[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.
[Such a fervent response makes Muldoon grin and follow up with a few slower, but deeper thrusts as his arm is wrapped around the man. He hadn't expected the request for more touch, more contact, but he's not about to turn Casper down.
Reaching between Casper's legs, he takes his lover's cock in hand. It requires a bit more concentration to multitask like this, so his hips slow down, focusing on going hard and deep rather than fast. Besides, he wants to see what sounds he can get out of Casper. He'll start with the basics, simple strokes to get Casper wordless again. Just so he can be mean and ask,] Like this?
[The hand braced against the mattress curls, fingers digging in and twisting in the sheets and he lets out a long, low groan at the dual sensations of Muldoon buried so fucking deep inside him and those long, slender fingers around his cock.
He slides his fingers over Muldoon's arm, down to wrap around his wrist. Not really guiding but following, feeling the way his the tendons shift as his arm moves. His head drops forward, his breath coming in harsh pants and shaky moans.
It takes a moment for him to register the question, but he nods, finally.] Just like that, fuck.
[It seems like a struggle for Casper to get his words out, so Muldoon decides not to torture him any more than that. Instead he focuses on their mutual pleasure, toying with the combination of sensations he now gets to deliver.
Purposefully going out of sync between his hand and his hips which, while difficult to maintain, doesn't afford Casper much time to recover from each intense feeling. He enjoys the reaction for a bit before switching things up again. It's matching the rhythm which is easier. So that each deep thrust is accompanied by Muldoon's thumb teasing Casper's tip.]
[There's something, very vaguely, in the back of his mind about repaying Muldoon for this. Maybe riding him into his desk chair, like he keeps threatening to do. Especially with what Muldoon is doing with his thumb right now, good god.
He can't even think straight, forgetting every word he ever knew. Both English and Latin. There are no thoughts, just pure, intense pleasure coiling at the base of his spine. Soon, too soon, he squeezes Muldoon's arm to get his attention, trying to form anything close to a thought.] I'm -- fuck I'm --
[If anything, Muldoon is under the impression that he's the one getting what he wants. As if Casper is simply obliging him his wants and needs. While they're both enjoying themselves there isn't a problem, though. Other than it does have to end eventually.
Casper's few words urge Muldoon into picking up the pace again. One hand holds Casper's hips tightly so that he can keep the other man in place as his fingers move in faster, longer strokes around Casper's cock, and his thrusting speeds up.
Only when he feels Casper come well and truly hard, when he hears his lover's ecstasy, does he take his hand away. Just so he can hold Casper's hips with both hands and hammer into him, a furious fucking to push himself over the edge and come in the man beneath him. His fingers dig in tight and he groans happily, keeping Casper flush against him for as long as he can before the tiredness kicks in.]
[When he comes, it's with desperate shout and breathless moan that tries to be Muldoon's first name. And then Muldoon is burying himself inside him and the intensity of the moment has Casper seeing stars.
He's happy to be held close, slumping forward with his hands against the bed. Though his spine is starting to feel like jelly as he comes down from the high of everything.]
Jesus Christ. [But it's said with a laugh, breathless and amused.] Fuck, you feel good.
[Muldoon hasn't had a reason to move like this in a very long time, and his body is already getting ready to complain about the new type of exercise. He takes a moment before carefully pulling out, rubbing Casper's back before he encourages the other man to lay on his side so that Muldoon can lay beside him.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning to grin at Casper.]
Holy shit. [He tucks up as close as possible, as soon as they're on the bed. Nosing into Muldoon's neck and wrapping an arm around his waist, tangling their legs together with a contented sigh.]
I dunno. We might have to try again later, just to make sure. [His smile is soft and dreamy as he gives Muldoon a surprisingly sweet kiss.] I'm not going to be able to sit at my desk tomorrow, good god.
It's so funny to me, knowing now that you've also been thinking about this for a while. I guess part of your stoic, unknowable nature. It makes you hard to read, and I just could never be sure. And I don't like acting on things I'm not sure about.
[As they relax against the mattress, Casper starts tracing little swirls and patterns over Muldoon's chest.]
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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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Reaching between Casper's legs, he takes his lover's cock in hand. It requires a bit more concentration to multitask like this, so his hips slow down, focusing on going hard and deep rather than fast. Besides, he wants to see what sounds he can get out of Casper. He'll start with the basics, simple strokes to get Casper wordless again. Just so he can be mean and ask,] Like this?
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He slides his fingers over Muldoon's arm, down to wrap around his wrist. Not really guiding but following, feeling the way his the tendons shift as his arm moves. His head drops forward, his breath coming in harsh pants and shaky moans.
It takes a moment for him to register the question, but he nods, finally.] Just like that, fuck.
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Purposefully going out of sync between his hand and his hips which, while difficult to maintain, doesn't afford Casper much time to recover from each intense feeling. He enjoys the reaction for a bit before switching things up again. It's matching the rhythm which is easier. So that each deep thrust is accompanied by Muldoon's thumb teasing Casper's tip.]
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He can't even think straight, forgetting every word he ever knew. Both English and Latin. There are no thoughts, just pure, intense pleasure coiling at the base of his spine. Soon, too soon, he squeezes Muldoon's arm to get his attention, trying to form anything close to a thought.] I'm -- fuck I'm --
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Casper's few words urge Muldoon into picking up the pace again. One hand holds Casper's hips tightly so that he can keep the other man in place as his fingers move in faster, longer strokes around Casper's cock, and his thrusting speeds up.
Only when he feels Casper come well and truly hard, when he hears his lover's ecstasy, does he take his hand away. Just so he can hold Casper's hips with both hands and hammer into him, a furious fucking to push himself over the edge and come in the man beneath him. His fingers dig in tight and he groans happily, keeping Casper flush against him for as long as he can before the tiredness kicks in.]
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He's happy to be held close, slumping forward with his hands against the bed. Though his spine is starting to feel like jelly as he comes down from the high of everything.]
Jesus Christ. [But it's said with a laugh, breathless and amused.] Fuck, you feel good.
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He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning to grin at Casper.]
Was that enough misbehaving for you?
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I dunno. We might have to try again later, just to make sure. [His smile is soft and dreamy as he gives Muldoon a surprisingly sweet kiss.] I'm not going to be able to sit at my desk tomorrow, good god.
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I'm sorry. [Though he doesn't sound it one bit. Instead he sighs contentedly.] I've wanted to do that for so long. It was even better than I'd hoped.
[The smile he gives Casper is just a little cheeky.] I'm happy to do it all over again. If we need to make sure.
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[As they relax against the mattress, Casper starts tracing little swirls and patterns over Muldoon's chest.]
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You must have taken chances before. But I'm not surprised I'm the bigger risk taker of the two of us.
[With a shrug of his head he adds,] It did help when I realised you weren't just flirting to ruffle my feathers.
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