He was Almost Absorbed by the System

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One - Exploring Love Between Men

Author's Note; 18+

Like small, mischievous children did the two men sneak back to the inn.  Not that they felt that they had done wrong, but their hearts felt light and giddy, drunk on the fact that the other shared their feelings.  Before entering the inn, they straightened themselves down, but could not remove the huge grins from their faces as they nudged and prodded the other as if sharing some great joke.

Their joyful laughter filled the dining hall, where they managed to scrounge up a late night meal and drink wine together.  O'vel-win spoke fondly of his parents and of his small and favourite cousin, while K'tai-tul shared the few memories that he had of his father.  The former would then speak of the troubles he caused his parents, being unable to make a decision on his career path as all were ill suited for him and the latter spoke of his dream to not only become a Librarian, as many children did, but how he would have also liked to look at developing new hybrid trees; perhaps fast growing trees that could be made into furniture.  At the time of that dream, he had wanted to make his old grandmother a rocking chair, but there was not the money spare for wood and the old woman died before it could be realised.

They chatted and reminisced until the owners of the inn shooed them from the dining hall and made them seek their beds.  They stopped outside K'tai-tul's room.  O'vel-win's was further down the hall and he shared it with the other technician that had come on this trip.  The men were suddenly loathe to part with the other. They stood together for a while, starring at the door, starring at each other. K'tai-tul wanted to invite O'vel-win in but felt shy, while O'vel-win wanted to be invited in but wondered if he was pushing the other man to fast.

K'tai-tul slowly opened the door and glanced down at the plump lips that had already once kissed him and swallowed to moisten his dry throat. O'vel-win caught his gesture and was suddenly unable to prevent himself from pressing up against the other once more. K'tai-tul stepped back into the room as their mouths began dance together, O'vel-win followed him and the door slammed behind them.

Their lips parted only to breath and once air was saturating their lungs did they press together and when that was no longer enough, their tongues began to play. For both this was on instinct, without thought as for both, this was their second kiss and neither was more experienced therefore than the other. O'vel-win wrapped his arms around the slender man's waist, his hands rising up his back and K'tai-tul had his arms draped over the other's shoulders, unsure what else to do.

They parted, gasping, their lips tingling pleasantly and their bodies itching, but unsure how they might appease this sensation. They stared at the other, their eyes dilated, wanting more but not sure what. O'vel-win was first to break their musings. "I think.. I think I want to touch you more," he said, giving voice to his need.

K'tai-tul shyly nodded and allowed O'vel-win to slip his upper garments from his body. The dark, thick fingers ran over the other's olive skin; each digit tracing the firm lines created by hard and physically demanding work. K'tai-tul shivered as O'vel-win's palms ran over his moulded arms before once more stroking down his chest. A gasped moan slipped from his lips as those finger tips touched the peaks of his pectorals and he slapped a hand over his mouth, startled by the sound. O'vel-win felt that he was intrigued, the silky, dark flesh had pebbled beneath his fingers and the pleasant sound K'tai-tul had made had caused movement to the symbol of manhood between his legs. So he stroked both those hardening circles and was fascinated by K'tai-tul's reaction.

Each tentative stroke was forcing more soft cries from his lips and his knees were becoming weak. What was this pleasure that shot through him and began to pool at his core? Sure he had experienced the hardening of his member, it was a Male thing, a natural thing, but never had it moved so fast from mere touches upon his upper body.