Jack moaned and arched his hips into Atlas' hand, making the other man smirk at how easily he was manipulated with just one hand.
"Christ, Atlas," Jack sighed, braced against his elbows, eyes shut in bliss.
Atlas chuckled, watching his face, and how his features twitched with his strokes. A flush had spread from Jack's face to his bare chest, and he was sweating and flustered already. He'd have to pick up the pace, or he'd wear the lad out before they could really have fun.
"Easy there, boyo, we're just getting started," Atlas said, his voice low, and he might as well have been purring for the effect it had on Jack - he shuddered, but he nodded and tried to take a deep breath. Atlas didn't exactly make it easy, though, as he slowed the pace of his fingers along Jack's shaft.
One of Jack's pubes dragged slowly across Atlas' fingers as he worked, and he laughed quietly again. Jack pressed his lips against another groan, but it was still audible deep in his throat. Atlas shook his head, smiling, and ducked to take Jack's cock into his mouth and start getting them to the good part.
His eyes glanced over his hand on Jack's length, and somewhere in his brain, some part that was clearly focused more on business than fun, noted that he was pretty far up to be feeling the kid's hair. Maybe one had come loose or something, he figured, and kept figuring that until his mouth was over the head of Jack's dick and he realized that tickling, hair-touch sensation was moving.
Atlas paused, and his eyes flicked up to meet the ones of the bee sitting on his hand.
"aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Screaming, Atlas lunged away, drawing his hands away like it was incinerate instead, shaking them as if that’d get rid of the crawling feeling on his skin. Understandably concerned, Jack sprung upright, looked at Atlas screaming, and then followed his eyes to --
A pair of raw, puffy looking red holes on the side of his dick, with a dark head and a pair of antennae wriggling out of one.
Jack started screaming too, and in a moment of mutual shameless fear and terror, he and Atlas met eyes and screamed some more (and not quite how they imagined they would be screaming together when this started).
Jack and Atlas walked stiffly out of the small hideaway room a few minutes later, hair messy and clothes dishevelled. Jack straightened out his sweater, Atlas tightened the roll of one of his sleeves; neither of them made eye contact.
... Jack cleared his throat.
"Later?"
Atlas puffed his cheeks as he thought, and then nodded.
"Aye. Some other time."
"Okay."
"Right."
Still not looking at each other, they started out into Rapture again.
BEENIS - THE LEGEND REVEALED
"Christ, Atlas," Jack sighed, braced against his elbows, eyes shut in bliss.
Atlas chuckled, watching his face, and how his features twitched with his strokes. A flush had spread from Jack's face to his bare chest, and he was sweating and flustered already. He'd have to pick up the pace, or he'd wear the lad out before they could really have fun.
"Easy there, boyo, we're just getting started," Atlas said, his voice low, and he might as well have been purring for the effect it had on Jack - he shuddered, but he nodded and tried to take a deep breath. Atlas didn't exactly make it easy, though, as he slowed the pace of his fingers along Jack's shaft.
One of Jack's pubes dragged slowly across Atlas' fingers as he worked, and he laughed quietly again. Jack pressed his lips against another groan, but it was still audible deep in his throat. Atlas shook his head, smiling, and ducked to take Jack's cock into his mouth and start getting them to the good part.
His eyes glanced over his hand on Jack's length, and somewhere in his brain, some part that was clearly focused more on business than fun, noted that he was pretty far up to be feeling the kid's hair. Maybe one had come loose or something, he figured, and kept figuring that until his mouth was over the head of Jack's dick and he realized that tickling, hair-touch sensation was moving.
Atlas paused, and his eyes flicked up to meet the ones of the bee sitting on his hand.
"aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Screaming, Atlas lunged away, drawing his hands away like it was incinerate instead, shaking them as if that’d get rid of the crawling feeling on his skin. Understandably concerned, Jack sprung upright, looked at Atlas screaming, and then followed his eyes to --
A pair of raw, puffy looking red holes on the side of his dick, with a dark head and a pair of antennae wriggling out of one.
Jack started screaming too, and in a moment of mutual shameless fear and terror, he and Atlas met eyes and screamed some more (and not quite how they imagined they would be screaming together when this started).
Jack and Atlas walked stiffly out of the small hideaway room a few minutes later, hair messy and clothes dishevelled. Jack straightened out his sweater, Atlas tightened the roll of one of his sleeves; neither of them made eye contact.
... Jack cleared his throat.
"Later?"
Atlas puffed his cheeks as he thought, and then nodded.
"Aye. Some other time."
"Okay."
"Right."
Still not looking at each other, they started out into Rapture again.