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.]
Fuck -- [It's Muldoon's voice right against his ear, sending shivers through him, that tips him over the edge. He tenses and shudders, gasping Robert's name, eyes shut tight as he falls apart.
Trembling still, he buries his face against Muldoon's neck and wraps his arms around his shoulders. Holding him close as he murmurs against his skin -- ] When I can remember how my limbs work, I'm seeking revenge for torturing me.
[The warden helps him through it, making sure he's fully and happily spent before his hand moves to take Casper by the waist and pull him close again.
His lips pull against a wide smile as he kisses the scientist's neck and shoulder. A smile which only widens at that promise. He pauses to nip Casper's ear.] You enjoyed every second.
Mm, sorry, was I not complimentary enough? I'll try harder to be more vocal next time. [It's a little dry, but said with a smile and a pleased hum at those little kisses pressed so sweetly to his skin.
That smile is just as sweet as the kisses are, but he'll save that compliment for later. It flusters Muldoon so, when he says it, which is adorable.
Casper brings a hand up to run his fingers through Muldoon's hair, scratching the back of his neck affectionately.] I swear, if you keep kissing me like that, I'll never want to leave this sofa.
Mm I look forward to that. [Hummed as he continues his kissing. It's not that Casper wasn't vocal, of course, but the warden enjoyed it too much to discourage any more. That, and he's not going to rise to any teasing.
He's more than prepared to do some teasing himself, however.
Lifting his head again, he crooks an eyebrow at Casper playfully.] Looking to escape already?
God, no. [Now that he's at least slightly back in his head, his fingertips slide over Muldoon's chest, down to tease across his stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans.]
I'm enjoying myself. And I would consider it a personal failing if I didn't return the favour.
That would be a tragedy. [Those teasing fingers slide down a little further, pressing more firmly against the fly of Muldoon's jeans, seeking out and tracing the length of him through the denim.]
Now, I could keep talking, if you wanted me to. Tell you about all the very naughty things I've imagined doing to you while I use my hands. Or I could do what I offered a few moments ago, and get on my knees for you.
[There is a slow, controlled breath as he keeps his focus against the pleasant distraction of Casper's hand. It doubles as giving him a moment to consider both equally enticing options.
He eyes Casper's lips, realising that it wouldn't be a bad idea to hear what kinds of things the other man is drawn to. But also, though he would never admit it, the warden finds himself wondering if the roughness of Casper's moustache wouldn't make the alternative... problematic.
Gaze returning to meet Casper's, Muldoon answers with a low, but firm,] Talk. Tell me everything you've thought about.
[Maybe if he were less experienced, but he does make an effort to not let it get in the way. Some practice and some care and mindfulness.]
I can do that. [He smiles and leans up to brush their lips together, something more soft and teasing this time as he works to undo Muldoon's jeans. Once they're loose, he slips his hand inside to wrap his fingers around him with a low noise of appreciation.]
You're always so... so put together. Even when we're drinking, you stay so composed. It was always so tempting to see if I could try to ruffle you. Fluster you, somehow. [As he talks, he moves his hand slowly, keeping his grip light for now. Wanting to tease, in return for having been teased.]
[After Muldoon's rough, eager kissing, Casper's gentleness contrasts nicely. He gets drawn into that kiss, so that it, and then Casper's touch, pull his breath out in a sigh.
He has to shift slightly. To keep himself up more easily, along with what composure he'll be able to cling to with Casper's touch. His breath deepens, so he distracts from the fact with kisses and nips along Casper's jaw.]
Well not like this, not in the office. Or, at least, not during working hours. [The way he's talking right now matches the way he's touching Muldoon. Low, languid. Like they have all the time in the world.
The little kisses make him smile, and he offers up his neck again.] I'd take your hand, probably under the guise of checking for new injuries. And while I did I'd maybe ask you about this or that scar or callous. To give me an excuse to rub my thumb against your palm, or your wrist maybe.
Flirt, [He growls and bites Casper's neck. Gently, testing whether the other man likes that there.
Letting Casper set the pace is excruciating. He wasn't this slow, was he? His breathing gets heavier with each stroke and he feels like he's burning from the inside out, but he with Casper talking about flustering him he can't just lose himself. Not yet, anyway.]
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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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Trembling still, he buries his face against Muldoon's neck and wraps his arms around his shoulders. Holding him close as he murmurs against his skin -- ] When I can remember how my limbs work, I'm seeking revenge for torturing me.
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His lips pull against a wide smile as he kisses the scientist's neck and shoulder. A smile which only widens at that promise. He pauses to nip Casper's ear.] You enjoyed every second.
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That smile is just as sweet as the kisses are, but he'll save that compliment for later. It flusters Muldoon so, when he says it, which is adorable.
Casper brings a hand up to run his fingers through Muldoon's hair, scratching the back of his neck affectionately.] I swear, if you keep kissing me like that, I'll never want to leave this sofa.
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He's more than prepared to do some teasing himself, however.
Lifting his head again, he crooks an eyebrow at Casper playfully.] Looking to escape already?
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I'm enjoying myself. And I would consider it a personal failing if I didn't return the favour.
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We couldn't have that now, could we?
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Now, I could keep talking, if you wanted me to. Tell you about all the very naughty things I've imagined doing to you while I use my hands. Or I could do what I offered a few moments ago, and get on my knees for you.
Up to you, handsome.
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He eyes Casper's lips, realising that it wouldn't be a bad idea to hear what kinds of things the other man is drawn to. But also, though he would never admit it, the warden finds himself wondering if the roughness of Casper's moustache wouldn't make the alternative... problematic.
Gaze returning to meet Casper's, Muldoon answers with a low, but firm,] Talk. Tell me everything you've thought about.
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I can do that. [He smiles and leans up to brush their lips together, something more soft and teasing this time as he works to undo Muldoon's jeans. Once they're loose, he slips his hand inside to wrap his fingers around him with a low noise of appreciation.]
You're always so... so put together. Even when we're drinking, you stay so composed. It was always so tempting to see if I could try to ruffle you. Fluster you, somehow. [As he talks, he moves his hand slowly, keeping his grip light for now. Wanting to tease, in return for having been teased.]
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He has to shift slightly. To keep himself up more easily, along with what composure he'll be able to cling to with Casper's touch. His breath deepens, so he distracts from the fact with kisses and nips along Casper's jaw.]
How would you try to fluster me?
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The little kisses make him smile, and he offers up his neck again.] I'd take your hand, probably under the guise of checking for new injuries. And while I did I'd maybe ask you about this or that scar or callous. To give me an excuse to rub my thumb against your palm, or your wrist maybe.
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Letting Casper set the pace is excruciating. He wasn't this slow, was he? His breathing gets heavier with each stroke and he feels like he's burning from the inside out, but he with Casper talking about flustering him he can't just lose himself. Not yet, anyway.]
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