They agreed to one rule for the day: Directly stimulating the other was off the table. First to break the rule loses. The thought of the prize never crossed their minds. Teasing, touching, all things physical were otherwise fine.
He struck first, while they crossed each other in the hall. He grabbed her by the shoulders from behind and pushed her into the hall. She grunted lightly against the strain before biting her lip in anticipation. Pressed and held still, she let him do as he pleased.
His hands started innocent, strong fingers kneading at knots and sore muscles at the base of the scalp, down the neck, and stopping at the shoulder bones. She enjoyed melting at his touch anywhere on her body, but particularly enjoyed him massaging the her shoulders.
His right hand slowly grew into a firmer grip on her shoulder while his left trailed light fingers down her spine until he shifted it to the front, tightly grasping her hip bone. She let out a gasp at the squeeze and tightened her thighs together.
He pushed her face into the wall and bent her over, slightly, before grinding into her. He slowly moved his hips as his fingers drew circles down from her hip to her thigh, slowly inching inwards.
Squeezing her thigh, he leaned forward to kiss and nip at her neck, trailing up to her ear. “Check,” he whispered into her ear, before withdrawing his hands and walking away.
Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, groaning in frustration. Of course, she decided at that moment when she’d return the favor. She picked herself up and off she went, biding her time.
She peered around into the doorway, admiring his figure in the kitchen. It was a couple of hours later and he was doing the dishes. She watched his hands move, strong forearms exposed from rolled up sleeves as he diligently cleaned each cup and plate.
She carefully snuck up behind him, hoping to catch him off guard. He turned his head slightly towards her with a knowing smirk as she got close, but at that point it was too late. She wound her arms around his sides, reaching her hands up to his upper chest.
Pressed up against him, she dropped her hands down lower, fingers tracing soft edges felt through his shirt. He was still was scrubbing the plate he held, but he had slowed down and hadn’t switched plates since she walked in.
With a thumb tracing the line of his waist band, she noticed him take in a sudden small breath of air. She gave a light laugh and a tight hug around his chest, then she was on her way.
He dropped the plate back into the sink and groaned. Turning off the faucet, he looked up and contemplated tracking her down now to finish the deed.
One victory wasn’t enough for her, so she tried again later while he was at his desk. Focused on what he was writing, he didn’t notice her until her lips were pressed into his neck. He bit at the air in shock, trembling slightly. He reached a hand back and ran it through her hair.
Her hand slipped down his shirt, the nails dragging lightly across his skin. Lips parted and her teeth started to graze along his neck. He had stopped typing by the time her other hand landed on his thigh.
A quick grunt and he pulled her over his shoulder, landing her upside down into his lap. She made a surprised noise before giggling, her face now nuzzling into his crotch.
He stood up, carrying her in place as he walked to the bedroom. She was going to thoroughly enjoy her victory, the proof was right in front of her already.