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Allum drank the last mouthful of his drink, mind feeling pleasantly foggy. He leant sideways onto the man beside him, who simply wrapped an arm around him and drank his own drink. He’d come over to Harry’s house a few hours ago to watch films and now the two of them were sat on Harry’s bed, drunk. At some point between the start and end of the first movie, he couldn’t quite remember when, they’d both removed their shirts. Probably because of the heat but Allum had already forgotten. The second film's title flashed on the TV and he held his glass over, managing not to drop it. Harry poured him more wine, almost spilling it all over the bedsheets. He should thank him for that. Allum leant over, careful to keep his glass steady, and tilted his head to press a kiss to Harry’s lips. It was a bit messy but he managed to not miss him completely. He stayed there for a moment, the feeling of the other man’s mouth on his pleasant, before pulling away to have another sip of wine. However, as he tried to pull away, a hand made its way to the back of his head, slightly smacking it as Harry tried to move quickly, and pulled him back. Harry deepened the kiss, messily pushing his tongue into Allum’s mouth. He moaned into Harry's mouth, enthusiastically kissing him back. He blindly placed his glass onto the bedside table, Harry assumingly doing the same, as he climbed onto the taller man’s lap. The hand pulled on his dark brown hair, making him moan again. He slumped slightly against the other's chest and a pair of hands tried to grab his hips. The hands managed to hold onto him after patting his thighs a couple times, the fourth sliding up his chest.
He pushed his hips forward as Harry pinched one of his nipples and pulled his hair at the same time. Allum let out a loud moan, pulling away from the kiss to cover his mouth. The other man pushed and pulled on his hips, making him grind his erection against his. He slumped further against the other man, face pressing into his chest and back arched upwards. The hand in his hair moved to rest on his back, the other one still pinching and pulling on his nipples. The pair of hands on his hips suddenly forced him to stop, making him whine at the loss of friction. The other hands moved off his body to unbutton his jeans, tugging them down after his hips were pulled upwards. Allum’s boxers were pulled down with them, hard cock hitting his stomach. Harry then tugged down his own shorts and underwear. He grabbed both their dicks in his hand, making Allum groan at the touch, and moved it up and down.
Allum thrust his hips forward slightly as Harry thumbed at his tip, smearing the precum that had beaded on it. Harry kept moving his hand quickly, making him moan against his chest. His own moans mingled with Allum’s, the film in the background barely covering the sounds. Allum screwed his eyes shut as he came, body tensing as cum spurted onto his chest and Harry’s stomach. He collapsed against the other man, breathing hard. Harry let go of his softening cock and move his hand a few more times before climaxing himself. Allum felt more cum hit his chest and stomach, cooling in the air of the room.
They lay there panting for a moment, before Allum rolled off Harry. Grabbing his glass, he took another sip of wine. Harry got up and went into his en-suite, coming back with a damp flannel. He stumbled slightly as he walked but managed to climb back onto the bed. He wiped the drying cum off his stomach before tossing the flannel over to Allum, who did the same. He passed the flannel back, watching and giggling as Harry tossed it to his clothes basket and missed by about a meter. He slid over to curl up into him, sipping at his wine contentedly. Two of Harry’s arms wrapped around him.