Little secrets

Chapter 5: La petite mort

Howard struggled to pull himself from the treacle-like embrace of sleep. It proved difficult to do. The musky smell of sex and sweat combined with beauty products and Vince's unique scent invaded his senses every time he inhaled. The bed under him was soft and comfortably warm. Why was Vince's bed nicer than his own?

Vince was no longer by his side. The younger man had left the bed with the promise that he would return and a demand that Howard not move. No problem there Howard thought with a lazy grin. He still felt tingly, but his limbs felt heavy and numb. Moving seemed like a hassle so he didn't. The only thing he did was breath deeply -inhaling the cocktail of scents- and feel the sweat and saliva cool on his body. It must have been the most relaxed he ever felt.

He could hear movement from the other side of the room. Shuffling and little snatches of words that refused to filter correctly so it all sounded like gibberish. Something smallish hit the mattress with a thump followed by Vince himself. He didn't protest when Vince climbed up and straddled his hips. Howard couldn't stop the groan that escaped him when he felt Vince's bare bottom make contact with his groin and thighs. His spent member twitched with interest as Vince wiggled on top of him.

"That was amazing you know," Vince stated as he leant forward to run deft hands all over Howard's torso the way Howard knew he always wanted. "The way you just came in here like that? It was well brave. To be honest I didn't think you were going to do it."

Howard hummed and shifted, trying to get his brain to focus. After a moment he peered up at Vince's smiling face. "had to do somthin," he mumbled causing Vince to giggle once more. "I saw the pornhub message that you...you..." Howard trailed off as he realized something important . Eyes widening he sat up with a start and gripped Vince's hips tight. "The livestream! You were going to start a livestream!?" he exclaimed before peering around Vince to find the laptop closed and off now. With a frown of confusion he looked back at Vince who was biting his lip and looking only a little guilty.

"I turned it off," he explained, pushing Howard back down to the bed. "They got more then enough of a show. Didn't need them greedy bastards to see the whole thing did we?"

"it was live?" Vince nodded and rocked against him. "Who's they?"

"LittleDeath's many fans."

"Anyone we know?"

"A few people I know," Vince explained with a little shrug, "but they were all talking about you and your dad bod."

"Dad bod? What's that mean?"

"Means the public thinks your sexy let's leave it at that alright?"

"Fine, what about you?"

"Well, I'm gonna hafta delete my account and videos. I should have before but my face wasn't in them old videos and now that I've shown it twice I sorta need to."

"Shame that," Howard said, softening his grip and running his hands over the still warm skin of Vince's hips and waist. Helping him rock back and forth, pushing and pulling, trying to keep his breathing calm enough to have this conversation. His head was clearing and his body was becoming interested again.

"Why?" Vince asked with a small teasing smile.

"If you delete the videos, I'll never get to watch them again,"

"Why watch the videos when you've got the real thing in-front of you?"

"Hmm, that's the thing little man," Vince grinned down at him. "This, this isn't a one time thing is it?"

"No, course it ain't. I've got you here now Howard and I'm not letting you go," Vince replied before leaning down and pressing soft kisses -so unlike the ones from before- all over Howard's chest, collar bone and even as far down as his stomach making him squirm and gasp. "Wanna know a secret?" Vince asked after a long moment. Shuffling slightly so that he was laying down, head pillowed on his arms, arms resting on Howard.