "You should be ready for the afternoon’s entertainment as soon as you’ve dealt with this." Tyr sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Harper to kneel between his knees.
Harper grinned and walked over. Tyr spread his legs wide and Harper crawled between them to suck at Tyr’s balls. Tyr petted Harper’s hair and sighed with pleasure. Harper’s mouth had attractions all of it’s own.
Tyr was content to sit back and let Harper do as he pleased. It seemed that what pleased Harper was to slowly arouse Tyr by using his mouth on everything but the head of Tyr’s cock. Tyr closed his eyes and breathed slowly, refusing to betray the smallest twitch as Harper licked, sucked and nibbled his inner thighs, balls and the soft skin just below his backside.
Tyr’s control wavered as Harper began sucking on the thick vein at the base of Tyr’s cock. With a low growl Tyr wrapped his fist in Harper’s hair and forced his cock between Harper’s teasing lips. Harper grinned around the thick length and began to suck. Tyr took a tighter grip on Harper’s head and moved his hips so he was fucking Harper’s mouth. Harper gagged and Tyr paused for a moment before starting up again.
Tyr watched in lusty amusement as the bruises cleared from Harper’s skin. They weren’t having much effect on Harper’s lips, pink and swollen from use. Tyr loved to watch his cock sliding between them. Harper was groaning and swallowing hard now and the vibrations combined with the view of Harper seemingly submissive before him triggered Tyr’s orgasm.
Harper’s eyes lit up and he sucked greedily, pulling every last drop of cum out of Tyr, then sat back and smirked at Tyr panting on the bed.
Tyr caught his breath, with an effort of will brought his heart rate down and picked Harper up off the floor and threw him face down on the bed. Tyr took a moment to check that the anal bruising had been healed, slicked himself back to hardness and impaled Harper.
The weekend was only beginning.