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“Chekkatah,” Ikkotah started, blinking in astonishment at the disaster before him. “What… What in the world happened?”
His husband stood sheepishly in front of the stove with a tray full of, what Ikkotah was certain were, charcoal briquettes. Chekkatah sighed, dejected, ignored Ikkotah’s question, and wordlessly dumped the charred, misshapen things into the garbage.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be home yet,” Chekkatah said, dropping the now empty tray into the sink. “You’ve been so busy at work, and I know the department pot-luck is tomorrow and you haven’t baked the cookies you’d said you’d bring, so I thought…”
Chekkatah trailed off, hands stuffed petulantly into the pockets of his apron, not meeting Ikkotah’s eyes.
“I’m shit at baking,” Chekkatah finished. “I don’t know why I tried.”
Ikkotah smiled and approached Chekkatah. He grasped his forearms, his skin warm and smooth under his hands, and waited until Chekkatah raised his eyes to meet his.
“Thank you, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah said sincerely. “It was very thoughtful.”
Chekkatah sighed and Ikkotah placed a hand against his cheek, keeping him in place so he could steal a soft kiss.
“Would you like to try again? We can do it together,” Ikkotah said.
Truly it was a small miracle that the both of them were home at the same time. Between the end of semester projects and final exams Ikkotah needed to grade, and the department’s annual holiday pot-luck that never failed to sneak up on Ikkotah’s planner, and Chekkatah’s increased workload for his boss during the holiday season, they didn’t see much of each other for the almost two months between Thanksgiving and New Year’s.
Getting a chance to do something together was a luxury during this time, and Ikkotah hoped Chekkatah wasn’t going to say he had to go back to work or let his failure sully the mood.
Ikkotah rubbed his thumb over Chekkatah’s cheek, feeling the light rasp of stubble that was growing in again after his morning shave, and waited patiently for Chekkatah to swallow his remaining embarrassment and agree.
Chekkatah finally smiled and his hand settled on Ikkotah’s hip. “Fine. Maybe your magic touch can save even my efforts.”
Ikkotah laughed. “It’s hardly magic, and it’s not like I’m particularly good either.”
“Better than I am,” Chekkatah said, lightening up now.
“It’s just because you feel some steps can be done out of order,” Ikkotah chided. “Which can’t happen in baking. You can get away with it in cooking, but not baking.”
Chekkatah shrugged, and his smile finally made an appearance, kissed Ikkotah again, and slipped away. “If there are extras, can I bring some to the office?” Chekkatah asked. He flipped on the water and started scrubbing the cookie sheet.
“Is Hekarro asking for handouts again?” Ikkotah chuckled. “He needs to just order something for once. I would think that his budget could accommodate at least some professional Christmas cookies.”
Chekkatah snorted. “Or he could convince Fashav to get his rich cousin to donate some. But that will never happen. Hekarro seems to like collecting odds and ends.”
Ikkotah smiled as he organized the reassembled ingredients for thumbprint cookies. He rolled up the sleeves of his pale blue Henley and wiped down the counter.
“I suppose he does. Just look at your team,” he teased.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chekkatah appeared next to Ikkotah and peered at him through narrowed eyes. “Hekarro has an elite security team at his disposal. We’re all the best at what we do.”
Ikkotah chuckled again. “Elite. I’m sure. Which is why you got fired from your last job.”
Chekkatah made a wounded sound. “Tekotteh was an asshole! He openly threatens people. How am I supposed to work for someone like that?”
“I’m just joking, darling,” Ikkotah soothed. He patted Chekkatah’s hand that had balled into a fist on the countertop. “Everyone respected you for standing up to him, but it doesn’t change the fact that he owned the company and didn’t need to tolerate your insubordination.”
Chekkatah huffed, but there was no ire to it. “Now I’m definitely taking some of the cookies.”
“Well, let’s just make it a double batch right away. Start cracking those eggs, please. Do you think you can separate them?”
Chekkatah looked at the eggs. “I’ve seen you do it before. I’m sure I can.”
Ikkotah hummed, doubtful, but he wanted to be encouraging. “All right. I’ll cream the butter then.”
Chekkatah smirked at him. “I can think of something else to cream.”
Ikkotah’s face flushed and he socked Chekkatah’s arm, feeling the bicep flex under his knuckles. “Keep your lewd thoughts to yourself, please.”
Chekkatah’s eyes went up and down Ikkotah’s body and Ikkotah felt his face turn red.
“We’re baking, Chekkatah. May I remind you that the oven is still on?” Ikkotah turned back to the ingredients and measured out the sugar and flour right away.
“It can be turned off. Unlike my desire and love for you.”
“Chekkatah,” Ikkotah scolded as his fluster grew. Chekkatah’s words, ridiculous and over-the-top as they may be, were definitely getting Ikkotah’s mind working. It had been a long time since they’d had time to do anything but exchange quick kisses as one came in the door and the other went out.
“You can’t blame me.” Chekkatah’s voice was low and seductive now. “You’re here in your hot professor outfit, getting ready to participate in some domestic holiday nonsense that everyone knows increases someone’s sexiness factor by a hundred percent.”
Chekkatah was very close to Ikkotah now, the heat of his chest warming Ikkotah’s back better than the 375 degree oven ever could.
“How could that not be arousing?” Chekkatah went on. “I haven’t tasted you in weeks, Ikkotah.” Ikkotah let out a needy sound as Chekkatah’s mouth pressed into the skin of his neck.
“Chekkatah,” he gasped and found his back arching as Chekkatah’s mouth opened and he bit gently up to the underside of his jaw.
Strong hands closed around Ikkotah’s hips, squeezing, and he felt Chekkatah’s groin push up against his ass.
“We should at least get these in the oven first,’’ Ikkotah said. One last protest before he succumbed to Chekkatah’s sensual caresses. He never did have it in him to resist Chekkatah’s touch for long.
Chekkatah’s hand slid forward to cup Ikkotah’s cock, and Ikkotah, surprised and aroused, bucked against the light pressure with a soft moan. The moment was short-lived though. The motion made Chekkatah’s hand bump into the measuring cup of flour on the food scale, upending it and sending flour everywhere.
They both coughed as the powder puffed up into their faces and Chekkatah tugged them backwards and out of the cloud, but not out of calamity’s way. They bumped into the oven next, still on and hot.
Chekkatah yelped at the shock of heat and jerked away again, overbalancing both of them and sending them to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
“Well,” Chekkatah sighed, more dejected now than he was at the beginning of the evening. “I guess that killed the mood.”
Ikkotah chuckled, even as he groaned, sitting up. “We might be too old for kitchen sex anyway.”
He looked down at where Chekkatah lay on the floor and patted his chest. Chekkatah grinned up at him and covered his hand with his own.
“You sure?” Chekkatah asked, nothing but cheek and twinkling eyes.
Ikkotah felt his arousal stir again. They were both a mess now. He knew he had flour in his hair and all over his clothes, and there was a smear of it over Chekkatah’s cheek. The floor was gritty with it, and Ikkotah was still in his work clothes. Something about it all set Ikkotah’s desire aflame.
Almost of its own volition, Ikkotah’s body moved to straddle Chekkatah’s waist, both hands pressed flat over his broad chest. Chekkatah’s heart hammered beneath them and his eyes burned with desire now as he stared up at him.
Chekkatah squeezed Ikkotah’s thighs, rubbing along the lengths of them.
“Ikkotah,” he breathed. “Really? Oh, please…”
Ikkotah smiled down at his husband and raised an eyebrow. “Please? Am I going to get to hear you beg tonight, love?” He rolled his hips and Chekkatah’s fingers dug into his thighs. “Tell me what you want, dear.”
“Oh, fuck, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah moaned. He let his head fall back on the floor, eyes squeezed closed. “You, I want you. Please.”
“But how do you want me, darling?” Ikkotah asked.
Chekkatah lifted his head again. His eyes were wild now, drinking in the sight of Ikkotah perched over him, pinning him to the floor. His chest heaved under Ikkotah’s hands and Ikkotah found himself grabbing his pectorals and raking his fingers down those hard muscles.
“Fuck, yes,” Chekkatah gasped. “Oh, Ikkotah. Don’t stop touching me.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to if we want these clothes off,” Ikkotah said. He leaned over Chekkatah, bracing himself with one hand beside his shoulder, and looked down at him. “And I believe we both want that.”
“Yes, please, I need to feel your skin,” Chekkatah begged. His hands slid further up Ikkotah’s thighs and around to his ass, gripping and squeezing. “Ikkotah, please. I want you riding me. Right here. Now.”
Ikkotah smiled. “Riding you, hm?”
He began unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand, slowly and deliberately. Chekkatah squeezed his ass again and moaned. His eyes trailed after Ikkotah’s fingers like a heated caress.
“I think I can do that,” he purred.
Chekkatah jolted to action before the words had finished leaving Ikkotah’s mouth. His hands left Ikkotah’s ass and yanked the Henley from its prim tuck in the waistband of his slacks and began unbuttoning him as well. Their fingers met in the middle and the fabric fell open. Chekkatah pushed himself up onto his elbow, wrapped his hand around the back of Ikkotah’s neck and brought their mouths together in a scorching kiss.
Ikkotah supposed he could multitask, though keeping his attention on getting undressed while Chekkatah invaded his mouth with his tongue was proving difficult.
Chekkatah had always been an amazing kisser and Ikkotah made a noise in the back of his throat as the kiss deepened and his legs trembled. It was all too distracting.
His shirt finally fell beside them and he fumbled at the tie of Chekkatah’s apron. The heathen had double knotted it instead of a traditional slipknot or bow. Ikkotah grumbled in frustration as his fingers slipped over it uselessly.
“Chekkatah,” he managed as he tried to pull away from Chekkatah’s lips. “Let me get this off.”
“Yeah, get it off me, babe,” Chekkatah agreed, sounding ridiculous again, but Ikkotah was damned if it didn’t stoke his desire even more. “Take it all off me.”
“Keep that tongue to yourself for a moment then,” Ikkotah scolded as he finally gathered the strength to pull away. His hands were trembling as he got back to work at the improper knot, finally prying it apart.
Chekkatah wasted no time tugging it up and off, and Ikkotah’s hands dove under Chekkatah’s shirt, fingers finding the small dips of his taut abdominals. He traced upwards and Chekkatah shifted off his arm, letting Ikkotah push the shirt up his chest.
“Yes, touch me, touch me,” Chekkatah pleaded.
He lifted his arms and Ikkotah yanked the shirt the rest of the way off, dropping it on top of his own discarded shirt. He captured Ikkotah’s mouth again as he laid down once more, bringing Ikkotah down as well to hover over him.
Once again, Ikkotah had to juggle the distracting sensation of Chekkatah’s kisses and the focus required to get their pants off next.
“Why with the undershirt?” Chekkatah growled. His fingers fumbled at the light fabric as he tried to pull it free. “Always so many layers.”
Ikkotah laughed a little, grateful for the momentary reprieve from Chekkatah’s kisses so he could focus properly again. “Dress shirts are famously uncomfortable. An undershirt is practical, and makes the shirt look nicer anyway.”
Chekkatah leered up at him, his fingers finally finding the skin of his abdomen as Ikkotah pulled the undershirt up and off.
“I still say your dress shirts look better on the floor,” he said. “And not covering all of this.”
His gaze fixed on Ikkotah’s chest and he swept forward to mouth at one of Ikkotah’s nipples. Ikkotah gasped and his hands gripped Chekkatah’s shoulders. Despite the very distracting sensation of Chekkatah’s tongue circling the sensitive bud, the light suction of his mouth around him, he tried to get his hands between them to the button of Chekkatah’s black jeans.
“Pants, get them off,” Ikkotah sighed.
Chekkatah made no motion that he heard him, and Ikkotah squirmed as the suction on his nipple spiked for a second before being soothed with a lave of tongue.
“Chekkatah,” Ikkotah moaned.
Finally Chekkatah pulled away and gazed up at him with lust-clouded eyes. “Say my name like that again.”
“Get your pants off first,” Ikkotah challenged.
The garment was divested faster than Ikkotah would have believed possible, Chekkatah shimmying out of both his jeans and briefs before Ikkotah could even restabilize himself. When he got his knees settled once again, he had Chekkatah’s heated bronze skin under his fingers and naked body under him, bracketed between his legs.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ikkotah breathed, still in shock that this was happening, and that of all the people Chekkatah had to choose from, he ended up with him.
Chekkatah’s hands smoothed up Ikkotah’s thighs to settle under his hips and squeezed. His eyes glowed with lust and adoration.
“You’re the gorgeous one from where I’m sitting,” he said. “But you’re still dressed.”
Ikkotah smiled serenely at him. “Only partially.”
“Can you be not at all soon?” Chekkatah asked, his desperation beginning to show. His hips bucked upward and his hands gripped tighter. “I need you, I need you so much.”
Ikkotah nodded and Chekkatah’s fingers deftly centered under his navel where his belt slipped open under well-practiced fingers, the button and zipper of his pants following soon after. Their eyes met again before Chekkatah ran appreciative hands around Ikkotah’s hips and sunk them into the back of his underwear and gripped his ass.
With a gasp, Ikkotah’s hips rocked back into that firm grip and his own hands tightened against Chekkatah’s chest, eliciting a groan in return.
Unsteady on his knees now as his body began to react to their activities in earnest, Ikkotah eased off his grip on Chekkatah’s chest to brace himself on his broad, firm shoulders, and raised himself off his perch on Chekkatah’s hips to let his husband ease down the rest of his clothes.
Chekkatah watched with rapt attention as Ikkotah’s pants and underwear slid down his thighs, letting his mostly hard cock bob free.
“Oh, fuck, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah moaned. “Too slow…”
He rose off his back with an impressive display of abdominal strength, considering how much of Ikkotah’s weight was still braced on his shoulders, and wrangled the pants and underwear off.
It wasn’t graceful, nor very sexy, but it was effective and mostly efficient. Either way, Ikkotah always loved it when Chekkatah manhandled him a little. His strength never failed to steal his breath away, and Ikkotah was soon settling himself back over Chekkatah’s hips.
Careful of Chekkatah’s hot, hard length, Ikkotah lifted himself up a little to bring their cocks together and he thrust forward.
Chekkatah made a strangled sound, his head tilted upward. The flour made a soft, powdery halo around his head, and Ikkotah watched as Chekkatah’s face contorted with pleasure as Ikkotah rubbed their cocks over each other in slow, sensuous slides.
“Lube, lube, what are we going to use?” Chekkatah asked. “Please, please, Ikkotah, I need you.”
Their lube was in the bedroom, and Ikkotah wondered how much of a mood killer it would be to stop and go get it. But he could reach the olive oil from atop Chekkatah’s writhing body. They would both need a good cleaning afterwards, but it was safe and handy.
“We’re going to smell like salad,” Ikkotah warned. “I hope you don’t mind, my love.”
Chekkatah looked back at him, eyes glazed and lips parted as he panted for breath. “I don’t care. Whatever works. If you’re OK, then I am too.”
Even in the throes of passion and losing the battle with their sexual desperation, Chekkatah was always so attentive and caring. Ikkotah’s heart swelled.
With a nod, Ikkotah snagged the bottle of extra virgin olive oil from the countertop and dropped a generous pour into his palm. He set aside the bottle and stroked his slick hand over their cocks.
“Ah, son of- Fuck, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah moaned.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me,” Ikkotah murmured. “It’s been so long.”
Chekkatah’s cock thoroughly lubed now, Ikkotah moved his hand behind him, fingering his way past the tight clench of his rim and pushing a finger inside. He sighed and let his eyes slip closed as he concentrated on loosening up.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Chekkatah crooned. “Oh, Ikkotah, I love watching you like this. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
Chekkatah’s gasping voice urged Ikkotah on and he slipped a second finger inside himself. He heard himself moan, a long sighing sound. It turned into a soft cry of Chekkatah’s name as he worked in a third finger.
“Are you ready? Ikkotah, please tell me you’re ready,” Chekkatah pleaded. His fingers dug into the swells of Ikkotah’s ass, pushing and pulling, fingertips brushing over Ikkotah’s stretched and sensitive hole.
Ikkotah sighed again as he slipped his fingers out, but stiffened and gasped as Chekkatah’s fingers pushed greedily into him.
“Fuck, yes, god, I want this. Want to feel how tight you are around me,” Chekkatah growled. He stroked inside Ikkotah in a relentless rhythm, pushing and rubbing just right.
“Chekkatah,” Ikkotah moaned. His back arched and his body clenched around Chekkatah’s fingers as they brushed over his prostate. “Chekkatah, please.”
Chekkatah hummed in pleasure. “I guess I get to hear you beg tonight too. I’m so lucky. You’re so fucking sexy, Ikkotah. And all for me.”
The hand not working inside Ikkotah’s ass slipped up Ikkotah’s body from his hip, and calloused fingers rubbed over a pert nipple.
“I’m going to get my cock in you and fuck you so well,” Chekkatah said. “You’re going to be seeing stars, Ikkotah, I promise.”
“You always make me feel that, love,” Ikkotah said, getting control of his voice again. “Every time we’re together, I can’t think it gets better, but it always does. You always make me feel so good.”
“Tell me again, sweetheart,” Chekkatah implored.
His fingers pulled out of Ikkotah’s ass and the blazing hot tip of his cock pushed inside next. Ikkotah gasped at the stretch, the slight burn. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth grit. Chekkatah helped ease his body down, his scorching length opening Ikkotah up further.
“Tell me again,” Chekkatah repeated.
“So good,” Ikkotah managed. His ass settled across Chekkatah’s hips again, and he moaned at how full he felt, how deep Chekkatah was inside him. “You always make me feel incredible, Chekkatah. Please, I always want this.”
Chekkatah moaned. His body twitched under Ikkotah and his hands seized Ikkotah’s hips, fingers digging deep into his skin.
“God, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah moaned. “Please, please move.”
Ikkotah was going to have bruises. Chekkatah seemed heedless of how tight his grip was, but the thought of these fingertip bruises causing small aches throughout his workday as they rubbed against his underwear riled up something wild inside him.
“Hold onto me, love,” Ikkotah murmured.
Chekkatah opened his eyes again, wide and wet now, and nodded. Then Ikkotah rolled his hips and Chekkatah let out a long, lustful moan. His eyes fluttered closed again and he winced in pleasure.
Tomorrow was going to be painful. Ikkotah’s knees were not going to feel great after this. He could already feel the skin of his knees rubbing raw from the textured tile of the kitchen and the flour still scattered around.
But he couldn’t care less now. That pain would be worried about later. For now, he had a husband to ride.
Ikkotah rolled his hips again, just getting a grinding rhythm going at first. The olive oil made as good a lube as their actual personal lubricant, and the slide of Chekkatah’s thick cock through Ikkotah’s rim was soft and easy.
Raising up on his knees slightly, he slowly began a manageable bounce.
“Fuck, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah cried out, heedless of the thin walls of their apartment. “Yes, yes, you feel so good. Oh, that’s it, yes.”
Chekkatah pried open his eyes and gazed up at him adoringly.
“Does it feel good, Ikkotah? Please, is it good for you?” He begged.
Chekkatah’s hips bucked again, all of his lower body coming off the floor from the strength of the motion. Ikkotah gasped at the surge under and inside him as he was lifted and he scrabbled for balance.
Stabilising himself with his hands on Chekkatah’s chest, his pectorals an ample and easy place to get proper handles, Ikkotah pushed down to settle Chekkatah on the floor again.
“You feel amazing, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah said. “But stay down and let me work.”
Chekatah whined and thrashed a little. “Please, please. Ikkotah, I feel like I’m going to burst. Please!”
“I’ll take care of you, darling,” Ikkotah soothed. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He rubbed his hands over Chekkatah’s chest, letting the short, wiry dark hairs run through his fingers. Chekkatah moaned, long and loud.
“I love when you’re like this, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah said, softly. “I love that I can make you feel this good.”
“ Only you can make me feel this good,” Chekkatah stressed.
“Oh, love.” Ikkotah let a moan of his own out in the small space of the kitchen.
His head tilted up and he moaned again as he got moving once more. Using his grip on Chekkatah’s chest for balance, Ikkotah began to ride him in earnest.
“Ikkotah, oh,” Chekkatah moaned in desperation. “Yes, yes…”
His chest heaved under Ikkotah’s hand as he gasped for breath.
“You’re so deep,” Ikkotah murmured as his hips kept undulating in a quick, but sensuous pace. “Chekkatah, come inside me. I want it, please.”
If they were going to be filthy messes, might as well go the whole way, and Ikkotah begged again.
“Please, Chekkatah. Please, I need it. I need to be full of you.”
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Chekkatah cried, overwhelmed with pleasure. Tears already glistened on his eyelashes now.
Chekkatah’s hips began meeting Ikkotah’s thrusts and their bodies came together in shuddering impacts. His cock rubbed relentlessly through Ikkotah’s tender and overstimulated hole, but Ikkotah didn’t let up. He tilted his hips to get him deeper. Needing him deeper. With the different angle, each thrust into his body pushed Chekkatah’s cock into and over Ikkotah’s prostate, sending sparks of pleasure pulsing through his body.
“That’s it, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah encouraged. His words punched out of him with each thrust. His pace was beginning to falter, and he knew his orgasm was near. “Don’t hold back. Come for me. Chekkatah, please!”
Chekkatah surged from his prone position on the floor and grabbed Ikkotah around the waist with both arms, pulling him close and burying his face into his chest. The startle of such a swift position change lasted only a second before Ikkotah resumed the quick pace he knew would get Chekkatah to come.
Ikkotah held Chekkatah to him tenderly. His hands rubbed over his back and shoulders as they shook from exertion. He pressed soft kisses over his temple and the crown of his head, nuzzling against his sweaty skin as Chekkatah moaned and sobbed as his body tipped over the precipice and he came.
Arms squeezing too tight around his waist brought Ikkotah’s movements to a stop and he moaned in appreciation as Chekkatah’s cock pulsed within him.
“So good, Chekkatah,” he murmured. He ran his fingers over the back of Chekkatah’s head and across his cheek. With gentle encouragement, he lifted Chekkatah’s face from where it was buried against Ikkotah’s chest to look up at him.
He was flushed red and there was dampness at the corners of his eyes. His lower lip trembled as he caught his breath. Light hazel eyes were glazed over and far-away, but stared at Ikkotah like he was the best thing to ever appear before him.
Ikkotah felt so consumed by that gaze he almost forgot his own need. His cock was aching, straining for release. It was pressed between their bodies, resting in the middle of Chekkatah’s abdomen in the dip between his muscles there. The light body hair created a gentle friction, but it wasn’t enough.
“Kiss me, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah breathed. “Kiss me. Touch me. Make me come.”
Awareness flared back to life in Chekkatah’s eyes, the haze of post-orgasm lifting in an instant and he sat up straighter to seal their lips together. Ikkotah opened his mouth at the insistent prodding of Chekkatah’s tongue and let himself be consumed.
Ikkotah moaned again as Chekkatah kissed him, his tongue in his mouth hot and insistent to show Ikkotah how much Chekkatah wanted him. Even after all the years, Chekkatah still kissed Ikkotah like it was their first time.
“I love you, Ikkotah,” Chekkatah pulled away to whisper against wet, trembling lips. “I love you so much.”
His hand wrapped around Ikkotah’s aching cock and tugged gently. Ikkotah cried out and Chekkatah moved in for another kiss. It was sloppy and desperate this time. Ikkotah couldn’t concentrate on much of anything now. Chekkatah was possessing him in every way, and Ikkotah couldn’t think, couldn’t process any of the pleasure he was receiving.
Chekkatah’s hand stroked his cock with firm, insistent pressure, adding an additional rub of his finger into the underside of Ikkotah’s tip. Ikkotah gasped and moaned as he clung to Chekkatah’s shoulders, giving him fingertip bruises of his own for Chekkatah to feel tomorrow as he went about his workday.
“Oh, Chekkatah,” Ikkotah cried. “Chekkatah, I’m-”
His words cut off as Chekkatah squeezed his cock just so and he came, another cry on his lips as his body tensed, his come pumping out and over Chekkatah’s hand, still in motion and milking Ikkotah for everything he had.
Chekkatah kissed him again even as Ikkotah gasped for air, and he could no longer differentiate between the dizzy feeling of his orgasm or battle for breath.
Ikkotah shivered in the circle of Chekkatah’s arms as he came back down. Chekkatah’s cock, softening now, was still lodged inside him, and his hand on his cock, wet and slick with come now, eased to a stop, just holding him there between their bodies.
Chekkatah finally released Ikkotah’s mouth and looked up at him again. His lips were swollen and red, sweat made trickling lines in the leftover flour on his face, and his eyes were wide and loving.
“You’re amazing,” Chekkatah breathed in the small space between their faces. “I can never believe how incredible you are.”
Ikkotah knew he was blushing at the praise, could feel the redness flood his face, but smiled at his husband, almost helplessly.
“I would say you’re the incredible one,” Ikkotah responded. He stroked his fingers over Chekkatah’s face, and watched as his eyes fluttered closed to bask in the gentle caresses. Ikkotah leaned in to lay a light kiss on Chekkatah’s lips. “But I think we need to take care of this horrible mess we’ve created.”
To emphasize part of his point, he wriggled his hips and Chekkatah groaned.
“It’s going to be unpleasant,” Ikkotah teased, but made no further move to get up.
The oven ticked beside them as it cycled on to continue the internal temperature going. Chekkatah glanced at it and sighed.
“We didn’t make those cookies,” he said. “What am I going to tell Hekarro tomorrow?”
Ikkotah chuckled. “I knew you were only trying to get some cookies for your work.” He kissed Chekkatah’s brow. “And you said you were just trying to help me.”
Chekkatah slumped a little. “You caught me. But I really did want to help you too.” He turned guilty eyes back to Ikkotah.
“Well, my dear,” Ikkotah said. “I suggest we get ourselves cleaned up properly, straighten up this kitchen, and get to work. Otherwise we will both be operating on too little sleep tomorrow.”
“At least it’s just the day before break for you,” Chekkatah said. He held Ikkotah’s hands steady as Ikkotah lifted himself from Chekkatah’s lap, wincing as they separated.
“That’s true, but I still have a stack of essays to read,” Ikkotah said. He squeezed Chekkatah’s hands and helped him stand as well.
“Well, let’s get a shower going, Professor,” Chekkatah said. “There’s a schedule to keep.” He paused as they headed toward the bathroom and smirked, eyebrow lifting suggestively. “Unless I can’t keep my hands off you in there either.”
Ikkotah felt that damnable blush on his face again and gave Chekkatah’s bare backside a light smack. “Get going, love,” he admonished, but he knew Chekkatah wouldn’t take it seriously with the smile he knew was wide on his face.
Chekkatah winked, shimmied his hips and slipped into the bathroom, Ikkotah on his heels. Maybe they would just get store bought cookies.