The cozy farmhouse living room was warm and inviting, but Harp's shoulders were tense and his expression weary as he trudged in through the front door after a long day of tending to the crops. He kicked off his boots and hung up his coat, rubbing his aching muscles as he let out a deep sigh.
Elliott, lounging on the couch, looked up from his notebook and gave Harp a playful grin. "Long day, old man?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
Harp rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile back. "You have no idea," he said, sinking into the armchair across from Elliott.
Elliott set his notebook aside and stood up, stretching. "Well, why don't you let me help you relax?" he suggested, sauntering over to Harp.
Harp raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" he said, skeptical.
Elliott smirked. "Yes, really. I'm going to give you the best massage you've ever had." He reached out and started to massage Harp's shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with his skilled fingers.
Harp let out a low moan of pleasure as Elliott worked his magic. "Not bad," he admitted.
Elliott chuckled. "I told you I was good." He continued to massage Harp's shoulders, working his way down his back.
Harp's muscles started to unknot under Elliott's ministrations. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back into the chair.
Elliott grinned. "I'm glad you think so." He continued to massage Harp's back, his hands moving lower and lower.
Harp caught on to Elliott's intentions and opened his eyes, looking up at his husband with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Elliott grins. "I'm relieving your stress in a... different way." He reached the bottom of Harp's shirt and started to lift it up, revealing Harp's toned abs.
Harp laughed. "You're shameless," he said, but he didn't stop Elliott from pulling his shirt off.
Elliott tossed Harp's shirt aside and kneeled down in front of him, undoing Harp's pants.
Harp raised an eyebrow. "You're really going for it, aren't you?" he said, amused.
Elliott grins. "I told you I was good at this." He pulled Harp's pants down, revealing his hard cock.
Harp let out a low moan as Elliott took him in his mouth, sucking and licking with expertise.
Elliott worked Harp's cock with his mouth, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Harp threaded his fingers through Elliott's hair, guiding him as he thrust his hips.
Elliott moaned around Harp's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Harp's spine.
Harp let out a loud moan as he came down Elliott's throat, his body going limp with pleasure.
Elliott stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Feeling better?" he asked, grinning.
Harp laughed, still trying to catch his breath. "Much better," he said, grinning back. "You really are the best at this."
Elliott grins. "I told you so." He helped Harp put his pants back on and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. "Come sit with me and tell me about your day," he said, wrapping an arm around Harp's shoulders.
Harp snuggled up next to Elliott, resting his head on his shoulder. "It was a long day, but it's over now," he said, closing his eyes. "Thanks to you."
Elliott kissed the top of Harp's head. "Anytime, babe."
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