[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.]
Stop! [He throws an arm over his eyes to try and hide a laugh, unsuccessfully.] Stop, I'm trying to be flirtatious and coy. Maybe I've aged a little past that.
[Muldoon pulls the arm down away from Casper's eyes, trying to reassure him despite both of them still smiling.]
I don't need you to be coy. And you can be flirtatious with little more than a look. I won't hold it against you if you're rusty, though. God knows I am.
It's not an offer, really. It's just the way things are. [He tilts his head, giving Casper a look of feigned seriousness.] You'll have to use this power for good.
I promise not to use it for anything too nefarious. I might try to get out of trouble with it, I'm giving you fair warning.
[His smile is soft and fond, in contrast to Muldoon's faux-serious expression. He reaches up to cup his jaw, stroking his thumb over the warden's lower lip.] This is so nice. I could do this for ages. As long as you let me.
Mm, well fair warning, you might not want to get out of trouble with me. [Casper gets a demonstrative deep kiss, teeth pulling gently at the scientist's lower lip as he pulls back again.
As for talk of doing this for an extended period... Muldoon raises an eyebrow.]
I couldn't. If you stay here, like this, for too long, I won't be able to stay so well behaved. I'll get carried away.
[Oh, dear. Casper fairly melts into that kiss, making a needy noise at the loss of it, when Muldoon pulls back again. He's hand slides down to rest against the back of his neck, trying to keep him there.] Then don't be well behaved. Especially if you're going to kiss me like that.
[That gets another smile from Muldoon before he relents and gives Casper what he wants. Talking might have given them a breather, but the warden is happy to get things hot and heavy again. He holds Casper, running fingers through the other man's hair and pulling him close by the waist. Then, when he makes Casper melt again, he rolls his hips to remind his companion of all sorts of fun they haven't even touched on yet.]
Don't -- nnh. [His arms wrap around the warden's shoulders again and he lets himself be lost in the kiss for a while. He arches up to meet him, to press their bodies tighter against each other, whining at the feel of their hips sliding together.
It takes him a few moments to remember he'd started to say something that he should probably clarify.] Don't move your hips like that if you don't plan on following through.
Don't move my hips? [He repeats as if he didn't hear the rest of the request.] I can always move something else.
[Like his hand. Which slides across Casper's waist and then down his thigh, only to come up again, shifting to palm the other man's bulge through his trousers. It's the only point he pauses in his kissing, to enjoy Casper's reaction.]
So cruel. [Though it's gasped breathlessly against Muldoon's mouth, his fingers clenching and pressing against the warden's shoulder as he pushes up against his hand.]
I -- I like your hands. I think about them a lot. How elegant they are, how skilled they must be. If they'd be rougher than mine, g-given your uh. Your line of work. [He gets the words out in fits and starts, in between feverish kisses pressed to Muldoon's jaw, moving down his neck.]
[Elegant might not be something he's described as often, but he's too focused on Casper to be self-depreciating. The fingers pressed into his shoulder only get him to give the other man more attention.]
Oh? And what do you think about my hands doing? [Asked even as his hand plucks at Casper's belt and tugs it open, a little rougher than strictly necessary.]
[And Casper is more than happy to shower him with compliments. Later, when Muldoon isn't being terribly distracting.
He nods and nips at the warden's ear, tugging a little with his teeth.] That, yes, exactly that. Your hands on me, your fingers, god. I've seen the knots you can tie. Makes, uh. Makes the mind wander.
[While he might be fully occupied by the man underneath him, Muldoon will not be forgetting the things Casper is sharing. He almost detours a little... before deciding that Casper is being patient enough with him as it is. Besides, that nipping is only spurring him on.
As soon as Casper's belt is dealt with, his button undone and his fly down (yes, Muldoon does take his time with that too), the warden is keen to slip his hand underneath the remaining fabric. He wants to feel Casper, and Casper will certainly get to feel the calloused hands of a man who works outside all day. Try as he might to be gentle, Muldoon does not have the softest touch, and his enthusiasm ensures that his grip is firm.]
[Casper swears under his breath, sinking his teeth into Muldoon's shoulder with a low groan. Hopefully the warden doesn't mind a few bite marks, here and there.
He was right, god, Muldoon's hands are rougher than his own. Long fingered, with callouses from years of working with guns and rope and all manner of outdoor things. The firm grip is fine, it's good, it has Casper panting against Muldoon's neck, murmuring quiet nonsense about how damned good he feels.]
[On the contrary, Muldoon enjoys the teeth on his skin. That, the sounds trickling from Casper's lips, and the erection in his hand makes his own trousers feel suddenly tighter. His focus, however, remains squarely on Casper, though not for entirely selfless reasons.
No, it's incredibly enjoyable to watch Casper fall apart under his touch in the most delicious of ways. After so much time alone it's a much needed boost, and he intends to make the most of it. He makes sure to feel out all of Casper, keeping his attention consistent for as long as the scientist will be able to bear it. Meanwhile he kisses Casper everywhere but the lips, so the other man can continue to pant and whine and bite freely, and Muldoon can taste his skin.]
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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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More enticing than a 5am jog? Careful. You'd make a person swoon talking like that.
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I don't need you to be coy. And you can be flirtatious with little more than a look. I won't hold it against you if you're rusty, though. God knows I am.
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[His smile is soft and fond, in contrast to Muldoon's faux-serious expression. He reaches up to cup his jaw, stroking his thumb over the warden's lower lip.] This is so nice. I could do this for ages. As long as you let me.
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As for talk of doing this for an extended period... Muldoon raises an eyebrow.]
I couldn't. If you stay here, like this, for too long, I won't be able to stay so well behaved. I'll get carried away.
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It takes him a few moments to remember he'd started to say something that he should probably clarify.] Don't move your hips like that if you don't plan on following through.
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[Like his hand. Which slides across Casper's waist and then down his thigh, only to come up again, shifting to palm the other man's bulge through his trousers. It's the only point he pauses in his kissing, to enjoy Casper's reaction.]
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I -- I like your hands. I think about them a lot. How elegant they are, how skilled they must be. If they'd be rougher than mine, g-given your uh. Your line of work. [He gets the words out in fits and starts, in between feverish kisses pressed to Muldoon's jaw, moving down his neck.]
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Oh? And what do you think about my hands doing? [Asked even as his hand plucks at Casper's belt and tugs it open, a little rougher than strictly necessary.]
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He nods and nips at the warden's ear, tugging a little with his teeth.] That, yes, exactly that. Your hands on me, your fingers, god. I've seen the knots you can tie. Makes, uh. Makes the mind wander.
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As soon as Casper's belt is dealt with, his button undone and his fly down (yes, Muldoon does take his time with that too), the warden is keen to slip his hand underneath the remaining fabric. He wants to feel Casper, and Casper will certainly get to feel the calloused hands of a man who works outside all day. Try as he might to be gentle, Muldoon does not have the softest touch, and his enthusiasm ensures that his grip is firm.]
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He was right, god, Muldoon's hands are rougher than his own. Long fingered, with callouses from years of working with guns and rope and all manner of outdoor things. The firm grip is fine, it's good, it has Casper panting against Muldoon's neck, murmuring quiet nonsense about how damned good he feels.]
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No, it's incredibly enjoyable to watch Casper fall apart under his touch in the most delicious of ways. After so much time alone it's a much needed boost, and he intends to make the most of it. He makes sure to feel out all of Casper, keeping his attention consistent for as long as the scientist will be able to bear it. Meanwhile he kisses Casper everywhere but the lips, so the other man can continue to pant and whine and bite freely, and Muldoon can taste his skin.]
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