by Kalkasar
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I don't own the characters, I just take them out and show them a good
time. I don't make any money from this and I don't have permission
(cause forbidden fruit is soo much sweeter).
In the real world, men sleep with men. If you can't handle that,
don't read slash.
Any character shown in this story who appeared in the original Star Trek
Voyager is the property of Paramount Pictures. No infringement of
copyright is intended. All other scenarios and characters herein are the
intellectual property of the author.
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Rubbing the back of his neck, he walks along the hallway to his door.
Keying the security code, he enters, sighing with relief. It has been a long
and tiring day but finally, it is over.
As he steps through the door, a slim, energetic bundle of sexual energy
attacks him.
"Hey!" He manages before incredibly soft, sweet, passionate
lips claim his. His words trail away into a low moan of desire.
Instinctively, his hands fall to slim hips, drawing the young body closer
groaning as his touch encounters naked skin. {{God! You know it drives me
wild when you meet me at the door naked.}}
Eager groans and sighs of pleasure encourage him as he trails his hands
over golden skin, marvelling at the smoothness, tracing the lines of sinew
and muscle. Deepening the kiss he draws his lover's body closer,
savoring the eager mouth and shivering as nimble fingers begin to strip
him of his uniform.
Undressed, he is half dragged into the bedroom, his mind reeling as he
watches the tantalizing sight of his lover's naked form hurrying ahead
of him. Groaning, he watches as his lover moves onto the bed, waiting on
hands and knees for him, sweet body offered and presented before him,
moaning with anticipation, whispering small words of encouragement.
In a dream, he reaches a hand to touch a smooth, slightly rounded hip,
stepping closer to stroke and touch, fingers coming to explore the core of
his lover's body finding lubricated flesh awaiting his touch. He
smiles. "You've been waiting for this. . . "
They cry out together as he steps closer pressing into the yielded body,
sinking deep into the eager heat of his lover, giving and receiving sweet,
heady pleasure. He closes his eyes, thrusting deep and gasps for breath,
his heart beginning a wild rhythm as lust takes over from coherent
thought.
Encouraged by the eager grunts and cries of his lover, he increases the
pace, pounding against the young body under him, staring at the passion
flushed face pressed against the mattress. He bites his lips, thrusting
harder, watching the expressions of ecstasy flit across his lover's
face.
With a cry he arches his back, driving himself deep into the tight
wetness of his lover, exploding with a primal scream of lust and release.
"Harry!" He shouts, letting his seed pump deep into the young
man's body, filling him, feeling the tension drain from his body with
his orgasm.
"Yes!" Harry responds collapsing face down on the bed where he
lies, whimpering softly with pleasure.
After a long time, Tom speaks softly. "I love it when you greet me
home like that."
"I know. . . " Harry rolls onto his back. "I'm
hungry," he says as an afterthought. "What's for
dinner?"
An impish grin meets his eyes as his lover drops to his knees at the end
of the bed. "You." Tom says simply and it begins
anew.
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End
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