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I wonder what Helmut is up to.
No, I have to focus. This plant is close to sprouting.
Bob new better than to get distracted when connecting to a new seedling in psitanium soil. He could unintentionally alter the type of plant that would sprout.
But Helmut…
Figments of Helmut started to erupt in his mind. His wide barrel chest to his large warm hands. He can't help the sigh that slips through his lips at the memory of Helmut going down on him, sucking his cock with those big green eyes looking up at him.
A gentle pop brings Bob back to reality, locking eyes with the plant that has sprouted from the pot in front of him that looked strange. It was round and green like a cactus with a few flowers scattered down one side. Two false eyes and smooth grooves that looked as if they should be containing needles.
Why does it look like the Helmut plant?
Beyond the flowers that acted as Helmut' long hair, this plant was similar to one of the plants that Raz had helped him deal with. Rose petals for hair that gave of a whiff of an familiar smell.
Bob felt the need to hesitate, to check it psychically but for some reason he began to pot it without a second thought. A small poof of pollen floated around him as he placed it in the center of the soil, that smelled almost identical to Helmut. Strawberries and a hint of warmth as if fresh from sitting under the sun. On top of all of that, just a hint of musk of sweat from after a performance. With high adrenaline and anticipation for his after show reward.
Bob had no clue of his eyes heavy dilation but he felt his cock in his pants grow hard in record time. His mind grew blank of all logic and instead was filled with the thought of his husband, Helmut.
Bob stashed his gardening tools by the door and left his greenhouse, his mind on a one track path to the waterfall where the Feel Mobile was parked.
His breathing grew heavier with each step and his mouth grew dry. The only thing he could think to quench his thirst was having Helmut sitting on his face, licking at his cock and hole and swallowing his cum straight from the source. The thought of Helmut holding him down and snuggling into his thighs surrounding his head made Bob's head swim and his cock strain harder against his pants.
Bob didn't notice the way his pants grew too tight, pushing harder against his zipper and straining the button.
Climbing up the path, the first thing before his eyes is Helmut sitting in the light of the sun. Legs crossed on his picnic blanket and and face tilted up to absorb the rays, all without a shirt on. The sight of his chest with its sprinkling of freckled and short red hairs that ran down into his shorts made Bob shiver with barely restrained lust and anticipation.
The sound of Bob's footsteps brought Helmut back to the land of the living, his excitement to see his husband shifted quickly to concern. Bobby was covered in sweat, his breathing was labored and he shivered as if he were freezing with a potted plant in his hands.
"Are you okay Bobbybear? You look like you're running a fever."
"I made uh, I…" The words couldn't leave Bob's mouth as he oggled Helmut as he stood and rushed over to him. Neither noticed the plant slip from his hands as he wrapped his arms around Helmut's neck and brought him down for a kiss.
Though shocked, Helmut melted into the kiss, moaning as Bobby's hands carded through his hair and pulled him closer. The feeling of something bulging and warm poked him.
"Oh is this what you - woah!"
Bob wrapped a hand around Helmut's own and pulled him into the back of the Feel Mobile. As Helmut backed into the mattress in the back of the van, he watched Bob crawl to close the doors before turning back to Helmut with wide, dark eyes and his mouth panting with each breath.
"Sit on my face? Please."
Bob crawled on his hands and knees to reach to Helmut's shorts, pulling them and his underwear down without heeding for his response.
Bob has never been this assertive in their entire relationship and now he was almost commanding Helmut to spread his legs and straddle his face. His eyes were blown wide open and Bob licked his lips in like he was starving.
Something was clearly wrong with Bob but Helmut could hardly say no. Not when he could feel his own cock hardening and his hole beginning to leak at the command. He had always fantasized what a dominant Bob would look like in bed and he was never one to give up the chance to see it first hand.
Bob flung Helmut's pants and underwear away from the mattress and laid on his back, pulling at Helmut to shuffle overhead and straddle his face as requested. Bob could feel his parched throat begging for a drink from between his legs.
"I'm not trying to crush you sweets, I can h-" Helmut tried to dissuade Bobby's request by a strong grip on his hips and a deep rumbling from underneath stopped him.
"No, I need you, Now."
Bob pulled Helmut down so that he draped over the back of the seats and finally began to eat away, licking the underside of his tdick and sucking on the tip. He can feel Helmut squirm in his grip and the gasps through his body made his stomach jiggle. The sounds of Helmut gasps mixed with Bobby's name on his lips filled his mind and fueled him to teasing his tongue inside his soaking wet entrance.
Bo- bobby! wha-what's gotten into y-"
Helmut's words barely made a dent in the force of Bob's train of thought that was stuck solely on making Helmut feel good. A mantra repeated in his mind over and over again.
Need him, want him, all of him
The sense of relief as he fucked Helmut with his tongue, his hands having finally moved from his hips, one to stroke his cock and the other to cup Helmut's tit in the palm. Helmut could feel Bob pinch his nipple between his thumb and pointer and pull a gasp from his lips.
Perfect, he's perfect. I want his cum in my mouth, want him to grind on my face.
Helmut threw his head back and followed Bobby's mental command, his cock rubbed against his nose and Bob's tongue dug deeper inside of him pressing up against his g-spot. The electricity through Helmut's nerves was a surprise as he came, clawing at the seats and moaning so loud it had to be heard from outside the van.
Bob finally felt a touch of freedom in his mind at the gush of cum that spread across his face, his throat no longer feeling parched like before. Instead now all he could think about was the raging boner trapped in his pants and his mind conjured the images of Helmut underneath him, legs raised and around his waist as Bob held onto his wrists and listened to his gasps and moans.
Bob had no clue he was projecting this image into Helmut's own mind who blushed as red as a rose.
No reason to deny you
Helmut rose up on shaky knees, face burning at the sight of Bob staring up at him with a glistening beard and wide dark eyes staring at his dick. Helmut backed away under Bob's watchful eyes to lay on his back, chest heaving from exertion but arms wide open inviting the other closer. Helmut didn't get the chance to say anything before Bob was over him, hands interlaced and face hidden in Helmut's neck leaving kisses and light bites along the side.
The noises out of Helmut mouth was the most heavenly song in Bob's mind. Lifting his face from the marked canvas that was his neck to see the figments dancing around them. Dancing hearts, stars, dandelions and roses flited above his head in tune with his gasps. A figment of Bob himself popped up bigger than the rest capturing his lovesick eyes beneath skewed glasses.
Glancing down at Helmut's face shows half lid eyes that are focused on Bob, a ray of affection deep in those deep green eyes.
Are you okay Bobby?
Bob connected their lips in response.
I'm perfect just please, please please-
Helmut had no idea what he was pleading for until he felt the clothed bulge against his cock, no doubt getting soaked in the process. It took some time for Helmut to console Bob enough to release his hands to unbutton and push his pants down.
Helmut was accurately aware that Bob had an average size dick, a happy medium that satisfied him.
This was not that medium anymore. He blushed as the initial fear turned into excitement at the sight. Beading precum that dripped down the side, the visible throb and vein on the underside all together with the fact that Bob won't stop projecting the thought of fucking him until he cried.
Helmut could feel his face burning red hot but that didn't stop him from bringing Bobby closer to feel their cocks rub together. Their mixed cum coated Bob's cock while the head gently pushed past Helmut's folds.
Bobs' senses were full of his husband. Hands gripping the flesh of his hips, the warmth of his skin and the ticklish feeling of the tiny hairs on his stomach. As he pushed in deeper into Helmut's core, the gasps that escaped his mouth drove Bob deeper into his his hold. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while projections of mini fireworks exploded around him. Perfect hardly seemed like the word to describe the beauty that was Helmut in that trance.
Except for when the sight of his husband was hidden behind freckled arms. As much as Bob loved the sight of those arms, they hid Bob's favorite feature.
One large TK hand grabbed Helmut by the wrists just as their hips met. His moan was swallowed up by Bobby's lips, their closeness made their senses overlap. His brain was overloaded with their shared sensations, as if he could feel his skin against Bobby's, smell what Bobby smelled. He could even hear the double audio from both sets of ears of the wet slap between them.
When he came, he knew Bobby felt it too as he stiffened up and tightened his hands in Helmut's hips, no doubt leaving hand shaped bruises in his wake.
Helmut could also feel that Bobby was far from done. His dick stayed hard no matter how much he came. Helmut knew he was in for a very long day but he couldn't think of anywhere else he would want to be than underneath Bobby.
Don't stop
Yes, my Psi-King.
"So let me get this straight," Otto examined the cactus Helmut and Bob had brought to him, sealed in a glass jar with a grin that only got bigger with each word out of his mouth.
"You conjured a never before seen, aphrodisiac plant that only effects you because you couldn't stop thinking about Helmut?"
Bob's face did burn bright as he refused to make eye contact with Otto with only one sentence out of his masked mouth.
"I say we burn it."
Bob stood more than a yard away from the flowering cactus plant that was now stored away under a glass container. He had been mortified with himself when he scrolled through the hazy memories of jumping Helmut in the Feel Mobile. He hadn't had control over anything he did but after waking up he was forced to sit with what he had done.
Helmut on the other hand-
"No! we're not burning it." Helmut opposed. Helmut held the jarred plant close to him. He wore his one turtleneck sweater to hide the very visible hickies and bite marks that ran up his neck.
"It was a new vibe! It was like we were sharing a body!" Helmut gave off those same bright firework projections. When he scoured through those memories, it was like his and Bobby's first time all over again, like a wavelength loop that only got more intense the longer it went.
And they had gone a while.
"Were there any physical side effects?"
The way the couple's face both flashed a brilliant red with exclamation marks around Helmut's head and vines wrapping around Bob's ankles, Otto knew for once that he would rather not know the answer.