Very impressive... [But it's a distracted murmur as he leans back on the couch, moving happily where Muldoon wants him to go.
The hands in his hair get a low, pleased noise, and Casper, in turn, works on untucking Muldoon's shirt to slip his hand underneath, settling against his lower back. The other hand rests against the back of Muldoon's neck again, well-kept nails dragging over the sensitive skin there.
It's been far too long since he's been with someone like this. But the way he and Muldoon have been dancing around each other? This was absolutely the right decision to make.
Casper parts his lips eagerly for Muldoon, pressing up against him encouragingly.]
[Those nails, even light as they are, get a pleased rumble from the warden. In return he moves to give Casper's jaw a bit of attention, and then his neck, teeth lightly scraping skin before being replaced by gentler kisses. He takes advantage of the angle too, running one hand along Casper's body until he reaches Casper's thigh. Here he encourages it to move aside, tighter to Muldoon's hip so that the warden can get closer to him.
Now that they've thrown away all pretence Muldoon intends to make the most of it. With Casper closer, he returns his attention to that lovely mouth, kissing deeper than before. That hand along Casper's thigh shifts back upwards to return the favour of getting in under the scientist's polo. He should probably rein himself in, but he has no desire to.]
[Casper is, as he is with most things, deeply enthusiastic and responsive. Every touch or slide of their bodies together gets a sigh and a noise of encouragement. Yes he wants this, and no he absolutely doesn't want it to stop.
He shivers at the hand under his shirt, pushing into the touch, tightening his leg over Muldoon's hip. The movement slots their hips together just so and he groans, twisting his fingers in the material of the warden's shirt.]
[It's about now that Muldoon curses his decision to go with jeans. It was meant to be a way of coming across as more casual. Right now all it's doing is muffling the lovely feeling of being with another man.
Some part of him knows that he should slow down, but after all the time they've spent together this doesn't really feel like the first date. But slow has never been his strong suit in these things, even when he knows he's going to reach a point where his experience gives up on him.
Instead of being sensible he rolls his hips to eke out some pleasure of his own, prompting a low growl from him. He pulls Casper close, nipping his lip and his jaw. Far from slow down, he's getting distracted exploring under Casper's shirt.]
Just take it -- [Though his thought is interrupted by he movement of Muldoon's hips and that bit of friction and god, those teeth against his skin. No, he's not terribly inclined to go slow, either. Not when the other man feels so damn good against him.
He does his best to collect his thoughts, dragging his fingers through Muldoon's hair to encourage further biting.] Take it off, sorry, god. My shirt, I mean. You can -- [Though his thought trails off again with a breathless laugh, tipping his head back a little to offer his neck]
[There's a bit of an eyebrow raise at that half thought before it gets finished and he smiles instead. It's a little difficult to pull off clothes when he's being given an open invitation to bite a little harder. He lets his teeth dig into Casper's neck just slightly more than before and it takes all his willpower to pull back at the sounds he makes.
But Casper will get his wish. With a few kisses, Muldoon undoes the few buttons remaining on Casper's polo and takes the scientist's glasses to set them on his own face, keeping them out of the way as he slides the shirt up and over Casper's head.
After tossing the shirt aside he has to pause, and then take Casper's glasses off to make sure he's seeing this right. This time Casper gets a properly arched eyebrow as the warden looks him over. Sure Muldoon knew he worked out, but hot damn! Yes, he has a lot of exploring to do.
Casper will get his glasses back so that Muldoon can focus on feeling him up.]
[Well. Some experiments take a while to run, gene sequencing takes time and lord knows Casper has nervous energy to burn. Working out passes times, and it doesn't take a lot of space to do a set of pushups or situps or whathaveyou.
He's smiling, still, honestly thrilled about the entire situation. He decides that he doesn't need to see that badly, and his glasses get set on top of his shirt. It makes pulling Muldoon into another kiss that much easier, without them in the way, and so he does just that, nipping eagerly at his lower lip.
His fingers get to work, too, to unbutton the warden's very nice blue button-down (which Casper privately things brings out his eyes, but Muldoon would probably scoff at the compliment if said out loud). He slips his hands under Muldoon's shirt, palms stroking restlessly over his sides, craving more contact.]
[Once those buttons are undone, Muldoon helps untangle his arms and get it out of the way. Where Casper is sculpted, Muldoon is more lean, his chest hidden by dark hair, with an assortment of scars scattered across his skin. He's much more focused on Casper, though. Hands running up and down the man before pulling himself close, so that as much skin touches skin as he can get while they kiss.
Once again he rolls his hips, nipping at Casper's ear and jaw before trailing kisses down his torso. All of this has been hidden from him and he intends to explore thoroughly. With the way he goes about it, Casper would be forgiven for thinking he's committing it all, every dip and rise, to memory.]
Goodness. [It's a breathless sort of noise as Muldoon starts exploring his body like he wants to make a map of it. No inch goes unkissed, and Casper is already making helpless, needy little whines as the warden settles in to his newfound duty.
Muldoon's out of kissing range, and so Casper's hands move restlessly. Across his shoulders, over his back, along his arms. Wanting to touch everywhere at once.]
[It's really a terrible tease the way he progresses down Casper's torso, all the way to the button on his trousers, only to skirt off to one side instead. His watch on one wrist and bracelets on the other are the only break from skin firmly feeling out skin.
He takes his time, no matter how much his companion shows his desire, vocally or otherwise. Eventually he does move back up to kiss Casper's lips, his hands running down the man's body and then thighs as he does so.
Finally he pauses to look at Casper, unable to fully hide his smile.]
Mean. You're mean. [But he's laughing and kissing Muldoon as he says it, trying to press up against him as much as possible. The kisses are nice, the kisses are wonderful, but full body contact is even better.
The hands on his thighs only encourage him to try and wrap a leg over Muldoon's hip.]
Yes. [He finally answers, between kisses.] Yes I am. Even if you're torturing me.
[He can't help himself. Making Casper laugh and whine in equal measure is too enjoyable. He even pushes himself up as if to start to get up, though it's a lot harder with a leg wrapped around him. Casper is right, he is mean, but they're both loving it.]
No! Get back here. [He presses his heel a little harder against him to get him to stay, draping his arms over Muldoon's shoulders and nipping playfully at his chin to punctuate his point.]
Mm, why did we wait so long for this? We've missed so many opportunities to kiss each other, what a shame.
[The warden drops with a little 'oof' when Casper nudges him back down. It does get a chuckle out of him though, before he goes back to kissing Casper's jaw. He almost misses Casper's question.]
Mmm, how much time do you give to your personal life? [He points out. Both of them put work first. Casper is definitely as bad as him, if not worse (somehow).]
Oops. Too true. [A fair point, really. Though his tone is distracted. Those kisses to his jaw are very nice, and he offers up his neck. Feeling a bit like some sort of prey animal but not entirely minding it.]
Well. You're going to start hunting me down, right? If I work too long. Or laying traps.
[Taking the silent direction, the warden moves down Casper's neck, adding the occasional nip when he mentions hunting. Although it's quickly followed by him pulling back just enough to ensure Casper is being honest.]
You'd genuinely like that, wouldn't you?
[He'd assumed Casper was just joking before, but now...?]
Honestly? [The question has him looking a little sheepish. A little shy, but -- he nods. He feels like he's blushing bright red, with how warm his face and the back of his neck are.]
There's something -- thrilling about the idea, I'll admit. Especially if you're the one doing the hunting.
[It won't help that Muldoon has Casper squarely under that intense gaze of his. Nor does he let up once that confession has been shared. If anything it only makes the warden more curious.]
And do you enjoy the idea more because you're sure I'll catch you?
[God, his eyes are so blue, and Casper feels almost pinned under the weight of that gaze. His tongue moves to wet his lips as he gives another small nod of affirmation.]
That's exactly it. You are very good at what you do. And the idea of being the subject of your focus is more than a little thrilling. I was tempted to be late tonight, just to see what you'd do.
That wouldn't be the problem. [Then he tips his head in a half-shrug.] Not everyone is comfortable with getting surprised, or having someone they've only been on one date with invade their space.
I am very okay with you invading my space. [Which he underlines by wrapping his arms around Muldoon's neck again, pulling him in for another kiss and ending it with a soft, teasing nip to his lower lip.]
Just don't sneak up on me while I'm holding something fragile, and we'll be fine.
I do like to keep active. When I'm stressed, I become a bit of a gym rat. And getting a quick workout in my office while something is running or coding or whatever is a good way to pass the time.
Though I could think of some more enticing options for cardio than my usual 5am jog. [Which is said which an arched eyebrow, while trailing his fingers lightly over Muldoon's arm.]
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The hands in his hair get a low, pleased noise, and Casper, in turn, works on untucking Muldoon's shirt to slip his hand underneath, settling against his lower back. The other hand rests against the back of Muldoon's neck again, well-kept nails dragging over the sensitive skin there.
It's been far too long since he's been with someone like this. But the way he and Muldoon have been dancing around each other? This was absolutely the right decision to make.
Casper parts his lips eagerly for Muldoon, pressing up against him encouragingly.]
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Now that they've thrown away all pretence Muldoon intends to make the most of it. With Casper closer, he returns his attention to that lovely mouth, kissing deeper than before. That hand along Casper's thigh shifts back upwards to return the favour of getting in under the scientist's polo. He should probably rein himself in, but he has no desire to.]
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He shivers at the hand under his shirt, pushing into the touch, tightening his leg over Muldoon's hip. The movement slots their hips together just so and he groans, twisting his fingers in the material of the warden's shirt.]
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Some part of him knows that he should slow down, but after all the time they've spent together this doesn't really feel like the first date. But slow has never been his strong suit in these things, even when he knows he's going to reach a point where his experience gives up on him.
Instead of being sensible he rolls his hips to eke out some pleasure of his own, prompting a low growl from him. He pulls Casper close, nipping his lip and his jaw. Far from slow down, he's getting distracted exploring under Casper's shirt.]
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He does his best to collect his thoughts, dragging his fingers through Muldoon's hair to encourage further biting.] Take it off, sorry, god. My shirt, I mean. You can -- [Though his thought trails off again with a breathless laugh, tipping his head back a little to offer his neck]
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But Casper will get his wish. With a few kisses, Muldoon undoes the few buttons remaining on Casper's polo and takes the scientist's glasses to set them on his own face, keeping them out of the way as he slides the shirt up and over Casper's head.
After tossing the shirt aside he has to pause, and then take Casper's glasses off to make sure he's seeing this right. This time Casper gets a properly arched eyebrow as the warden looks him over. Sure Muldoon knew he worked out, but hot damn! Yes, he has a lot of exploring to do.
Casper will get his glasses back so that Muldoon can focus on feeling him up.]
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He's smiling, still, honestly thrilled about the entire situation. He decides that he doesn't need to see that badly, and his glasses get set on top of his shirt. It makes pulling Muldoon into another kiss that much easier, without them in the way, and so he does just that, nipping eagerly at his lower lip.
His fingers get to work, too, to unbutton the warden's very nice blue button-down (which Casper privately things brings out his eyes, but Muldoon would probably scoff at the compliment if said out loud). He slips his hands under Muldoon's shirt, palms stroking restlessly over his sides, craving more contact.]
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Once again he rolls his hips, nipping at Casper's ear and jaw before trailing kisses down his torso. All of this has been hidden from him and he intends to explore thoroughly. With the way he goes about it, Casper would be forgiven for thinking he's committing it all, every dip and rise, to memory.]
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Muldoon's out of kissing range, and so Casper's hands move restlessly. Across his shoulders, over his back, along his arms. Wanting to touch everywhere at once.]
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He takes his time, no matter how much his companion shows his desire, vocally or otherwise. Eventually he does move back up to kiss Casper's lips, his hands running down the man's body and then thighs as he does so.
Finally he pauses to look at Casper, unable to fully hide his smile.]
Enjoying yourself?
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The hands on his thighs only encourage him to try and wrap a leg over Muldoon's hip.]
Yes. [He finally answers, between kisses.] Yes I am. Even if you're torturing me.
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[He can't help himself. Making Casper laugh and whine in equal measure is too enjoyable. He even pushes himself up as if to start to get up, though it's a lot harder with a leg wrapped around him. Casper is right, he is mean, but they're both loving it.]
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Mm, why did we wait so long for this? We've missed so many opportunities to kiss each other, what a shame.
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Mmm, how much time do you give to your personal life? [He points out. Both of them put work first. Casper is definitely as bad as him, if not worse (somehow).]
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Well. You're going to start hunting me down, right? If I work too long. Or laying traps.
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You'd genuinely like that, wouldn't you?
[He'd assumed Casper was just joking before, but now...?]
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There's something -- thrilling about the idea, I'll admit. Especially if you're the one doing the hunting.
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And do you enjoy the idea more because you're sure I'll catch you?
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That's exactly it. You are very good at what you do. And the idea of being the subject of your focus is more than a little thrilling. I was tempted to be late tonight, just to see what you'd do.
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Would you still be happy with the results of your 'experiment' even if they weren't what you expected?
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What, that you wouldn't come after me, in some way? That would be the only result I wouldn't be happy with.
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That wouldn't be the problem. [Then he tips his head in a half-shrug.] Not everyone is comfortable with getting surprised, or having someone they've only been on one date with invade their space.
[In summary:] I don't want to overstep.
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Just don't sneak up on me while I'm holding something fragile, and we'll be fine.
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I'd joke about you being fragile, but... [He moves enough to look pointedly over the other man.] You're definitely not.
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Though I could think of some more enticing options for cardio than my usual 5am jog. [Which is said which an arched eyebrow, while trailing his fingers lightly over Muldoon's arm.]
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