[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.]
I am. I'm awful, once I realize my flirting might be returned. [Yes, he very much enjoys being bitten, and makes an approving noise at the teeth against his neck.
But the jeans are getting to be a problem. So he takes his hand away, but only to try and work Muldoon's jeans down below his hips, so he has more room to work. This time, he moves a little faster, but not by much, twisting his wrist at the end of each upstroke.]
Though it has been so difficult not to just climb in your lap and kiss you, when you're sitting in my office with me.
[When he realises what Casper's doing, he helps how he can. Though there is a temptation to change up what they're doing. Anything which might get him more and faster. He can't help but roll his hips a little in an attempt to get more, though it's not as effective as he'd like.
He ends up panting, slow but heavy, against Casper's neck, grazing it with his teeth.]
Now who's proper? [He growls, pausing to bite Casper's shoulder.] If that's what your thoughts were, I'm not the proper one.
Oh? Is straddling you in my office not misbehaving enough for you? [Good, his technique is working then. He wants to watch the warden come apart, wants to watch him lose that composure.
Casper adjusts his grip to be less teasing and more firm. Actual pressure now, and his free hand comes up to scrape his nails over the back of his neck. His smile is a little wicked as he presses a kiss to the side of Muldoon's face.] What should I do, then? Push you up against my desk, have my wicked way with you?
[Muldoon bites Casper's shoulder to stifle a groan, his body tensing to resist moving in any way which might grasp more pleasure. His hand curls around the back of Casper's neck, fingers stretching to slide into his hair.]
Wicked? You? [He scoffs, but mostly so he doesn't have to talk too much and give away that he's melting under Casper's touch. Maybe it helps to hide how shallow and eager his breathing is getting.]
I mean I could stop. [And he does still his hand, instead dragging his thumb over the head of Muldoon's cock. But it's clear that the warden is holding back on him, and that's the absolute last thing he wants. More than anything, he wants to see him lose that cool exterior of his.]
[That draws another low groan from him, his fingers tightening around the back of Casper's neck.]
Don't stop. [The words come out faster than he thinks to bite them back. His hips shift, trying to give a slow but pointed thrust into the hand around him. He nips Casper's ear, trying to pull back some dignity after his hasty pleading.] I don't want you to stop.
There you are. That's what I wanted. [His grin is more than a little smug, but he relents, licking his palm before wrapping his hand around Muldoon again.
This time, he works at a proper pace, quick and firm, twisting his wrist at the end of each stroke for some added friction. He noses at Muldoon's cheek until he gets to his mouth, pulling him back into a long, slow kiss.]
[Any and all attempts to resist falling apart go completely out the window at Casper's renewed touch. That kiss and that hand become his entire world. His own hands grasp desperately for more, fingers digging into the other man as he pulls Casper closer.
It's only when he absolutely needs to that he pulls away to catch his breath in pants and whines. He nuzzles Casper's neck, gasping against his skin.]
Casper... Casper, I... I'm... [There are plenty of words he could say, but he is helpless to pick any of them. Instead he pulls at Casper's hair and bites his shoulder.]
[Perfect. This whole thing is perfect, from the way Muldoon is clinging to him to those soft little whines against his neck. He reaches up to cup the back of the warden's head, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging slightly. Encouraging the biting and the fingers digging into him.]
Yeah? Come on, then. I want to see you come for me, too.
[What Casper wants he will get. Muldoon's whole body tenses as he comes, groaning and shuddering with the waves of pleasure as they crash over him.
It takes him a few moments before he loosens his grip on Casper, and settles himself to half lie on him so his ecstasy racked muscles can rest. They're a mess now, but what a wonderful mess.]
I'm sorry, [he says when he finally gets his brain in order.] About your shoulder. [That bite is going to leave a mark.]
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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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But the jeans are getting to be a problem. So he takes his hand away, but only to try and work Muldoon's jeans down below his hips, so he has more room to work. This time, he moves a little faster, but not by much, twisting his wrist at the end of each upstroke.]
Though it has been so difficult not to just climb in your lap and kiss you, when you're sitting in my office with me.
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He ends up panting, slow but heavy, against Casper's neck, grazing it with his teeth.]
Now who's proper? [He growls, pausing to bite Casper's shoulder.] If that's what your thoughts were, I'm not the proper one.
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Casper adjusts his grip to be less teasing and more firm. Actual pressure now, and his free hand comes up to scrape his nails over the back of his neck. His smile is a little wicked as he presses a kiss to the side of Muldoon's face.] What should I do, then? Push you up against my desk, have my wicked way with you?
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Wicked? You? [He scoffs, but mostly so he doesn't have to talk too much and give away that he's melting under Casper's touch. Maybe it helps to hide how shallow and eager his breathing is getting.]
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If it's not wicked enough for you, I mean.
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Don't stop. [The words come out faster than he thinks to bite them back. His hips shift, trying to give a slow but pointed thrust into the hand around him. He nips Casper's ear, trying to pull back some dignity after his hasty pleading.] I don't want you to stop.
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This time, he works at a proper pace, quick and firm, twisting his wrist at the end of each stroke for some added friction. He noses at Muldoon's cheek until he gets to his mouth, pulling him back into a long, slow kiss.]
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It's only when he absolutely needs to that he pulls away to catch his breath in pants and whines. He nuzzles Casper's neck, gasping against his skin.]
Casper... Casper, I... I'm... [There are plenty of words he could say, but he is helpless to pick any of them. Instead he pulls at Casper's hair and bites his shoulder.]
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Yeah? Come on, then. I want to see you come for me, too.
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It takes him a few moments before he loosens his grip on Casper, and settles himself to half lie on him so his ecstasy racked muscles can rest. They're a mess now, but what a wonderful mess.]
I'm sorry, [he says when he finally gets his brain in order.] About your shoulder. [That bite is going to leave a mark.]
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