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.]
[Maybe the sofa isn't the best place for this, but it does add something a little thrilling to the whole situation. A little naughty, almost. Something hurried and heat of the moment.
But Muldoon's slow, steady pace is torture and it has Casper whining with every breath. His own hands fumble, trying to work their way between them to get at Muldoon's jeans, wanting very badly to return the favour.] I want -- let me -- god --
[The sofa is definitely not the best place for this, but moving would require stopping what they're doing even for a moment, which neither of them seem inclined to do. Muldoon certainly isn't. Not with Casper making sounds like that.
Hearing Casper struggle against pleasure to get his words out, Muldoon can't help but grin. Just to make things more difficult, he speeds up and doubles his attention as Casper tries to get them on more even footing.]
God just -- [He drops his forehead to Muldoon's shoulder with a breathless laugh, his fingers curling against the waistband of his jeans, tugging at the material there. He can barely think straight, much less focus long enough to try and battle against denim.
Fine, he can be distracting, too. He picks a spot against Muldoon's collarbone, somewhere that his shirt will hide, to nip and suck at the skin there with the aim of leaving a bruise.] I can blow you, after. If -- nnh if you want. Thought about that too, a few times. Watching you sit in my office. So fucking proper. [It's all nonsense, mumbled against the warden's skin in between smeared kisses and sharp nips of teeth.]
[As long as Casper is enjoying himself too, it's all in good fun no matter how much he toys with the other man's ability to focus. No sooner has he gotten that small victory than Casper is making him gasp and flush all over again. Casper's mouth makes his collar tickle and sting and it takes him a moment to get the hang of concentrating again.
He doesn't know what to say. He's never been much of a talker, and right now his thoughts are bouncing around the place from one lovely thing to the other. Instead he puts his effort into show rather than tell. Which in this case means sitting up enough for him to tug Casper's trousers down further, providing more freedom for his hands. Muldoon does take a moment to let his eyes linger on Casper's cock, an eyebrow arching and a pleased smile on his lips as he meets Casper's gaze.
Then he dips back down again to give Casper one of those slow, deep kisses, as his hand returns to slowly, firmly, stroking his erection and steadily picking up the pace.]
[It's a rather vulnerable feeling, spread out underneath Muldoon like this. Pinned underneath his gaze. But then Muldoon's hand is on him again and he's being kissed and his thoughts go to static again.
His fingers find their way to grip the warden's upper arms, pressing hard into the muscle there. Every exhale is a soft, keening noise and he kisses Muldoon like the other man is his only source of oxygen.
After a few moments, those noises start to pitch up and Casper breaks away to smear a few desperate kisses over Muldoon's cheek and jaw.] Close. I'm right -- god --
[That kissing is wonderful. He almost forgets that there's a reason for Casper to be forced to break away, to breathe, distracted by a more important sensation.
He tilts his head, nose brushing Casper's cheek, so that he can speak directly into Casper's ear. Voice low enough that it rumbles, strong enough that it could hardly be a whisper.] I want you to come. I want you to come hard.
[It's a wonder he keeps his voice steady with the effort of keeping his own desires in check, and with speeding up his affections to meet Casper's need. But while he might have spoken by Casper's ear, he's not going to miss watching the crescendo, gaze shifting from Casper's face to his cock and back again. It's hot enough to make his own breathing shudder.]
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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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But Muldoon's slow, steady pace is torture and it has Casper whining with every breath. His own hands fumble, trying to work their way between them to get at Muldoon's jeans, wanting very badly to return the favour.] I want -- let me -- god --
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Hearing Casper struggle against pleasure to get his words out, Muldoon can't help but grin. Just to make things more difficult, he speeds up and doubles his attention as Casper tries to get them on more even footing.]
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Fine, he can be distracting, too. He picks a spot against Muldoon's collarbone, somewhere that his shirt will hide, to nip and suck at the skin there with the aim of leaving a bruise.] I can blow you, after. If -- nnh if you want. Thought about that too, a few times. Watching you sit in my office. So fucking proper. [It's all nonsense, mumbled against the warden's skin in between smeared kisses and sharp nips of teeth.]
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He doesn't know what to say. He's never been much of a talker, and right now his thoughts are bouncing around the place from one lovely thing to the other. Instead he puts his effort into show rather than tell. Which in this case means sitting up enough for him to tug Casper's trousers down further, providing more freedom for his hands. Muldoon does take a moment to let his eyes linger on Casper's cock, an eyebrow arching and a pleased smile on his lips as he meets Casper's gaze.
Then he dips back down again to give Casper one of those slow, deep kisses, as his hand returns to slowly, firmly, stroking his erection and steadily picking up the pace.]
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His fingers find their way to grip the warden's upper arms, pressing hard into the muscle there. Every exhale is a soft, keening noise and he kisses Muldoon like the other man is his only source of oxygen.
After a few moments, those noises start to pitch up and Casper breaks away to smear a few desperate kisses over Muldoon's cheek and jaw.] Close. I'm right -- god --
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He tilts his head, nose brushing Casper's cheek, so that he can speak directly into Casper's ear. Voice low enough that it rumbles, strong enough that it could hardly be a whisper.] I want you to come. I want you to come hard.
[It's a wonder he keeps his voice steady with the effort of keeping his own desires in check, and with speeding up his affections to meet Casper's need. But while he might have spoken by Casper's ear, he's not going to miss watching the crescendo, gaze shifting from Casper's face to his cock and back again. It's hot enough to make his own breathing shudder.]
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