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.]
You are -- god. [He gives one of those breathless little laughs, snagging his discarded shirt off the floor to at least partially clean up his hands and their stomachs. They can worry about something more thorough later.
Once Muldoon is settled, Casper wraps his arms around him again, pressing his mouth to the mark he'd left at his collarbone.]
More than fine. Fantastic. Amazing, even. I like the bite, I'll cherish it.
[The warden's going to have to worry about getting an ego at this rate.]
You weren't so bad yourself. [An understatement if ever there was one. Hopefully the fact that Muldoon is drawn right back to kissing Casper's lips and neck says what his words don't.]
Would you like anything? [Asked between kisses, as if he wouldn't be happy just to stay here and enjoy the warmth of their closeness.] A drink? Tea? Or whiskey?
Tea would be great, eventually. When I feel more up to moving. Right now I feel pretty cozy right here, and you seem to be attached to my neck. No complaints.
I will say -- c'mere. [He sets his fingertips under Muldoon's chin to tip his face up for a slow, almost tender kiss.] Mm, I needed to do that. But I will say that what I had of the dinner you made? Was delicious.
[Oh good, he can be attentive without having to leave Casper... He does almost protest when he's being guided away from his neck, but replacing that with a proper kiss is more than alright. He hums happily into it and is left with a cheeky smile at the compliment that follows.]
I preferred dessert. But I'm greedy enough to want seconds, even though I'm perfectly satisfied. [He'll nip Casper's bottom lip then just because he can.]
Well, you certainly know how to make a man feel wanted. [Oh, those little kisses and nips are absolutely addictive. He has a suspicion his neck might have marks on it, with all the attention Muldoon's been paying to it, but he doesn't mind in the least.]
Does this mean you'd like to do this again, some time?
[Getting the sense that Casper would like his words to be given a bit more attention than his neck for the moment, Muldoon settles himself to pay attention. The question gets a raised eyebrow as he wonders if the answer wasn't obvious.]
[Just for the moment. He's more than happy to let Muldoon lavish attention on his neck after his question is answered.
Which -- the answer has him smiling, his expression almost shy. But hopeful, still. Pleased that he's not the only one who'd like this to be a more-than-once situation. His fingers trace lazy patterns over the warden's back as they make themselves a little more comfortable together on the sofa.]
Oh? We could try to get through a full meal, next time.
[He would definitely like to do more. Perhaps next time he won't be so overzealous that he jumps Casper like a horny teenager. In the meantime Muldoon will have to settle with the gentle stroking.]
I'm always up for a challenge. [Shifting a bit he adds,] But maybe we'll indulge in a bed next time.
[Well. Casper doesn't mind being jumped, honestly. He's no better, given how his mind wanders whenever they meet up for drinks.
Either fortunately or unfortunately for Muldoon, depending on his current temperament, Casper is a cuddler. Which means he has his arms draped over the warden's shoulders now as he noses at his cheek, one leg winding around him to keep him close.]
Ooh, a bed? You'll spoil me. If I don't wrangle you into my office, first.
[While Muldoon isn't generally a cuddly person, he's inclined to do whatever Casper wants. So he'll gladly stay where he is as long as Casper's happy with it. The cheeky conversation definitely helps.]
Your office? [That intrigued arched eyebrow reappears.] Are you determined to prove you can be wicked then?
I might be, if you continue not believing me. And there's something a little thrilling about the idea of doing something scandalous on my desk, don't you think? [His smile is a little mischievous, and he reaches a hand up to pass his thumb over Muldoon's lower lip again.]
Just sweeping everything aside in a moment of passion. Hoisting me onto the edge of the desk and having your wicked way with me.
[Nice as the touch on his lip is, Muldoon is still going to be stubborn in his opinion.] I don't believe you. You're too shy to kiss me. How can you be wicked at work?
[Then he tilts his head at Casper.] What about turning you around, bending you over your desk, and having my wicked way with you? Too much?
[Muldoon's eyes flicker back and forth as they scan Casper's reaction. There definitely is one, but he's not sure if it's a good one or not. He suspects (he hopes) Casper is being coy again, but it doesn't stop his jaw from twitching.]
I'd need a little bit more than you not objecting. [Those sharp eyes shift from Casper's gaze to focus on where he twirls Casper's hair between his fingers. A purposeful act of casualness.] It's alright. We can slow things down a bit.
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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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Once Muldoon is settled, Casper wraps his arms around him again, pressing his mouth to the mark he'd left at his collarbone.]
More than fine. Fantastic. Amazing, even. I like the bite, I'll cherish it.
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You weren't so bad yourself. [An understatement if ever there was one. Hopefully the fact that Muldoon is drawn right back to kissing Casper's lips and neck says what his words don't.]
Would you like anything? [Asked between kisses, as if he wouldn't be happy just to stay here and enjoy the warmth of their closeness.] A drink? Tea? Or whiskey?
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I will say -- c'mere. [He sets his fingertips under Muldoon's chin to tip his face up for a slow, almost tender kiss.] Mm, I needed to do that. But I will say that what I had of the dinner you made? Was delicious.
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I preferred dessert. But I'm greedy enough to want seconds, even though I'm perfectly satisfied. [He'll nip Casper's bottom lip then just because he can.]
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Does this mean you'd like to do this again, some time?
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[Getting the sense that Casper would like his words to be given a bit more attention than his neck for the moment, Muldoon settles himself to pay attention. The question gets a raised eyebrow as he wonders if the answer wasn't obvious.]
I would. Sooner rather than later.
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Which -- the answer has him smiling, his expression almost shy. But hopeful, still. Pleased that he's not the only one who'd like this to be a more-than-once situation. His fingers trace lazy patterns over the warden's back as they make themselves a little more comfortable together on the sofa.]
Oh? We could try to get through a full meal, next time.
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I'm always up for a challenge. [Shifting a bit he adds,] But maybe we'll indulge in a bed next time.
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Either fortunately or unfortunately for Muldoon, depending on his current temperament, Casper is a cuddler. Which means he has his arms draped over the warden's shoulders now as he noses at his cheek, one leg winding around him to keep him close.]
Ooh, a bed? You'll spoil me. If I don't wrangle you into my office, first.
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Your office? [That intrigued arched eyebrow reappears.] Are you determined to prove you can be wicked then?
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Just sweeping everything aside in a moment of passion. Hoisting me onto the edge of the desk and having your wicked way with me.
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[Then he tilts his head at Casper.] What about turning you around, bending you over your desk, and having my wicked way with you? Too much?
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Would you really. I can't say I'd object.
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I'd need a little bit more than you not objecting. [Those sharp eyes shift from Casper's gaze to focus on where he twirls Casper's hair between his fingers. A purposeful act of casualness.] It's alright. We can slow things down a bit.
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