RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Well, if you're not too tired." I say, smiling as I lean back against the back wall of the tub, "I would love to see that very sexy body in action."

It's pretty much just a crazed marathon of sex, nudity and stripping for us right now. The joys of a new relationships honeymoon period. I can't help but grin widely at the prospect of many, many more months of this kind of thing.

"Well, I think that I could just do a little something something for you," I tell him with a smirk before taking my hands away from my hips and getting ready to give him a little show.

"So, what do you want me to do for you?" I ask him as I move my hand from my hip to my newly awakened dick, rubbing over it a little as I look at him.

"A little bit of this?" I ask him as my dick becomes harder under my touch, but only because of the prospects of me getting Brian so hard is getting my hard myself.

"Mm, that's pretty nice." I say, smiling as I lick across my lips, "But y'know that's also pretty innocent. I want you to be dirty baby."

I grin at him, eyes moving across his body, "I want to see you show me just how bad you can be."

I feel really guilty saying this. What is he isn't into the dirty, gross stuff? I've gone through so many changes since we were last together, I'm pretty much a screwed up sexual deviant. Something I hate. But the normal stuff rarely cuts it for me anymore. Last night was the first time I've had any kind of normal sex in nearly 20 years.

"Ooooh really?" I ask him, only slightly surprised by his request.

I walk closer to him before leaning down and resting my hands on the bath and come face to face with Brian.

"And what exactly do you mean by dirty?" I ask him, swaying my hips a little and tap my finger as I watch his face.

I want to know exactly what is going on in that little head of his. I want to know what sort of positions he has got me doing in his head, how dirty am I in that brain?

"Well, sweetness." Agh, stop with the petname, petnames are for those you don't give a fuck about, not Coby, not the amazing Coby.

"Coby." I correct myself, "You've been pretty dirty in my head."

I'm trying to think of some of the least degrading things I can think of. I mean, for starters, where am I going to find a set of handcuffs and an old slaughterhouse?

"But I can tone it down for you, just for now." I say, grinning, "Surprise me."

It's a cop-out but it's the only thing I can do that won't involve him using that interestingly shaped loofa on the side.

"That's not helpful Brian," I tell him before laughing softly and standing up straight again.

I know that he's got a pretty dangerous mind whenever he's thinking sexually. I have heard him talking before when he was drunk. Some things I have heard about some soldiers in a muddy raining field all with guns. I don't think I can be that dangerous, I'm a pretty average guy.

Fuck.

"Erm, I don't know Angel, maybe this isn't such a good idea," I tell him, instantly regretting it after I have said it.

I open my mouth to apologise or say anything in a way of suggesting something else but I just can't think.

I smile a little, "Y'know, you're probably right."

I'm a little annoyed but at the same time, kind of relieved. I don't really want him to do anything which makes him feel uncomfortable just to try and turn me on. To be honest, he was doing a good enough job of that anyway without doing anything.

"Maybe when you're more used to the... screwed up side of my brain. I don't think you really want to fuck yourself with the loofa, right?"

Oh God, why did I say that out loud?

I quickly stand up, hoping to distract him with nudity so he doesn't dwell on my slightly warped mind. That's pretty tame for me but it's still pretty horrific.

"The loofah?" I ask him as he climbs out of the bath, I cock my head to the side and try to imagine in my mind exactly what it would feel like to have that loofah inside me.

I take a quick glance at the loofah on the side before smirking a little, "well, at least I'd be clean inside and out."

I cringe a little at my comment before laughing a little, "my God that was awful," I laugh before draping my arms around Brian's shoulders from behind and kiss his shoulder as I press my still pretty hard dick against the cleft of his ass.

"Well, maybe when we don't have work the next day? I need to be able to run y'know?"

I feel guilty now, I can feel his hard on and I'm pretty sure he's not exactly overlooked mine. Goddamnit, why do I have to be such a freak?

"Yeah, that might be an idea." I say, smiling as I feel his arms around me, "Or maybe we could, y'know, try this strange thing called being normal in the bed... bathroom. Maybe I've had so much weird sex that being normal would be good enough for me. I mean, not that you're not good enough for me because you're too good for me. I'm just... not quite right upstairs."

I'm glad he's behind me, he obviously can't see how red I am right now.

I smile weakly at his comments before squeezing him a little closer to me and kissing his shoulder again.

"Yeah, baby steps Angel, baby steps," I mutter in a voice that only Brian could hear even if someone else was in the small room they wouldn't be able to hear it.

I can't help but feel a little guilty now that I haven't at least tried to give him any type of weird sexual fantasy. I mean, he is a recovering sex addict, I guess I could give him a little something, but it's just coming up with the ideas where I am drawing a blank.

I carry on trying to think of some ideas as I keep kissing along his shoulder blades and back, letting my hands now roam around the parts of his back that my mouth it's attacking.

"Mm, that's nice."

It is, it's simple, it's tender, it's what I've not had all of these years. I'm used to brutal, to whipping, to spanking, to handcuffs, knives, blood, heads against walls, bodies being twisted into shapes they shouldn't be, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. I'm not used to soft, tender kisses like this, or these little touches. Maybe because everyone who touched me like this before wasn't Coby.

"Really nice."

I bring my lips away from his spine as soon as I hear his breathy little moans coming from his lips. I smile a little to myself, glad that the sexual dangerous beast in him is being overtaken a little by my loving and tender kisses.

"Really nice, huh Brian?" I ask him as I press my dick back against the soft skin of his ass.

"How about this?" I ask him as I keep my hands on hips, rubbing at them as I thrust my hips gently and slowly against his ass, giving me some amazing friction as my dick gets caught between his ass and my stomach.

"Mmm, good too..."

I can't quite believe how good this feels, his body just gently moving against mine, not even moving into me. It's soft, it's too soft but it's ohsoamazing. I smile and half-laugh as he continues with this.

"You've tamed the beast, Cobes." I say, my head falling back against his shoulder.

I smile, "that's good to hear Angel," I say as I continue my slow rocking movements against him, our skin just sticking together a little longer than usual because of being wet from the bath, this causes a soft moan for full from my lips.

I smile, satisfied as I hear Brian himself moan, his wet hair sticking to my shoulder. I move my head around to kiss his exposed neck to me.

"Angel, do you wanna continue this somewhere where we can lay down?" I say into his neck.

I nod in agreement, "I would like that very much. If I can remember what laying down is anyway."

I'm so far gone now, just on a big fluffy cloud. Like cloud nine but a little higher up. Or something. I don't even know what I'm thinking right now, I'm too turned on to care.

I smile in more of a grin as I pull away from him reluctantly and move around to his front. I smile at his dazed expression and his lust soaked eyes before taking him by the hand and leading him out of the bathroom and quickly into the bedroom opposite the landing.

I walk into the room, which is always nice and warm so perfect for our cooling skin. I stop at the door and turn back around to face Brian, flush against his body.

"Lay down on the bed, I'm just going to get something," I tell him in a whisper before kissing him on the lips in a long lingering kiss, the kind that can make every nerves ending in your body burn with excitement.

I grin breaking away from the kiss before making my way over to my draws and finding what I am looking for.

I smile as I watch him rummaging around. I'm always one who enjoys the anticipation. Well for a while at least, then I go fucking insane and want to shoot someone.

I do as he's asked, crawling up the bed, laying down, enjoying the feeling of the obscenely overpriced egyptian cotton sheets which I put on this morning. I bought them for him a few years ago and found them still in the linen closet in their original wrapping. I figured maybe he was saving them for a special occasion and there's nothing more special than me and him being together once again.

"What is that sneaky little mind of yours cooking up?" I ask, propping myself up a little so I can look over at him.

I don't even feel the need to touch myself now. With most of my previous partners, I've had to fight to keep myself aroused, to touch myself so I can feel some kind of pleasure because undoubtedly, they won't provide it.

I look up from the drawer to look at him laying naked across the pure white sheets, he looks so pure and amazing against the white of the bed linen, so much better than against the red like last night.

"Nothing sneaky, just something... slippery," I tell him before searching in my drawers a little more until I finally pluck out what I have being looking for.

I close the drawer, stand up and walk over to the bed slowly with the bottle in my hand, tossing it up into the air every once in a while and then catching it.

"I was thinking maybe some mutual massaging?" I ask him as I show him the bottle of massaging oil as I climb onto the bed.

"Mutual massages? That sounds amazing."

Then again any chance to touch or be touched by Coby sounds like heaven right now. OF course the oil is going to ruin the sheets but let's face it most bodily fluids and other fluids would do anyway. Besides, that's what good sheets are made for.

"Ooh, believe me, it feels just as good as it sounds," I tell him as I pop the cap on the bottle of massaging oil.

"Right, what we've gotta do first of all is oil each other up," I tell him as I pour some of the oil into my hands, "and I mean all of each other."

I let my oily hands descend onto Brian's thighs where I rub the oil into his soft skin.

"And then, the fun can begin."

I let out an involuntary moan as I feel Jacoby's hands descending onto my thighs. His hands, the oil, the slight lavender scent coming from it, all pushing my senses into overload.

I grab the oil from near us and pour some into my own hands, it's not fair he gets to have all of the fun.

My hands automatically aim for his shoulders, instinct I guess, moving hard against the hard muscle.

"Oh man..."

"Oh man is right," I say as I move a little closer to him so I can get the special treatment to my shoulders that he is providing me.

I let out a small groan, my hands digging deeper into his thick thighs, my hands only moving lower down his legs when I am satisfied that he is well and truly oiled up all over. I want him completely covered for what I've got planned.

I move my hands across his shoulders, whimpering at points because it just feels so good. His tattoos are shining like new as they're covered in the slippery liquid.

I move the oil across his arms, revelling in the way his muscles feel under my touch.

"God I've missed these."

"Hmmm-mmm, and I have missed these," I say with a grin as I slip out of touch before I rub some more oil into his feet, before kissing his big toes with a grin.

I move up his body again, letting his ands fall on me again before I grab the bottle from my side and squirt a large splash of the oil into the middle of his torso.

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach now at the anticipation of my idea running through my head. I'm not sure what he'll think of it, but I'm just hoping that we can at least have a laugh with it if it's not overly sexy and amazing in feeling.

I let out an almighty giggle at the feeling of the oil hitting my stomach. IT's not sexy, it's not cool, it's kinda girly. I'm almost ashamed before I can see the amusement registering on Coby's face. I narrow my eyes at him before retaliating with my own squirt, right along his back.

I move my hands to move the oil over his strong back, almost moaning just at how good he feels against my hands.

"Mmm, I'm highly intrigued as to what you've got planned here baby."

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