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Otto got to work putting on his burgundy dress shirt, his large fingers weaving the buttons through the holes. Once it was on properly, he tucked the shirt into his dress pants, then leaned over to grab his belt off of his bed. As he tied it around his waist, he started to daydream about the possibilities of tonight. It was his third date with Norman and they were to meet at his home for dinner. With Otto’s prior experience with dating, he knew it was often the first at-home date that would lead to sex. Norman’s wandering eyes during previous dates weren’t lost on Otto either, his blue irises taking occasional ganders up and down his body, seemingly drinking in the shape of his form.
Needless to say, he was very curious to find out what was to come of tonight.
When Otto finished getting his outfit together, he moved to the bathroom to continue getting ready. He grabbed a comb off of the counter and started running it through his brown hair, making sure it was perfectly smooth. Once he was satisfied with how it looked, he set the comb down and grabbed his cologne. Ordinarily, two sprays along the neck would be enough given its potency, but he wanted to be more than presentable for Norman tonight. He gave himself two sprays to the neck, then rolled up his sleeves and sprayed his left wrist before rubbing it against his right wrist.
Otto looked into the mirror one last time after finishing his self care, taking in the details of his hair, his outfit, then his face. Examining the circles under his eyes and the creases around his cheeks, he couldn’t help but think about how fast he had aged in such a short time. Nearly a year ago, he had his reactor incident, then his near brush with death before being sucked into another universe, then he returned to his own to begin anew. Otto reached behind himself, running his hand along the metal spine that still latched onto his back. He let out a deep sigh, leaning himself over the counter.
Of course, Otto knew he wasn’t alone in carrying this burden. Norman had helped him remove the tentacles, using his resources to make the articulated metal arms into something he can now attach and detach to his spine whenever he wanted. It was during this time together Otto recognized his feelings for his friend, how much he admired him for his passion and generosity.
He stood up straight again, thinking about just how grateful he was to have him in his life, and that they both got a second chance to explore their relationship on a deeper level.
While he was still lost in thought, Otto heard a honk outside his apartment that captured his attention. He chuckled to himself, playfully rolling his eyes as he recognized the tone of the horn. It was Norman’s beloved Rolls Royce.
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Norman sat anxiously in his car, tapping his nimble fingers against the steering wheel while waiting for his date. Forcing his eyelids closed, he attempted to relax by taking in a deep breath through his nose, then slowly letting it out from his mouth. Upon opening his eyes, he resumed staring directly at the entrance to the apartment complex. He had a lot prepared tonight for Otto. While he was excited to see his reaction to everything, he was also immensely nervous about officially taking their relationship to the next step.
It was certainly strange getting used to dating again in the first place. To Norman, it felt like many life times had passed by since he had pursued anyone romantically. He wasn’t sure he’d have the motivation to date again after his wife, but with Otto everything had fallen into place so easily. They had much in common, which helped the process of healing from both of their past pitfalls and tribulations. In doing so, Norman couldn’t help but grow to admire Otto’s many brilliant qualities. He loved the man’s caring nature, along with his sense of humor, his keen mind, and his wisdom. Not to mention his beautiful brown eyes and delicate smile. Just knowing he was about to see Otto once again brought a soft grin to his face.
A few minutes passed, and Otto Octavius emerged from the main entrance. Norman’s resting smile widened. Quickly, Norman ran a hand through his slicked light brown hair and fixed up his tie. He then got out of the car, moving to open the passenger door for Otto.
“No driver today?” Otto greeted him warmly, quickly shuffling himself towards the car door.
“Just me,” He gazed upon his well-dressed date adoringly as the door swung open, gesturing a hand towards the interior of his Rolls Royce. “I want tonight to be just the two of us.”
“Well, that’s nice. I get to have a handsome chauffeur.”
Otto leaned down so that he could plant a playful kiss on Norman’s cheek. While pulling away, he allowed his gaze to linger on Norman’s kind face for a brief moment, then he entered the car. Norman let out a slight chuckle before closing the passenger door and returning to the driver’s seat, immediately swinging his arm around to buckle himself in.
“When you say it's just the two of us, does this mean you’re also cooking dinner?” Otto inquired while buckling himself up and getting situated.
“I certainly am.”
“Really?” He laughed, tilting his head to the side.
“Is it so hard to believe I can prepare food?”
Norman gave Otto a brief lighthearted glance before pressing the gas pedal and pulling the car away from the curb.
“A little. I thought you had servants that did everything for you.”
“Not so much these days. They mainly attend to Harry now.”
Norman had appointed his son, Harry, as CEO after stepping down. Oscorp Industries definitely needed a new leader at the helm, one who could solve the company’s problems with a new perspective. It also allowed Norman to focus on his passion for science, rather than getting worked up over the business side of things.
“And how’s he doing?”
“Good,” Norman nodded, eyes still focused on the road as he drove down the street. “As I’ve said, he’s a much better businessman than I ever was. He’s been busy making new deals left and right.”
“He’s got your confidence, that’s for sure.”
Norman only smiled, his hands busy steering his car onto a road to the right of an intersection. It was always a treat hearing Otto’s compliments. They always sounded so sincere and full of reverence, even if they weren’t very poetic.
“How’ve things at the new lab been going?” Norman broke the silence.
“Great. I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly, getting back into research, but… I’ve needed it. And the team has been very helpful.”
“That brilliant mind of yours will do great things with those guys, I just know it.”
“Thank you… for helping me get the chance.”
“Of course,” Norman replied delightedly.
The drive continued, the pair spending time chatting and catching up as they left the concrete jungle and drove out into the more lavish neighborhoods outside the city.
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Otto was mesmerized seeing Norman’s new home for the first time. The lavish house standing before them was a true monument to the success his company had garnered over the years. It was a stark contrast to his old residence within the city – a penthouse with a gothic exterior.
“You couldn’t have picked something more modest?” He joked, leaning his face closer to the car window to get a better view of the place.
Norman chuckled while turning the key and shutting off the car’s engine.
“Come on, you’ll love it inside. This place is a real work of art.”
“Alright, let’s see it.”
They both exited the car and stepped out onto the driveway. Otto followed closely behind his beloved partner as they walked to the front door through a series of well-kept rose bushes and hedges. The scenery was quite beautiful, almost something out of a romance novel.
When they approached the entrance, Norman typed a code into a pin pad beside the door. Successfully putting in the series of numbers, he was able to use his key to unlock the door. Otto’s attention was immediately drawn to the small marble fountain in the center of the room as they stepped into the foyer. Then, he spotted the paintings along the wall. Where he was expecting baroque, he was met with vibrant cubism and abstract pieces.
It was clear Norman was headed somewhere specific, so Otto only took a few moments to take in the decor before following him once more. They walked down a hallway into a large living area, then through an archway into the dining room. The table wasn’t as sizable as Otto had been anticipating, which was rather comforting. There were six chairs — two on each of the longer sides and one on each end. Two of the seats in front of one another already had plates and silverware set out. In the center of the table was a lovely floral arrangement of red and white carnations placed inside a black glass vase. Unlit white candles in silver holders were placed surrounding the arrangement.
“You set this up?” Otto asked, setting a hand on one of the wooden chairs as he took in the view.
“I did,” Norman confirmed, also staring down at his display, “You like it?”
“It’s lovely. But, you know you don’t have to do all of this just for me, Norman.”
The scientist placed his hand on top of Otto’s, leaning his body close against his lover’s side. A soft sigh escaped Otto’s nose upon feeling Norman’s warmth.
“You deserve something nice,” He caressed his thumb against the back of Otto’s hand.
“I know, I know... I’m still not used to all this, though,” His voice was low and gruff.
It was true that he never anticipated being loved again after losing Rosie, or after enacting violence on the city. He never explicitly told Norman this fact, but he had a feeling he already knew.
“It’ll just take some time, dear.”
Craning his head to the side and standing up on the tips of his toes, Norman planted a kiss on Otto’s cheek.
“Now, let me pour us some wine, light the candles, and get started on the food,” Norman continued, pulling his face away from Otto’s while resting his other hand on his back, “Does that sound good?”
“Yes. It does,” He smiled, fluttering his doe-like eyes.
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For not being the greatest cook in the world, often opting for junk food when left to fend for himself, Norman managed to pull off a rather nice meal. He made an oven roasted chicken with a side of potatoes and sugar glazed carrots. He slightly burnt the potatoes, but despite that mishap they weren’t bad at all. Otto was very pleased with the food and the lovely pinot noir it was paired with.
After finishing their dinner, Norman invited Otto out onto the 3rd floor balcony, which he gladly accepted. While it was a little chilly, the night itself was beautiful. A full moon perched itself beautifully on the horizon, bathing the two of them in a soft glow as they stood beside one another against the railing.
“You look so wonderful, Otto,” Norman turned his head so he could get a close look at all of his lover’s features, “You’re practically glowing.”
“Probably because of the wine,” He joked, “Helps dull the vision.”
“No,” Norman chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ve got quite the tolerance, a bit of red wine does nothing. No, Otto, it’s because you’re happy. You look the best when you smile.”
Otto looked down for a moment, chuckling. His face went warm from the praise. Norman knew exactly how to work his way right into his heart.
Lacking the words to properly express his adoration in that moment, Otto instead decided to show it with a kiss. His hand lifted and softly planted on the side of his lover’s face, cupping his smooth skin in his palm. They both leaned their faces in, happily meeting one another in the middle. A satisfied hum emitted from Otto’s throat while they started to make out slowly and tenderly. His hand worked its way up into Norman’s hair, large fingers combing through his soft, golden locks with ease. The warm, tender kiss lasted a minute before Norman pulled away, slowly blinking at Otto as a smile crept onto his face.
“I have another surprise for you.”
“You do?” Otto raised a brow slightly.
“You may or may not particularly like it, but I’d still like to give it to you tonight.”
“You’ve certainly piqued my interest, what is it?”
“Just one moment,” He held up a finger.
Norman stepped away from the edge of the balcony before turning around and walking back inside. He would be gone for a couple minutes, returning with a small gift box in his hands. Upon rejoining Otto’s side, he placed it into his lover’s hands. Otto stared at the box for a few moments, then back up at Norman, silently waiting for a cue.
“Go ahead,” He tilted his head ever so slightly.
Otto promptly pulled the top off the box, unveiling a set of lacy black lingerie neatly folded inside.
“Norman!” Otto’s brows were raised, eyes unblinking. His face went red, genuinely surprised at the sensual nature of his gift.
“Again, if you don’t want it that’s fine-“ Norman held out his hands, a hint of worry in his tone.
“No, it’s not that, I-“ Otto shook his head and started chuckling, “Wasn’t expecting this.”
“So… what do you think?”
Otto took a few moments to compose himself, clearing his throat.
“It’s not something I’d usually wear, but… I have a feeling you want to see me try it on,” He shot Norman a knowing look.
“What would give you that idea?” Norman played along, resting his hands on his hips.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me, dear.”
Tucking the lid under the box, Otto used his now free hand to remove the first piece of lingerie from the box. It was a large, lacy black bra. It would hardly cover him up, but it would certainly help pronounce his chest.
“Well, you’re very perceptive,” Norman purred, “I have been curious about seeing the rest of your beauty,” He leaned himself sideways against the balcony ledge, resting his weight on his forearm.
There was one matter that Otto wondered about, though he figured he knew the answer to it already.
“Me being trans doesn’t dissuade you?”
“Not at all,” Norman shook his head, “In fact, I made sure to research the physical changes the body goes through on testosterone. I wanted to know how to satisfy you when the time came.”
“You did your homework,” He felt quite flattered that Norman went through the effort. It was also rather amusing he went about having sex with his partner with a similar level of research as a science project.
“Of course. Though, I still have a question if you’ll indulge me,” Norman leaned away from the railing, closing the distance between them until they were only a few inches apart, “Do you prefer being on the bottom or the top?"
Yet again, Otto had to take a few moments to compose himself and regain his train of thought before answering. The close proximity they shared certainly didn’t help his racing heart.
“I enjoy both, but I prefer being the receiving end.”
“Good to know.” He replied with an amused look on his face, “I mostly prefer being on top.”
“I had a feeling you did,” Otto placed the bra back into the box, then grabbed the underwear. “Is it safe to assume this little outfit is one of your kinks?”
“Well, yes,” He confirmed, a hint of flush on his sharp cheekbones. He placed his hands into his pockets, gently swaying his body side to side.
Otto tilted his head slightly, taking note of the scientist’s change in body language.
“Then I’ll put it on.”
Norman ceased his momentary fidgeting, his eyes giving Otto a quick glance up and down.
“Feel free to get changed in my bedroom, then. It's just down the hall we came from, but on the right side of the stairs,” Norman gestured one hand to the screen door leading back inside, “I’ll meet you there with some other things you might find interesting.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to walk in there wearing a gimp suit,” Otto teased, snickering at the idea Norman was secretly into that sort of thing, “-and swinging around a paddle.”
“I would, but I left the gimp suit at the dry cleaners,” He played along while slowly making his way to the door.
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Otto finished getting the bra piece strapped on over himself, surprised to find the lacey ensemble wasn’t too uncomfortable. What it did was make his chest appear more prominent, pushing them together just enough to add even more dimension to them. Otto never opted to get breast reduction surgery, finding his chest not to be a source of dysphoria for him after starting hormones and bulking up some more.
What did make him feel vulnerable at that moment, aside from being a few pieces of sheer fabric from being fully naked, were his scars being on display. The large metal plating that held his tentacles in place against his body left sizable scarring across his stomach and his back while it was still there. After engaging in fights with Spider-man, he had also been left with physical damage. Having been thrown against walls, through wooden flooring, pushed and kicked around — it accumulated in some noticeable scars across his shoulders, his back, his legs, and his arms.
Norman had seen Otto shirtless a few times since reuniting their dimension, but now his body was being presented in full to his lover. He could observe each limb and crevice with as much detail as he wanted. He trusted Norman, but couldn’t help but feel nervous about bearing the physical signs of his pain before him. Being shown pity was still a hard thing to grasp.
Sitting on the edge of Norman’s large bed, Otto jittered his leg anxiously while waiting for him to arrive. It didn’t take too long before the bedroom door cracked open, his well-dressed lover appearing before him in the doorway. Tucked under one arm, Norman carried a small assortment of things: a bottle of what appeared to be lube, a small drawstring bag, and a bit of soft-looking rope. Seeing Otto stopped him in his tracks as if his entire body was suddenly paralyzed. With wide eyes, his blue irises locked right onto the other man’s mostly naked form.
“Otto,” He uttered, his mouth hanging open while he continued to stare.
Otto sat himself up straighter on the bed, staring Norman down with dark eyebrows furrowed.
“How do I look?”
Palpable silence filled the room as Norman took his time walking to the bed, taking in the sight before him. When he finally made his way across his bedroom, he sat down beside him and placed all of the items in his arms off to the side.
“Incredible,” he finally answered, turning his full attention towards him.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Otto’s mouth, then came a quiet laugh.
“I feel very exposed like this.”
Norman’s gaze trailed down Otto’s body, biting the inside of his lip as his eyes darted from his chest, to his paunch, then his thighs.
“Here, I can join you, then.”
Quickly, Norman stood up and removed his own attire, starting with his tie. Brazenly, he tossed each article of clothing onto the floor without a care for the mess. As his shirt was removed and his toned torso was laid bare, Otto was shocked to see the number of intense scars Norman had on his own body. While it reminded him of how utterly terrible the goblin had been to Norman, It also helped Otto feel less insecure about his own pain.
Stripped down to nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, Norman was now undressed enough for the occasion. Otto was very impressed. His body was thin, but well-toned; reminiscent of a Roman statue. Norman caught him staring, which prompted him to stand in front of his lover, placing his hands on his shoulders. One hand started to carefully play with one of his bra straps.
“I’ve been dreaming of getting to sleep with you, Otto,” Norman admitted, his voice low, “It’s almost too good to be true, seeing you like this.”
“Mm. You look incredible yourself,” He looked down for a moment, then returned his gaze back to his lover’s face, “I didn’t know you had all that muscle under there.”
“Even now, we’re still learning more about each other,” He mused, still toying with the small bit of fabric, “it’s fun, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Octavius let out in a breathy chuckle, “Now I know you’re into men wearing lingerie. And-…” He glanced over at the sex objects Norman placed on the bed, “Bondage, apparently.”
“Don’t tell the press,” Osborn laughed along, “it could ruin my image.”
“Well, it hasn’t ruined my image of you. It actually makes sense, in a way. You’ve always liked power.”
“Well, I promise I won’t be misguided with it. I just want to help make you feel good. Speaking of...” He gave Otto’s shoulders a gentle rub, “Should I get us started?”
“Yes. You may,” Otto nodded.
Norman’s hands started trailing down his arms, then to his chest. He had to hunch himself over a little to reach his breasts. Cupping them in his nimble hands, he smiled delightedly while caressing his warm flesh. Norman’s head lowered so that he could lean in and whisper into Otto’s ear.
“You feel amazing.”
His sensual words were followed up by a kiss to the neck, eliciting a very subtle moan from Otto. Norman’s lips trailed further down his neck, his tongue occasionally darting itself along his skin for quick tastes. Once his back had bent as far as it could go, Norman kneeled himself down on the floor while planting kisses down his partner’s chest. Situating himself on both knees, he was at the proper height to lean in and gingerly lap his tongue over one of Otto’s nipples through the thin fabric. The act sent a shiver down Octavius’ spine, another delicate noise of pleasure escaping him.
“Norman…” He uttered breathily.
Norman’s hands moved up to grab at his stomach, massaging up and down against his soft flesh, sometimes stopping to run his fingertips along his raised scarring, all while taking his nipple into his mouth. It hadn’t been very long since Norman started worshipping his body, but already Otto felt himself throbbing from excitement. His t-dick was growing hard, brushing up against the lacy underwear he had on. Gripping the blanket beneath his hands, he was able to contain some of his composure.
“Mmm,” Norman hummed, the vibration of the sound resonating onto Otto’s skin. He removed his mouth from his chest momentarily, eyeing the hard, wet nipple before blowing a bit of cold air onto it from his lips, “Enjoying it so far?”
“I am,” Otto replied plainly, restraining himself from groaning out the response. Yet, despite the lack of emotion in his words, his eyes were pleading and he had been digging his fingers even tighter into the blanket after the stimulation from the cold air.
“You can let loose, honey,” He flashed him a soft smile, speaking softly and assuringly, “It’s just us here, remember?”
It was then Otto recognized how stiff his shoulders had been this entire time, and how firmly his fingers had dug into the fabric. He took a deep breath, then let it out, relaxing his muscles as best he could.
“God, Norman,” He chuckled in disbelief, sounding less tense, “You’ve got me so worked up...”
“You’re doing great,” Norman moved his hands so that they could rub up and down his partner’s sides, “Just do what feels natural. I won’t judge.”
Otto lifted a hand and appreciatively brushed it against Norman’s cheek for a few moments. Norman’s eyes closed, delighting in the touch.
“You can keep going,” He removed his hand, placing it back at his side.
Taking the cue to continue, Norman returned to lapping his tongue against Otto, but this time on his other nipple. While he swirled and flicked his tongue around, his hands lowered so that they were on the sides of his partner’s thighs. Otto felt his desire growing stronger, a pool of intense heat festering inside his abdomen. His mouth hung slightly agape while he let out labored breaths and gentle moans. Aching for touch, Otto started to thrust his hips slightly — just enough so he could get a bit of friction against his underwear. It worked, an audible groan following the brief sting of stimulation.
Noticing this, Norman’s hands shifted towards his waist. Trailing his lips further down, he kissed his stomach, then gradually moved down to peck his outer thighs. His fingers gently tugged the waistline of Otto’s underwear, stopping his kissing to look at his partner for approval.
“Please,” Otto mouthed.
Without further hesitation, Norman grabbed ahold of the lacey panties and slid them down until they stopped around halfway down his calves. As he did, the lacy shroud obscuring Otto’s arousal was lifted, revealing what Norman had been longing to see. A layer of coarse hair led straight down and around his thick, erect t-dick. It was throbbing, red-hot, and appeared almost painfully hard. Beneath that, his folds were slicked in a layer of clear arousal fluid. Norman was mesmerized by the sight. He leaned himself back, taking it all in with twinkling eyes and an amused smile.
“I don’t think I can stand any more waiting,” There was a tinge of desperation in Otto’s voice, his words followed up with a physical twitch of his t-dick.
Recognizing just how wound up his partner was, Norman hunched himself down until his mouth was level to Otto’s erection, now resting his weight on his hands and knees. He parted his lips, then placed them over the tip. Slowly, he slid down, taking the couple inches into his mouth until he reached the base. Otto let out a heavy breath, eyes blinking a few times in rapid succession while he felt his nerves firing.
His instinctive reaction was to squeeze his thighs together, which pressed firmly against the sides of his partner’s head. The sensation of being smushed by them greatly enthused Norman, his eyelids drooping while a moan vibrated around Otto’s enlarged clit. He sucked against the sensitive flesh, his cheeks hallowing while inhaling and licking around it. The act felt heavenly, especially when Norman would let out delighted hums that would vibrate against his dick. Once Otto had been eased into the feeling of it, he spread his thighs open some, allowing Norman better access. Along with that, he leaned his body backwards as he allowed himself to relish in the pleasure.
“That’s it,” Norman praised, releasing his mouth for a moment, “Relax for me.”
As if being magnetically pulled back in, Norman’s mouth immediately took his dick again after speaking. Absent-mindedly, he started grinding his hips forward along with the bobbing motions of Norman, wanting to get as deep inside as possible. Each thrust was followed with a loud exhale from Otto, his breath trembling and staggered.
While Norman’s mouth and tongue continued to suck and lap at Otto’s erection, he lifted one hand to carefully begin caressing the scientist’s folds. They were dripping wet; a combination of Norman’s saliva and his own aroused secretions. His fingers delicately trailed up along the ridges, then back down to the hole. With an audible pop, Norman removed his mouth from around his partner once again.
“Let me know how this feels,” He swirled his fingers around his entrance, “I can always add lube if need be.”
Otto tilted his head down, observing as Norman delicately slid his middle finger inside him. The heavily aroused state he was in had helped relax his walls, allowing him to ease into the penetration. Once he was all the way inside, Otto let out a deep breath.
“That feels good,” He nodded, partially smiling.
Norman carefully pulled his finger back until it was almost entirely out of him, then worked it back inside. He’d continue to move in and out steadily, Otto’s wetness seeping all over his finger. Upon adding a second digit into the penetration, Otto groaned, feeling himself stretching even more around him. Enthusiastically, Norman picked up the pace a little, happily watching his fingers slide in and out of his lover for a while.
“Would you like to try something?” Norman asked, not ceasing his prolonged fingering just yet, “I’ve got a feeling you’ll love it.”
“Is it… one of the extra things you brought?” Otto graveled, finding it hard to focus while being pleasured.
“Yes, in the small bag. It’s a vibrator.”
Otto craned his head to his side, spotting the drawstring bag just out of arm’s reach. He leaned over a bit so he could grab it, then held it out to his partner.
“Yes, that’s it,” Norman slid his hand out of Otto, casually licking the fluid off of his fingers before using both hands to grab the bag. Opening it, he removed a small bullet vibrator from within. It was silicone and a dark gray color.
“It’s been ages since I’ve used one of those,” Otto mused, eyeing the small device, “they can get intense.”
“I think you can handle it, dear, but we can always stop if you need.”
“I trust your judgement,” He reached forward and caressed Norman’s head, quickly running his hand along his messy hair before returning it back to his side.
“Then let’s get started again.”
Norman pressed the button on the bottom end of the vibrator, kicking in the vibrations with a loud whirring noise. He held it firmly in one hand, while his other went back to his entrance, sticking two fingers inside once more. There was an audible squelching noise as his wet walls stretched around his digits. His fingering was performed at a quicker momentum this time, sliding in and out rhythmicly. Otto couldn’t help but let out a raspy moan, his body clinging to the pleasure in hopes of finding release. While it had only felt like a few minutes since they started, Norman had been working at him for nearly fifteen by this point. An orgasm was certainly on the horizon for him with how long they’d been at it.
Then came the vibrator, the jittering device being placed upon his clit. The sudden, intense stimulation made Otto nearly leap up from his seated position. He forced himself to remain as still as he could, not wanting to disrupt Norman or hinder his orgasm. His hands gripped the sheets again as a way to keep him steady. The dual forms of pleasure were a sensation unlike anything he’d felt before.
“Ah- fuck,” He seethed, “hah-“
“You’re doing so well,” Norman cooed, watching with pure adoration in his eyes, “just a little longer and you’ll come.”
Otto was dripping all over his partner’s fingers. While the vibrator had been a lot to take at first, he now found its intensity profoundly euphoric. He tilted his head back again, eyes shutting while a rapid succession of sounds left his mouth,
“Oh god, hah, it’s- ah, very good.”
Norman decided to knead the vibrator into his t-dick, further intensifying the sensation.
“Fuck…”
“I love hearing you get so vocal,” Norman purred.
“I- Shit, I’m so close already,” He groaned, his erection pulsating.
Norman focused on making sure Otto continued receiving enough stimulation for a great finish. Both hands worked in tandem to achieve this goal, fingering and kneading. Meanwhile, Otto was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling swiftly, eyelids clenching shut, and his mouth going dry. His mind was hazy as all of his senses were clouded. With another pulse of his t-dick, Otto found himself finally reaching his upper limit. A monumental orgasm washed over him, legs twitching as he squirted all over Norman’s hand. Sighs and moans escaped his lips, his head rolling to the side.
“Oh, how beautiful,” Norman delighted, hardly blinking as he took in all of the sights and sounds.
With a heaving chest, Otto breathed in and out of his mouth, his body and mind coming down from the intensity. As his senses returned to him, he could feel a thin layer of sweat condensating on the back of his neck and between the crevices of where his thighs and hips joined together. Norman slowly slid his fingers out from his partner then stared down at them, revelling in how much ejaculation had accumulated on them. The liquid ran down to his palm, drenching him all over. Since he had forgotten to prepare a towel, not anticipating such a mess, all Norman could do was lap up the juices as if he had just eaten a ripe peach. When Otto’s eyes finally opened, he witnessed Norman savoring the last bit of his fluid, tongue trailing between his index and middle fingers.
“How much did I-…“
Norman lifted his tongue off of his hand.
“You squirted, Otto,” He beamed.
“I… did?” His eyebrows raised.
“Oh yes,” Norman looked back down for a moment, realizing some drops of the liquid managed to get all the way down to his forearm, “Some got all the way down here.”
He raised his arm, pointing at where drops of ejaculation had managed to get to. Seeing this made Otto’s face turn pink. He chuckled, feeling a mix of genuine surprise and delight tickling at his core.
Deciding to finally give his knees a needed break, Norman stood up off the floor. As he did, Otto quickly noticed the erection he was sporting beneath his gray underwear.
“Holy shit.”
“Hm?” Norman ran his hands through his messy hair, eyes locked onto his partner.
“You’re hung, Norman.”
“Oh!” He blinked a few times, looked down at his hard-on, then looked back up, ”Thank you.”
“I’m surprised you kept it a secret until now,” Otto smirked, “it’s certainly something to flaunt.”
“I’ve learned not to be as much of a show off as I used to,” Norman sat himself beside Otto, “I remember a particular scientist that used to roll his eyes when I’d brag about profits...”
“This is a bit different, I’d say,” He chuckled, leaning his arm over Norman’s shoulders to wrap him into a side hug, “-but I’m glad I’ve influenced you to stay humble.”
Again, Otto couldn’t help but look down at the hard-on that Norman had beneath his undergarments, not making any attempts to hide his ogling. Norman leaned his head to the side, resting it against Otto’s upper chest. His golden brown strands fell naturally underneath him like an elegant bird’s nest.
“That might’ve been my best orgasm,” Otto admitted in a low rumble, slowly caressing his hand along Norman’s shoulder.
“There’s no way,” Norman dismissed the statement, laughing a little.
“I’m serious. You navigated my body like you had a map to it.”
“Mmm. Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“What about you? Isn’t it uncomfortable being that hard?”
“A little, but I’m enjoying the cuddling,” He nestled himself into Otto’s chest even further, a content hum emitting from his throat.
“If you hand me the lube, I’d be more than happy to return the favor.”
“Only if you want to, honey.”
“I’m sure of it,” He nodded.
“Then go right ahead.”
Lifting up his head and shifting his body a bit, Norman was able to extend his arm and reach for the lubricant bottle. After grabbing it, he passed it over to Otto. Norman then moved his hands to the sides of his own underwear, pinching the waistband before pulling them down and off his legs. His dick was still mostly hard, though seemingly not as firm as it was when Otto initially saw him. Still, his member was quite long with a slight curvature of the shaft and a noticeable vein running up along the side just below the tip. His balls were average sized and just as hairless and well-kept as the rest of his body. Otto quickly got to work covering his palm with a layer of lube from the bottle, setting it aside once the job was done.
His hand would carefully grab ahold of the top portion of his cock, his thumb resting along the tip. Norman seemed to shiver a little at the cold sensation. Sliding his hand down, he would slick the rest of his shaft with the lube, ensuring he would have an even amount to work with. Once he reached the base, he slid his grip back up, then down again.
“Mm,” Norman quietly hummed, closing his eyes.
Biting his lip and taking in a deep breath, Otto prepared himself to keep going. He quickened his pace a little, each stroke emitting a loud, wet noise from the lube. Norman was fully erect once more, his dick standing over eight inches in full. Even with his large hands, Otto had to make large motions with his wrists to adequately pleasure him. Norman was visibly enjoying himself, now turning his head to look directly at his partner. He tilted his head forward while parting his lips.
“Kiss me, Otto,” He requested in a low whine.
Tilting his head at a downward angle, Otto did just as his lover wanted and locked lips with him. They both breathed heavily through their noses as their lips collided and caressed together passionately. Norman moaned into Otto’s mouth, his tongue rolling its way inside. Since Otto was preoccupied with stroking his lover’s cock, his tongue only lazily met Norman’s.
With each passing moment Otto felt himself growing more aroused again, adoring the sounds of his partner’s enjoyment. The way he so desperately whined and started bucking his hips into his hand was glorious. He had melted into Otto’s touch as if he were putty in his hands.
Pulling his face away from the kiss, Otto gazed upon the look of pleasure on Norman’s face – His knitted eyebrows, open mouth, and dilated pupils. Seeing him so worked up, practically pleading him for more with just his eyes, was eliciting a hunger within.
“You wanna fuck me?” He asked quietly, slowing down the stroking.
“Yes,” Norman begged, nodding his head eagerly, “please…”
With that, Otto released his grasp from around Norman, quickly laying himself down on the large bed. Since he was unable to lay directly onto his metal spine for prolonged periods of time, he naturally rested himself on his side, feeling the bra still wrapped around him tightening a little. Norman stared at Otto, eyes darting while he was contemplating his next move.
“Lift your leg for me,” Norman instructed, now climbing his way over to his ready partner.
Otto raised the leg that wasn’t resting on the bed, careful not to bend it too much and risk straining his muscles. As soon as he did, Norman moved in to straddle Otto’s thigh, grabbing his raised leg and tucking it beneath his right arm. This position left Otto’s hole open for him, still dripping wet from his previous orgasm. That, along with the lube still on Norman’s shaft, allowed him to slowly thrust himself inside with ease.
“Ah, Norman…” Otto groaned, craning his head down to watch his lover insert himself.
He would carefully work his way in until he was about halfway down his cock, able to get Otto to take over four inches before pulling back out. Steadily, he worked Otto open around him, sliding against his walls. Norman would stop halfway in, resisting the urge to push himself inside even further while leaning his head down to lay kisses on his partner’s raised leg.
“Oh, Otto, I love you so much,” Norman breathed onto his leg, his voice weak, his disheveled hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, “every inch of your body, in and out, is perfect.”
Otto’s face flushed red, the praise causing his t-dick to throb. Seeing Norman so worked up was indescribable. A man who was normally composed being so easily turned into a whining mess by him…
“I love you, too,” He replied, clearing his throat slightly, “You make me feel so… adored.”
Norman smiled softly, leaning in to plant more kisses on his leg.
“Come inside me,” Otto added.
“Huh?” Norman’s gaze quickly shifted, eyes wide open.
“Fuck me hard and come inside me,” He insisted, testing the waters of bossing him around. He had a hunch that Norman would enjoy it.
“Oh god,” He moaned, moving to sloppily plant more kisses for a few moments before continuing, “Anything for you, dear.”
Norman scrambled to get back into position, straightening his posture and tucking Otto’s leg firmly under his arm once again. He pulled out, then thrust himself slowly until he was all the way inside. Otto clenched his eyelids as he felt himself get stuffed full, his cock hitting every right spot.
“Ah, fuck,” He winced.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, keep going.”
Each subsequent slow thrust allowed Otto to get used to the sensation of Norman being inside him. They both moaned at the sensations they were feeling, being united internally. Each massage of his dick inside him felt incredible, his body already yearning for more.
“You can go faster.”
Norman bit his lip and gradually started picking up the pace of his thrusting. It wasn’t before long that he had to hang his mouth open again to vent out more moans and whines. Otto was dripping around Norman, naturally lifting his leg up even higher to allow him to go deeper inside. His chest and stomach jiggled rhythmically with each thrust, Norman unable to pull his eyes away from the sight of his beautiful body moving. The wet sounds that accompanied their fucking had grown loud enough to be heard all across the room, perhaps even in the nearby hallway.
“Otto…” He groaned, blinking heavily, “Ohh, you’re so perfect.”
“Hah,” Otto let out in a ragged breath, “keep going.”
Norman began rutting inside him even faster, eliciting a series of loud, unhindered moans coming straight from his soul. Otto groaned himself, the pace blurring his vision as he felt another orgasm approaching. In the midst of their deep penetration, Norman used his other arm to grab at Otto’s leg, then moved his hand down to touch at his partner’s erect t-dick. He used two fingers to massage it.
“Fuck!” Otto barked at the sudden intensity, his eyes rolling back.
He gripped his fingers into the blanket again, bracing for another orgasm. With both forms of stimulation disrupting all of his senses again, he soon felt his walls clench against Norman’s cock, releasing a thick layer of cum all over him. Panting with each thrust at this point, Norman was almost at his limit. The added warmth and lubrication of Otto’s release hastened this, and only fifteen seconds of rapid thrusting later, he reached his edge. His dick pulsed as several strands of semen filled his partner, dripping out of his hole and onto the bed even before pulling out.
They were both left breathing heavily, staring at one another after such an intense moment. Otto could hardly think anymore, his mind and body spent after everything. Once Norman had pulled himself out, he slumped onto the bed to rest, laying on his side with his face only a few inches away from Otto’s.
“You forgot about using the rope,” Otto chuckled weakly.
Norman laughed, lifting his hand to cup Otto’s face, brushing his thumb carefully across the apple of his cheek.
“There’s always next time, dear.”