I do like being wooed. You wooed me today, with tyrannosaur teeth and fajitas, that counts. [While he talks, he skims his fingertips up and down Muldoon's sides under his shirt, from his hips up to his ribs and back down again. The warden likes clear instructions, it seems, and Casper can absolutely work with that.] But I also like being ravished.
And I have other shirts. Or I can just steal one of yours.
[It's habit that has Muldoon giving Casper his full, undivided, piercing attention. There's not even a hint of hesitation in the other man's answer, so there's no reluctance at all. The thought makes his eyebrow and mouth twitch as he replies with a simple,] Alright.
[Muldoon doesn't break that gaze as he takes Casper's shirt and pulls it open in one firm tug. As soon as he does that, it's like flicking a switch. He kisses Casper feverishly while his hands take in the scientist's ridiculously fit body. Even when he pulls away for breath, he tugs at Casper's lower lip with his teeth. Then he reasserts his focus onto Casper's neck, his hands already giving Casper's belt a few harsh tugs to open it up so he can do the same to his trousers.]
Fuckme. [The laugh melts into a groan and he fists a hand in Muldoon's hair, returning the kiss greedily. He wants so badly to just wrap his legs around the other man, but Muldoon's hands are at his belt and he can hardly breathe.
Those whines start up again, just like the other night. Needy little noises at the sensation of teeth against his neck while he tries to work open Muldoon's pants with trembling hands.]
[Those noises are perfect. They rile him up even more, if that's possible. The warden doesn't stop Casper working on his clothes, but he may be about to unintentionally distract him. As soon as Casper's trousers are open, Muldoon shoves his hand down them, feeling Casper through his underwear, too impatient to get past that next layer just to stroke him.
The wild, intense kissing returns to Casper's lips. His hand keeps moving even when he pauses, breathless, to look at Casper hungrily.]
I want to fuck you. [He's wanted to for a long time.]
Good -- [The word is cut off with a groan as he pushes up against Muldoon's hand, his fingers digging into and curling against the material of his pants where he was trying to undo them.
That look -- god. Those searing blue eyes gazing down at him like that, like he's about to be devoured.] Good. I want you to.
[Now that they're on the same page, Muldoon sets about removing the last of Casper's clothing. He pulls off his own shirt and then gets off the bed to better tear off Casper's trousers. The poor man's underwear will be treated with even less kindness if Muldoon has his way. Aside from the brief moments of sought out confirmation, it seems the warden's mind is limited to 'clothes, off, fuck'.]
[There isn't much he can do aside from lie there and let Muldoon strip him down. But it's fine -- it's good, in fact, if a little bit of a whirlwind. He might need more sturdy clothes, in the future. Thank god he decided to dress down for their dinner tonight, rather than his usual obscene amount of layers of sweaters and bow ties.
Once he's undressed, he makes a grab for Muldoon's hips, needing him close again.]
[As much as Muldoon wants to immediately climb back onto Casper, he delays so that he can get himself undressed that final bit. Only then does he get back onto the bed, all excited kissing and roaming hands.
It doesn't take long for him to want more, however. If Casper lets him, he'll pull away to roll the other man over.]
[He'll enjoy the kisses while he can, then, his hands moving restlessly over Muldoon's chest, dragging down to his hips. But then he's being moved, and he goes with it, settling against the mattress on his forearms. Trying and failing to catch his breath.]
[This he's not so practiced at, but desire makes up for a multitude of sins. He sucks on his finger briefly to add some saliva, and then presses it into Casper gently to prepare him. Bit by bit, little by little, until the other man is more relaxed around him.]
[It's a little rough, but a little rough is perfect for right now. Next time, maybe, he'll bring something, but this is great, this is excellent, and he groans. Pushing his hips back against Muldoon's hand as he sighs his name, high pitched and needy.]
[Being wanted so badly is intoxicating. As much as he could try and tease Casper, he wouldn't be able to stand it for long either. His finger moves in and out, doing what he can with how little patience he has. But eventually he can't hold out.
Against all his impulses, when he guides his cock in, he does go slow. Slower than his finger, anyway, but that's in part to let him savour the sensation, and stop himself from entering in one excited burst. And it does feel good. So good. Breathless little moans trickle from his lips until he bites them.
By the time he's inside fully he has to take a moment, his hands rubbing Casper up and down his back until they come to grip Casper's hips. When he moves back out, it's slow, agonisingly slow, to the point that he stops when he's out, testing his last little bit of self-restraint, before he pushes back inside.]
[The first few thrusts feel cautious, exploratory. The slow, steady friction is driving Casper absolutely crazy, making him grip the sheets, his head falling forward on a low moan.
He manages to get a knee under him, giving him more leverage to move with the steady push of Muldoon's hips. Encouraging it, encouraging him Letting his partner know that it's damn good for him, too.]
[Establishing that they've come together nicely, that they're both enjoying this, is important. It just won't be lingered on. Not when this feels so good. Now when Casper sounds so good. Not when Muldoon has been trying and failing not to think about this for longer than he's willing to admit.
The hands on Casper's hips control the movement the scientist is offering, so that they move together as Muldoon starts to pick up speed. When he said he wanted to fuck Casper, he wasn't lying. He really wants to fuck the man.]
[It's been on his mind more than he's admitted, even. Thinking about the warden's hands on his body, watching the way his legs and hips move when he walks, causing his mind to wander in all sorts of illicit directions.
The hands on his hips are fantastic, the pace Muldoon is setting is even better. They've both needed this for too long for them to be gentle with each other, this time. One hand reaches back to press against Muldoon's hand where it is against his hip, slotting their fingers together. Wanting just an extra bit of contact.]
[The unfiltered need takes a bit to get out of his system. He realizes he needs to slow down, though, or risk getting carried away and ending things sooner than either of them would like.
He nudges Casper's legs a little wider and comes closer to him. One arm wraps around his middle, the other grasps his shoulder. Stomach against back, skin against skin. All the better for Casper to hear the grunts and growls as Muldoon changes to slower, deeper, more powerful thrusts.]
[The start was good, but this is better. Muldoon pressed close to him like this, the feeling of his breath against his neck, those delicious moans in his ear.
And Casper isn't quiet about his own pleasure, either, letting out high pitched, reedy whines with every breath. His hands are fisted in the sheets and he can barely breathe as Muldoon takes him.] Fuck Robert, you feel so deep.
[Muldoon is not much of a talker. He much prefers show to tell, and Casper's gasped encouragement is answered with a particularly deep thrust, which he holds for a bit before continuing.]
I want you to feel me tomorrow, [he growls.] So you won't forget this.
[He bites Casper's shoulder, failing to muffle his own pleasure as he goes deep and hard. His grip is tight, holding his lover in place so that they can enjoy this together a little bit longer before either one of them breaks rank.]
[He gasps at the bite, reaching up to grip and tug at Muldoon's hair. He'll be covered in bitemarks by the end of this, and he'll be so terribly pleased with it. He wonders, in the still functioning part of his brain, if Muldoon's hands and tight grip will leave behind bruises. He hopes they do.
Being held like this is shockingly intimate, especially given the way Muldoon's voice is low and dark against his ear, sending shivers through him] I will, fuck. All the way up my spine.
[It's hard not to be encouraged by that, by the words and the hair pulling. Hard not to want to go full pelt and claim him right then and there. Instead he does something neither of them wants: He pulls out.
Whatever concern Casper might have is quickly assuaged as Muldoon gets off the bed only to pull Casper's hips over to him at the edge of the bed. The warden is quick to get back inside Casper, rubbing the other man's back to get him to bend downward, to see if this doesn't get more of those lovely sounds from him.]
[He's about to complain about the loss of Muldoon inside him, but then he's being tugged back and bent over the end of the bed and he shudders at the headiness that comes with being manhandled like this. And more sounds, oh yes. Little whimpers and deep moans and softly panted Roberts interspersed with profanity.
One hand goes to brace against the mattress, while the other slides restlessly over his own stomach, down along his hip. Aching to touch himself but feeling like he needs permission to, with the way Muldoon is leading things.]
[Not knowing Casper's desire for permission, that roaming hand is seen as an expression of Casper's intense experience. It's now that Muldoon finds himself speeding up, slowly at first, but quickly gathering momentum.
Fucking Casper like this feels so good, so right. Low growls start to become more breathy moans as sounds trickle out between pants. He wants desperately to hold and enjoy this for as long as he can, but it's impossible not to want more and faster and harder.]
Can I -- fuck please -- [Helplessly, he reaches back to grab and grip Muldoon's hip, fingers digging in hard. It is intense, even more so with the feeling of Muldoon's breath against his neck, the sound of him just against his ear.
The pace picks up, and Casper drags well manicured nails over the curve of Muldoon's hip, his moans and whines pitching up as Muldoon thrusts deep into him.]
[Fucking Casper so well the man can't get a sentence out manages to rile the warden up more. The nails digging into his skin spurring him on harder and faster.]
What do you want? You want me to stop? [He is, entirely, teasing as he growls the questions. Neither of them want to stop, he's sure of that much. If Casper begs a little, all the better.]
Don't you dare. [His hand flutters, searching blindly to try and grab for Muldoon's arm, wrapping it around his waist. The movement is uncoordinated at best, but he manages. Barely, but he does.
It's hard to form coherant thoughts like this when he needs so much, but he'll try.] Want you to touch me -- please, fuck.
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And I have other shirts. Or I can just steal one of yours.
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[Muldoon doesn't break that gaze as he takes Casper's shirt and pulls it open in one firm tug. As soon as he does that, it's like flicking a switch. He kisses Casper feverishly while his hands take in the scientist's ridiculously fit body. Even when he pulls away for breath, he tugs at Casper's lower lip with his teeth. Then he reasserts his focus onto Casper's neck, his hands already giving Casper's belt a few harsh tugs to open it up so he can do the same to his trousers.]
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Those whines start up again, just like the other night. Needy little noises at the sensation of teeth against his neck while he tries to work open Muldoon's pants with trembling hands.]
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The wild, intense kissing returns to Casper's lips. His hand keeps moving even when he pauses, breathless, to look at Casper hungrily.]
I want to fuck you. [He's wanted to for a long time.]
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That look -- god. Those searing blue eyes gazing down at him like that, like he's about to be devoured.] Good. I want you to.
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Once he's undressed, he makes a grab for Muldoon's hips, needing him close again.]
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It doesn't take long for him to want more, however. If Casper lets him, he'll pull away to roll the other man over.]
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Against all his impulses, when he guides his cock in, he does go slow. Slower than his finger, anyway, but that's in part to let him savour the sensation, and stop himself from entering in one excited burst. And it does feel good. So good. Breathless little moans trickle from his lips until he bites them.
By the time he's inside fully he has to take a moment, his hands rubbing Casper up and down his back until they come to grip Casper's hips. When he moves back out, it's slow, agonisingly slow, to the point that he stops when he's out, testing his last little bit of self-restraint, before he pushes back inside.]
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He manages to get a knee under him, giving him more leverage to move with the steady push of Muldoon's hips. Encouraging it, encouraging him Letting his partner know that it's damn good for him, too.]
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The hands on Casper's hips control the movement the scientist is offering, so that they move together as Muldoon starts to pick up speed. When he said he wanted to fuck Casper, he wasn't lying. He really wants to fuck the man.]
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The hands on his hips are fantastic, the pace Muldoon is setting is even better. They've both needed this for too long for them to be gentle with each other, this time. One hand reaches back to press against Muldoon's hand where it is against his hip, slotting their fingers together. Wanting just an extra bit of contact.]
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He nudges Casper's legs a little wider and comes closer to him. One arm wraps around his middle, the other grasps his shoulder. Stomach against back, skin against skin. All the better for Casper to hear the grunts and growls as Muldoon changes to slower, deeper, more powerful thrusts.]
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And Casper isn't quiet about his own pleasure, either, letting out high pitched, reedy whines with every breath. His hands are fisted in the sheets and he can barely breathe as Muldoon takes him.] Fuck Robert, you feel so deep.
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I want you to feel me tomorrow, [he growls.] So you won't forget this.
[He bites Casper's shoulder, failing to muffle his own pleasure as he goes deep and hard. His grip is tight, holding his lover in place so that they can enjoy this together a little bit longer before either one of them breaks rank.]
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Being held like this is shockingly intimate, especially given the way Muldoon's voice is low and dark against his ear, sending shivers through him] I will, fuck. All the way up my spine.
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Whatever concern Casper might have is quickly assuaged as Muldoon gets off the bed only to pull Casper's hips over to him at the edge of the bed. The warden is quick to get back inside Casper, rubbing the other man's back to get him to bend downward, to see if this doesn't get more of those lovely sounds from him.]
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One hand goes to brace against the mattress, while the other slides restlessly over his own stomach, down along his hip. Aching to touch himself but feeling like he needs permission to, with the way Muldoon is leading things.]
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Fucking Casper like this feels so good, so right. Low growls start to become more breathy moans as sounds trickle out between pants. He wants desperately to hold and enjoy this for as long as he can, but it's impossible not to want more and faster and harder.]
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The pace picks up, and Casper drags well manicured nails over the curve of Muldoon's hip, his moans and whines pitching up as Muldoon thrusts deep into him.]
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What do you want? You want me to stop? [He is, entirely, teasing as he growls the questions. Neither of them want to stop, he's sure of that much. If Casper begs a little, all the better.]
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It's hard to form coherant thoughts like this when he needs so much, but he'll try.] Want you to touch me -- please, fuck.
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