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Pouncing on People 4 by Moonloon
 
 

Seamus Harper was a man with a mission. He’d planned his line of attack with precision. There was no way Tyr was going to be able to detect his presence before Harper was ready for him to.

Everything was set up: Harper had programmed a minor misalignment in one of the weapon controls which Tyr would have to fix. Tyr couldn’t adjust it from command; he was going to have to come down to engineering. The control just happened to be right next to the intake for the main ventilation system, ensuring that, A. Tyr wouldn’t be able to hear him over the fans and, B. Harper would be ‘down wind’.

Harper rubbed his hands together in manic glee. Oh boy! I’m gonna get him this time. Hiding behind a carefully haphazard pile of packing crates, proximity sensor in hand, he waited for Tyr to show up.

Harper held his breath as a blip moved on the sensor readout. Come on big guy, just a little closer, he thought grinning. The blip moved into range but before Harper could leap out, Tyr’s hand appeared, wrapped a fist in Harper’s shirt and jerked him out from behind the crates.

Harper stared into faintly amused, chocolate brown, eyes. "Oh, hi Tyr. Um, fancy meeting you here."

"Nice try Harper. If you’d been hiding somewhere else you might have succeeded." Tyr tugged Harper’s shirt up and stroked the warm, exposed flesh.

Harper shrugged out of Tyr’s grasp. "So how did you know? Did I make a noise? Could you smell me? Telepathy? What?"

Tyr rolled his eyes, "It was the obvious place for an ambush." Tyr moved to pin Harper to the wall, his hands busy pulling off Harper’s shirt. "Those crates were a give-away. You should have used them as a decoy and jumped down from the ceiling struts."

"I thought about it, but I jumped down on you last time and it didn’t work." Harper was getting hard remembering what Tyr had done to him last time. The fingers rolling his nipples were probably part of the reason too.

Tyr’s feral grin made an appearance. "It might have worked this time. Probably not, but you’ll never know. So did you sabotage the weapon controls?"

Harper pulled out a device from his tool belt and pressed a button. "What sabotage? All the control systems look fine to me."

"Good, then I’m finished for the day," Tyr said.

"Me too," Harper said brightly. He reached up and pulled Tyr’s head down for a kiss.

Tyr growled as Harper’s tongue flicked into his mouth. He slid his hands down to cup Harper’s ass and lifted him up. Harper wrapped his legs around Tyr’s waist and shivered.

"Crap! That chain mail is fucking cold Tyr."

"And your tool belt is digging into me."

There was a localised flurry of movement as shirts, tool belts, boots and weapons were discarded. Tyr groaned as Harper climbed up him, his mouth finding a sensitive area on Tyr’s neck. Tyr moved to the crates and shoved Harper down, almost ripping the ridiculous baggy pants off him in his eagerness.

"Hey, go easy big guy. I’m just a little kludge y’know. I'm not built for too much rough handling."

Tyr glared down at Harper. "You are not a kludge. Don’t ever say that again."

Surprised by Tyr’s vehemence Harper just nodded. Does he hate to be reminded that he’s fucking an inferior or does he really not see me that way? Harper wondered.

Harper ran his hands down Tyr’s smooth, muscled back and whimpered as Tyr ran his tongue over the sensitive skin surrounding his dataport. Tyr seemed to be all hands and mouth. Harper was rapidly losing control of his body’s reactions: Tyr was driving him slowly crazy with soft touches and light kisses, interspersed with stinging bites. Harper groaned and tried to thrust up against Tyr’s stomach, desperate for friction. Tyr pulled back and Harper growled with frustration.

"Patience, little one." Tyr pulled out a tube of lubricant and slicked his fingers.

"Patience my ass! Hurry up. Ooooooh!" Harper writhed in pleasure as Tyr’s strong fingers slid deeply into him, stoking his sweet spot and pushing him close to the edge.

Harper protested as Tyr tried to roll him over, "I like to watch you fuck me. You look so hot, I could cum from that alone."

Tyr bent down and kissed Harper deeply before burying his cock balls deep in him.

Harper howled as the burn and the pleasure mixed, firing lights off behind his eyes. He reached up to feel the hot skin of his lover above him. "Fucking perfect," he murmured as Tyr thrust slowly into him. "You’re fucking perfect Tyr. Do you know that?"

"Yes," Tyr said with a grin as he shifted his angle and pumped hard and fast over Harper’s prostate.

Harper screamed and arched his back as he came hard, his cock spraying over their bodies. The spasming in Harper's ass pulled Tyr over the edge and he shuddered once, groaned Harper’s name and fell forwards. Tyr braced his arms against the crate so as not to crush Harper and kissed him.

"I like to watch myself fucking you too. Although you look about twelve when you cum. I don’t think I want to explore that too thoroughly."

"Pervert." Harper murmured softly into Tyr’s hair. "We’d better move before we stick together. There’s towels and stuff behind the crates."

"You really thought you’d catch me?"

"Well I was hoping. I was pretty sure I’d get some even if I didn’t catch you."

Tyr chuckled, "You are going to keep trying aren’t you? The day you jump out and surprise me is…"

"…The day you get fucked in the ass." Harper finished.

Tyr thought about it for a moment. "Agreed."

Harper rolled his eyes. "Oh boy! I think my brain just mushed. Dylan’s not going to get any engineering done for a while. All my genius powers will be bent to the task of stalking hot Nietzschean booty."

Tyr grinned, "I can't think of a better use for them."

The End

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