[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.]
Not always. Maybe a flirtatious comment to see how it lands, like with you, but nothing big. Hell, until you kissed me? I was going to content myself with some playful banter and the occasional dinner. Maybe hope for some extra physical contact during one of drinking get togethers. But...
[He sighs and drops a kiss to Muldoon's shoulder, looking perfectly pleased with things.] This is so much nicer.
I'd have to agree with that. [The light touch makes him shiver, and he slides his fingertips over Muldoon's jaw to turn that nip into a long, slow kiss.] I think if I were any more thoroughly satisfied, I'd be asleep on top of you right now.
As it is, I might have to bring an extra cushion for my chair. I won't be able to stop thinking about you tomorrow. I swear I saw stars.
[Alright, that was more reassurance than he'd been expecting. It leaves him chuckling lightly.] Good... I think.
[For a moment he's quiet, brow furrowing a little as he considers whether or not to explain himself. Usually he wouldn't ask questions like this, expecting that his partner would share if they wanted to.]
This was my first time with a man. Properly. I'd been worried it would be awkward. [He was worried he would do badly, but he's not going to admit that. Enthusiasm makes up for a lot, it turns out.]
Robert. [Casper stretches out on top of Muldoon, bracketing his arms against the mattress on either side of the warden's face, and leans in to kiss him sweetly. Staying close when the kiss ends.]
I had a truly wonderful time. I didn't feel you were awkward, even for a moment. Next time, I might bring lubrication with me, if only because it provides a slightly different experience.
Not better, all right? [He's sure to add this, to preemptively assuage any fears that this way was somehow less.] Just different. It's all a learning experience, to find out what we find most enjoyable together.
This is a journey I want to go on with you. And I think we are off to a stellar start.
[He would happily stay here and kiss and not worry about anything, but instead it just means Casper gets his full attention. Though his hands initially stroke Casper's back, they soon settle as he listens, his blue eyes flitting across Casper's expressive features as he talks.
Once Casper's done, Muldoon is quiet for a moment. The other man is being entirely genuine, and kind, and even as suspicious as he is, he can't find anything to be concerned about. So he smiles instead.]
Good. Because I'd like to do a lot more of this.
[To illustrate his point, he wraps his arms around Casper and rolls them both over so that he's on top. Here he can kiss the other man as much as he'd like. Which right now is quite a lot.]
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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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[He sighs and drops a kiss to Muldoon's shoulder, looking perfectly pleased with things.] This is so much nicer.
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[Then, he nips gently at Casper's lower lip.] Did I do alright? Are you thoroughly satisfied?
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As it is, I might have to bring an extra cushion for my chair. I won't be able to stop thinking about you tomorrow. I swear I saw stars.
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[For a moment he's quiet, brow furrowing a little as he considers whether or not to explain himself. Usually he wouldn't ask questions like this, expecting that his partner would share if they wanted to.]
This was my first time with a man. Properly. I'd been worried it would be awkward. [He was worried he would do badly, but he's not going to admit that. Enthusiasm makes up for a lot, it turns out.]
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I had a truly wonderful time. I didn't feel you were awkward, even for a moment. Next time, I might bring lubrication with me, if only because it provides a slightly different experience.
Not better, all right? [He's sure to add this, to preemptively assuage any fears that this way was somehow less.] Just different. It's all a learning experience, to find out what we find most enjoyable together.
This is a journey I want to go on with you. And I think we are off to a stellar start.
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Once Casper's done, Muldoon is quiet for a moment. The other man is being entirely genuine, and kind, and even as suspicious as he is, he can't find anything to be concerned about. So he smiles instead.]
Good. Because I'd like to do a lot more of this.
[To illustrate his point, he wraps his arms around Casper and rolls them both over so that he's on top. Here he can kiss the other man as much as he'd like. Which right now is quite a lot.]