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The not-so-young newlyweds stood at the threshold of the bedroom in their slightly rumpled tailcoats. They were tired, pleased and a little bewildered.
"Do you still think that taking a practical approach to the consummation will help strengthen our strategic alliance, my Lord?" Sir Humphrey Appleby asked, well aware that his bureaucratic mannerisms still turned Jim Hacker on. Not the strangest role-play.
He wasn't wrong.
"Yes!" And Lord James Hacker, never one to miss an opportunity, pulled his husband towards the bed.
They undressed unhurriedly, helping each other with their ties, cufflinks, buttons, belt buckles and shoelaces.
Then they climbed into bed and lay on their sides, nose to nose. Looking into each other's eyes, they kissed and exchanged sweet, awkward endearments.
Jim reached for the lubricant first, warming the tube between his palms. He squeezed out enough for both of them, then wrapped his hand around Humphrey’s prick. Humphrey reciprocated immediately: sliding his hand between their bodies to take his husband's cock in a firm grip.
"That's right," Hacker murmured approvingly. "Everything as it should be on a wedding night."
The couple continued to caress each other at a leisurely pace, their eyes half-closed and their foreheads pressed together.
After a while, Hacker swore under his breath, remarking, "My knee is starting to protest. Humpy, let’s switch…"
They carefully changed positions and added more pillows. Of course, they also reapplied the joint gel before returning to the polishing of their "historical treasures."
"Much better this way. We’re like two spoons on a shelf," Jim commented on the tactical repositioning.
He embraced his husband from behind, wrapping an arm around his torso like the proverbial lion with the unicorn. Pressing his chest firmly against Humphrey’s back, he resumed his confident yet smooth strokes. Humphrey reached his arm back to grasp his husband’s erection, his fingers sliding gently along the shaft.
Their unhurried rhythm became synchronised, their hearts beating in unison and their moans merging into one. From time to time, Jim paused to kiss the back of Humphrey’s neck and shoulder, pressing him even closer. They found that the spooning position was surprisingly comfortable, with minimal strain on the hips and no pressure on the lower back — they could truly let go and relax…
The pleasure gradually built until it washed over them both almost simultaneously. Humphrey let out a shaky sigh, which was echoed by Jim’s quiet groan. The world did not burst into a million fireworks — nothing of the sort — it just rocked and cradled them with a warm wave of bliss, again and again, until they were left in a state of happy, serene exhaustion.
"I thought I had closed that sentimental page — the one involving kissing and other such ridiculous physical maneuvers, long ago and forever, about fifteen years back..." Humphrey confessed in a hoarse half-whisper once he had caught his breath and turned to face his husband. Gently brushing a stray grey lock from Jim’s high, wrinkled forehead, he added, "Or less? That was the last time we had that colossal row. But now, strange as it is, I don’t regret opening that page again… You’re still damn good at this."
Hacker now wore an insufferably smug grin, but his voice trembled slightly with emotion: "Agreed, not a bad first wedding night at all." He pulled his husband closer for a wet deep kiss, nothing like the one they'd performed for the public at the registry office earlier that day. Stubborn Humphrey still hadn't shaved off his beard, but Jim was definitely starting to enjoy the way it tickled his chin and, on occasion, other parts of his anatomy. "And, I hope, not the last! Please note that we managed it even without the aid of those little sky-blue pills."
"Yes, my Lord..."
Clearly, in their case, the emotional factor far outweighed the pharmacological one.