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Pythagoras was deep in concentration as he tried to solve the newest of Jason’s problems using his mathematics skills. He lost track of how long he sat in the room with the scrolls, trying to figure out just how successful every option they had would be.
Mumbling to himself he wasn’t really aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone in the room any longer, not before the fifth or sixth time a fly kept annoying him by settling on his neck. It was quite annoying, but his annoyance vanished as he turned around and realised it wasn’t a fly, but his lover Icarus.
“What are you doing?” Pythagoras asked, not certain if he was annoyed or happy to see Icarus again. Still focused on the mathematical problem he ignored Icarus by facing the scrolls again, only to be pulled back as Icarus kept teasing him with the feather.
“They tell me you’ve not eaten today,” Icarus stated, as if he was in charge of his well being.
“I don’t have time-”
“Wrong, you do have time, it’s not as if anyone can do anything before you’ve finished the calculations.”
“But-”
“Taking a ten minute break won’t mess up the plans, what would ruin them would be you passing out because you’ve not eaten.” Pythagoras knew he was right. It wasn’t easy for him to accept help for such basic things like remembering to eat, but it had happened before, he almost passed out because he hadn’t eaten anything in two days, and so he spent more time being nursed back to health than taking a break to eat.
“Fine, ten minutes.” He didn’t really think about it but as he agreed to the ten minutes he could swear he saw a mischievous expression on Icarus’ face, but he quickly forgot it as he was handed a plate of food.
While eating Icarus continued to tease him with the feather, not bothered by Pythagoras who kept swatting at both the feather and him. Pythagoras tried to ignore the annoying behaviour, until he no longer could. It began as Icarus managed to tickle his most sensitive spot with the feather, a special location between his ear and shoulder, a spot which always brought him down to his knees if he wasn’t careful. Unable to hold back a giggle as he tried to twist himself away from the teasing Icarus he grabbed his plate and moved across the room, hoping to get some kind of break from his lover, who seemed determined to annoy him. Unfortunately the space Pythagoras put between them vanished as Icarus moved closer to him, with the feather still ready in his hand, threatening to continue the torture.
“What are you doing?” Pythagoras asked as he moved back to his desk.
“I want to see you smile, I’ve missed it.”
“What are you talking about, I smile.” He knew deep down it wasn’t entirely true. He was happy, but lately he’s had a hard time smiling as his mind has been full of calculations, trying his best to help Jason on his latest quest.
“Not really,” Icarus stated as he once again tickled Pythagoras with the feather. As he understood why Icarus was behaving as he did, Pythagoras decided not to run again. Of course that didn’t last long as Icarus knew how to tickle him, which made it impossible for him to eat, and threatened to make him buckle down on the floor.
“I thought I was supposed to eat,” he reminded Icarus.
“Nothing wrong in doing two things at the same time.” Pythagoras wasn’t far away from a laughing fit, which would make it impossible for him to eat. Suddenly he crumbled as he tried to move away from Icarus, but he was laughing too hard to properly escape.
Icarus threw away the feather as he knew he’d won, then straddled Pythagoras’ legs, not caring about the mess he was making on the plate, all he seemed to want was to kiss Pythagoras, something he was successfully doing.
Their soft kiss evolved into a makeout session, leaving both men breathless and their lips all puffy and raw. When Icarus pulled back and saw the change to Pythagoras’ face he said. “I love seeing you smile properly,” he told Pythagoras before leaning in for another deep kiss.
The kiss was amazing, it made Pythagoras forget all about his newest quest, forget about the annoying behaviour of Icarus, and especially forget all about time. Ignoring the plate which was on the floor next to him he let his hands crawl around Icarus’ body, pulling him closer until the two men could more easily taste each other.
Maybe it was all a clever plan by Icarus, distracting him till Pythagoras forgot about the calculations because suddenly Pythagoras felt Icarus’ hand eagerly reach for his cock. Pythagoras moaned into Icarus’ mouth. He knew what Icarus was planning, and he was willing to give his whole body, mind and soul to the experience. His own hands reached for Icarus’ cock, pulling it out so he could more easily return the pleasure he was receiving. Icarus cursed his name, telling Pythagoras just how much he loved him, Pythagoras wanted to say it back but in the same moment his lover managed to tease his cock in a way that made Pythagoras forget how to even speak. Before he knew it Icarus had both their cocks pressed against each other, his hand holding onto both as he simultaneously masturbated, the sensation sending Pythagoras off on a trip where he couldn’t even solve an easy maths question.
He could feel Icarus’ lips on his neck, slowly licking and kissing the spots which he had tickled just moments earlier, making Pythagoras even more crazy for his lover than he thought possible.
“Icarus,” he panted, the friction pushing him closer to his edge, closer to an orgasm, closer to the end game, but also closer to Icarus leaving. “Icarus,” he moaned again, completely unable to say anything else as he was lost in the attention Icarus gave him.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” Icarus confessed, sending shivers down Pythagoras’ body until he settled in his balls, shivers which were the only push he needed in order to come.
His orgasm was strong, causing Pythagoras to almost lose sense of where he was for a brief moment as the power of the orgasm took him to a new level. He wished Icarus would continue sitting on his lap, holding onto their cocks and teasing Pythagoras until he passed out from pleasure, but he knew they couldn’t stay like that for long, he still had a problem to solve, and all the sex in the world wouldn’t help him.
Unless, well, he’d been stuck for so long he didn’t really believe the brief distraction would help, but as he lay there with Icarus on top of him, their cocks softly teased by his lover, he seemed to have found a solution to the problem.
“I think I solved it.”
Icarus giggled. “So sex is the answer?”
“You know what I mean,” Pythagoras answered, knowing Icarus was making fun of him.
“Well, I’ll let you return to the problem at hand, just let me remove my hand first.”
Pythagoras smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which Icarus gladly responded to. He was slightly disappointed when Icarus got off him, but at the same time he was certain he’d figured out how to conquer their next quest.
“I’ll come back to check on you in an hour,” Icarus said and kissed Pythagoras one last time on his sensitive spot on his neck.
“Looking forward to it,” Pythagoras replied and giggled. If everything worked out as he thought then the next time he saw Icarus they could move the intimacy over to the bed, where they would enjoy each other until they fell asleep from exhaustion.