#soft penis play

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lena221b said: I did not know that soft play was a thing but I love it, thank you so much for this fic!

I didn’t know it was a thing either! Credit for that discovery goes to superjinkyo! It did turn out to be very interesting though. It’s definitely a ficlet I’m tucking away as something special to me personally.

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Hello! Are you taking request? If so, John/Harold, soft penis play, sweet and tender like. If it leads to completion cool, but the play is the focus. Many thanks!

I am indeed! This ended up taking lots of research and study and loads of questions but I think I kind of like it. Soft play isn’t something I wasn’t familiar with but I’m glad to have learned something new!

John hesitates to say any particular kind of time they spent together is better than another type. Any time spent with Harold is to be considered precious. But there’s something particular about times like this.

Harold cuddles up to him, still pink from their shower and smooths a hand down John’s side. “May I?” He asks, still timid about this kind of play. John presses a soft kiss into his damp hair. “I’d like that.” He murmurs. Harold shifts a little, gets himself comfortable against John’s chest and cups his soft cock.

It’s… different, like this. There’s no sense of urgency, no desperation. Rough, sloppy fucking against anonymous hotel room walls has its appeal and it’s place. This is neither. Harold is gentle, massaging fingertips over the softness of the skin, the tender flesh beneath. John sighs and shuts his eyes, stroking his fingers through Harold’s hair as he explores.

It feels good. Comforting, but somehow not inherently erotic. And it should be, John is pretty sure, Harold is petting his cock so sweetly, his full attention on the task. It should be erotic, right? John should be getting excited, right? “I like doing this.” Harold murmurs, his understanding of John’s thoughts ever miraculous, “I like the way you fill up my hands.” John hums, knees falling open a little more.

He circles his thumb and forefinger around the base of John’s balls, pulling down gently, just to feel the stretch, the way John’s body obeys him so readily. His ring finger is free to stroke over the softness just beneath them, massaging in small circles. It’s enough to keep him soft. Sometimes he does respond, thickening in Harold’s hand. When it happens, Harold doesn’t mind helping him to completion but it’s rarely the ultimate goal.  

“May we move to the edge of the bed?” Harold asks softly, as if frightened John will hear him, “I think… I would like to use my mouth.”

“We can, yes.” John helps him up and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, tossing a pillow down between his spread knees. Seated, he holds out his hands and lets Harold lean against him as he drops to his knees on the pillow.

Both of his hands are free to explore now, one raising John’s cock gently to press little kisses against the patch of hair along the base. “Would you like to come tonight?” He murmurs, “For me to finish you off?”

John takes a moment to consider the offer and Harold squeezes the shaft gently, sighing against him. “Not really. This is good.”

“Very well.” Harold strokes his thumb over the head, coaxing the foreskin back and pressing his parted lips to the glans peeking out.

John watches him with a gentle smile. Harold looks up at him as he closes his lips around the head, suckling lightly. It doesn’t bring the usual rush of arousal, just simmering pleasure. “You’re a minx.” John teases him anyway, stroking back his unruly hair.

Harold pulls off to smile sweetly, pressing another little kiss to the curve of his still soft cock. “Only for you, my darling.