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

"Well, before I let anything slip," I giggle a little at the use of my unintentional pun before continuing, "you and me are going to have to get all nice and greasy."

I finish greasing up his chest, patting it a little before reaching for the bottle of oil and covering my hands in the lavender scented liquid.

"Have a guess where this is going to be going?" I ask him as I flex my oily fingers and wink at him.

I don't give him the time to answer before I am letting my hands descend down to his dick where I let my hands roam free. Squeezing, caressing and stroking around that highly sensitive area, oiling up the last part of his body that I can reach before telling him my big plans.

I cry out his name in a soft breathy voice, my nails briefly gripping his back as he runs my dick through his oily hands.

"Goddamnit Cobes..."

I move my hands over his back and across to his chest, rubbing the oil swiftly over his pecs, across his abs before snatching up the oil for my own kind of blissful payback. I cover my hands liberally with the oil before dropping them down to his legs, covering everywhere except his dick.

Heehee.

I let out a small laugh mixed with a moan as he rubs his oily hands into every part of my crotch apart from my dick.

OK, now I think it's time to tell him my plan.

"Y'know, if you keep this up, I'm not going to tell you my plan," I tell him before turning my nose up and him and huffing, even though it probably sounded more like a whimper and I look less convincing in my head.

"Mm, but if you don't tell me your plan, how will I know what to do? I mean, I might just..."

I wipe an oily finger on his nose, "Do something like that."

I bite my tongue before giggling at him again. It's not very manly but I don't care around Coby. And I wll deny it if he ever brings it up again. I move my hands back to his crotch, running one oily finger across his shaft.

"This what you want?"

I look at him with a blank expression on my face as the oily drips from my nose, making it itch.

"No," I say before moving away from him a little and smirking at him.

"Well, I know you've got a thing for danger. So, I was thinking maybe we could do something a little silly but with the slight element of injury," he looks just as confused as I am by my choice of words like now.

"Basically, I am suggesting some play fighting?"

"Play fighting?" I repeat.

Well it's different, not really what I was expecting. But I'm up for anything. Besides, I don't think we've wrestled around since the first day we kissed back in school.

"And what makes you think you can take me oh wonderous one?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him, "I mean, I'm built like a sumo wrestler these days."

"A sumo wrestler?" I say before quirking my own eyebrow at him, "you look more like a body builder to me. Well, you do to me anyway," I tell him.

I stop telling Brian how I know he isn't fat, deciding that he doesn't need me telling him that when we are all oiled up and ready to go.

"And I could take you," I say in a low voice before narrowing my eyes at him and jumping him.

Whoa shit! He's on me in a second, not that this is especially unpleasant - because it's fucking hot as hell - I'm just surprised. Boys been keeping his speed up. I try and get a grip on him so I can execute my own move but it's impossible, he's too slippery.

I cheat a little, my hands gripping his hair, getting rid of some of the oil before moving down to his arms and rolling over on top of him, trying to pin his hands down.

"Haha!!! I'm winninggggg!"

"Ow you bitch!" I yell out as he has me pinned against the bed on my back.

I try to slip free from underneath him, and that's a little easier now because of the oil. I end up getting my legs free from around him so I wrap them around his thighs and try to roll him onto his back that way.

"I'll bite you!"

I smirk at him, "You think I'd be against that?"

I love being bitten, usually at the point of climax. It just intensifies the whole experience for me. I stick my tongue out playfully as I try to get a grip on him which won't cause me to fly off the bed. I lean into his face.

"Come on baby, bite me."

"Don't tempt me bitch," I reply to him before kissing his lips to try and distract him as I pinch his side to get on top of him.

He yelps into my mouth and just when I've got him caught off guard I twist us round so now I'm on top of him.

I let out a hearty laugh before throwing my head back and claiming my victory, "who's winning now bitch?!"

Well tempting you was the plan. Damnit, I'll have to be a little more obvious next time. If underneath him but obviously this isn't an especially unpleasant place to be.

I lean up to nip at his nipples with my teeth, tugging at them, smiling as he also is caught a little off guard. I try to move him but to no avail. Looks like I'm going to need to bring out the big guns.

I lift my knee carefully and begin brushing it over his dick, "Mmm, you win for now."

"Oooooh, that is sneaky," I hiss at him as I feel his knee brush over my throbbing, neglected cock, "stop playing dirty!"

I playfully glare at him below me before reaching my hands down to his sides where I start to tickle him for pay back.

"Yes, I do win for now. And I will win for... ever!"

I'm not even sure what I am saying anymore, I'm just too busy trying to stay on top.

"Oh come on, baby, don't you like me playing dirty?" I ask amid squeals and squirms underneath him, "Stop that! Tickling is cheating!"

I'm not sure where this rule came from but the fact remains, it is there and it's truth. Because I said so.

I try to get the upper hand, rubbing his dick as best I can but I have to give in, I don't want to hurt him.

"YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT IRON MAN!" I say, batting at him with my hands.

The fight between us has really truly begun now as he tries to flip me over and get the upper hand.

"No, no no," I say through gritted teeth as I climb up on top of him, so I am straddling his waist now and keeping his hands away from my body by pinning them above his head.

"Right, this is the final round," I say as I try to keep his hands away from me, "I have decided it is anyway."

"The one that wins this round, gets... whatever they want!" I say, pretty sure I am going to win this one now, but that's until I under-estimate how truly slippery Brian's skin is and end up falling on top of him with a cry, because I'm going to lose!

I see my window of oppurtunity, rolling us over to try and get on top of him. Of course this doesn't go quite to plan as I haven't realized how close we were to the edge of the bed. We both land on the floor with a heavy thud, managing to slide across the wood.

"AGH!" I squeal as I try to fight my way back up to my feet so I can get on top of him and claim my prize.

"Ouuuuuu-ch," I let out as I laugh in pain on the floor.

I look up at Brian to see him standing above me, looking down at me on the floor and I know that I am so dead right now.

"OK, OK, OKAY! Brian, erm, you can have and do whatever you want with me, just... truce?" I ask him as I hold out my pinky to him to shake on our truce.

Is this some kind of trick? Is he going to pull me back to my knees the second I grab hold of him. Then again, would it really be so bad letting him win if he did? I hold my hand out, "Okay, truce."

When I'm satisfied he isn't going to pull me down, I grab hold of his arm and help pull him up to his feet, "Oh we are so too old to have been doing that."

I rub at my hip for effect.

"Too old?" I ask him before cocking my eyebrow at him and folding my arms over my chest.

"I so don't want to hear that, ever," I tell him before smiling at him and wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing our bodies flush together.

"So, since you have won over me," I say as we sway a little as if we are slow dancing to no music, "what did you have planned for us to do?"

Maybe this way I can get into that dangerous mind of yours.

"Mm, you're never too old for me." I say, smiling against his neck, "I'll still be hard for you when we're 80. I mean, granted I'll have had to take a lot of viagara but I'll still be hot for you. Besides 40's the new 30. We're just... too old to wrestle in oil in the small hours of the morning."

I'm trying to think of something for us to do which won't scare him too much. Something nice, romantic and sweet. something which will keep us both satisified.

"Some light bondage might be fun." I think outloud, lifting my head up from his shoulder, "I don't really want to jump in at the deep end with you."

"Pft, we will never be too old to be naked idiots," I say with a laugh.

I take a seat down on the bed, still holding onto Brian's hands in front of me as I look up at him. I want to know what he means by light bondage. And what his idea of heavy bondage would be. Like hanging from the ceiling by only a piece of string heavy.

"When you say light bondage..."

[[Do you think we could move onto something else now? These guys have being at it for about three days now, haha.]]

"Like scarves and suchlike, hands restrained against the headboard type thing." I explain, "It's gentle that way but it still has that bondagey element going on."

I smile at him, trying to try and reassure him that I'm not insane, "It's not like some of the crazy stuff. Ballgags, chains, whips, paddles, suspension and..."

I can see him looking at me now as if I have gone completely mad, "I had a real problem."

[[Might be an idea, heh.]]

[[Erm, what shall we dooooooo then?...]]

[[I dunno, I'm running out of steam and ideas for this RP, haha.]]

Well, I have ideas from Chris and Becky and such... I had an idea for a little bit of drama at school with Chris having one of his bigger attacks. I had everything down in my head, just not why he had the attack...]]

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