It's time for everyone's worst nightmare. You're about to make the hanky panky with your boo but the unthinkable happens: y'all screw up. Like, you screw too I guess, but mostly you screw up. One of you gets hurt, you get stuck in your clothes, an interloper appears... Basically, no matter what you do, you can't get it on.
• BUT WHO WAS PHONE You're doing your best to spend some quality time together but something (or someone) keeps interrupting you. Someone has come to visit. Someone keeps calling you. A pet decides that right now is the perfect time for cuddles. • THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURTS You fell off the bed. Or hit your head. Or you've been trying out something kinky and found out you can't handle pain so that paddle hurts. Hope you don't have too bad an injury, pal. • I SWEAR THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE Whether this is an all-the-time problem or you just gave yourself a case of whiskey dick, you can't get in the mood. This goes for persons with bajingos as well - maybe you're just not feeling it no matter how hard you try. Maybe try again tomorrow? • SPANISH FLEA PLAYS IN THE BG Your friendly 'wow, what?' option. Call out the wrong name? Can't stop bickering and ruin the mood? The bed broke? You can't get your shirt off? Your underwire stabbed you in the boob? Someone called the cops? (In that case, we ARE the cops.)
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
[Hey there! Would you want to try something with these two? Maybe Matt's heightened senses are an issue, or Bruce is his usual bumbling self? Let me know what you think :D]
(ooc: sounds good! let me know if you'd like me to change anything!)
[When Bruce first met Matt, he hadn't expected anything like this to happen. The lawyer was nice, of course, and handsome, and funny, but they simply didn't cross paths all that often. Hell, their first meeting had been totally by chance. Something about him kept drawing Bruce back, though, and he found himself braving the streets of New York (but not the subway - never the subway) just to drop by Hell's Kitchen.
Maybe he liked Matt so much because the other man couldn't look at him with disgust or fear or anger. Somehow, the lack of sight set Bruce at ease; he was less self-conscious than usual, and he found himself smiling and laughing much more often when he was around Matt. One thing led to another, and going out for lunch turned into getting drinks turned into them stumbling drunkenly back to Matt's place, the burn of Josie's alcohol still scorching their throats.
Bruce is too busy trying to simultaneously kiss Matt and tear off both their clothes to mention how long it's been since he's done this. His knees hit the back of Matt's couch and he falls onto it with an oomph, pulling Matt down with him.]
[Admittedly, there had been some general hesitance at first. The transparency of the Avengers makes know who Bruce Banner is common knowledge, as well as knowing what he is. It's not that Matt has issues with the Hulk. It's more that Matt is wary to get caught up in anything related to that particular group of heroes, but he's glad he didn't let that get in the way.
Bruce is pretty great. Matt likes how smart he is and how witty he is. He can always detect a certain degree of self-deprication behind the sarcasm, and he relates to that. They're not all the different at the end of the day. Not that Bruce will probably ever know, but Matt knows, and that's enough for Matt.
So Matt isn't all that upset to be like this. The hectic fumble is hard to navigate at first. When he winds up on top of Bruce, Bruce's shirt is gone and his belt is hanging loose while Matt's own pants are missing along with his tie. Matt catches Bruce in a heated kiss.]
[Okay, so, maybe it's not the greatest idea to hurry through undressing when a) it's your first time with someone and b) that someone happens to be blind, but Matt seems just as into it as Bruce is, so he doesn't bother to slow down. Besides, the press of Matt's hands against his skin is too addicting to fight off for long.
Matt also happens to be a really, really good kisser, which Bruce hadn't quite expected. He holds the kiss a moment longer before pulling away just an inch to chuckle breathlessly.] You could've warned me before.
[Now that he's pulled back, Bruce takes this opportunity to get a good look at Matt's body. The room is dark - they'd been in too much of a hurry to get the lights - but the electronic billboard outside illuminates everything well enough. Bruce reaches forward to run his hands along Matt's thighs, up to his hips, where he squeezes lightly. The tent in Matt's underwear is noticeable despite being partially obscured by darkness, and it leaves Bruce's mind buzzing with thoughts of what's to come.]
Do you know how good you look like this? [There's a teasing edge to the question, but it's sincere nonetheless.]
[Matt shifts forward a bit, letting his owns hands wander while he maps out Bruce. Once his thumbs have run up Bruce's neck, Matt leans in to kiss along Bruce's jaw, to the spot just below his ear and then down.
Matt gets up only so he can work at the fly of Bruce's pants and pull them off, discarding them somewhere to be a hazard on the floor later. Glasses set with a little more care on the nearby coffee table, he kneels on the floor beside the couch, doing his own exploration of the other man's thighs. Matt's palm slides over Bruce's cock, followed by his mouth, breath hot even through the thin layer of fabric separating his lips from skin.]
[Bruce chuckles again, but it's weaker this time, changed by the increased sensitivity of the skin Matt's touching. He tips his head back, letting his eyes shut for just a moment, as he savours the press of lips against his jaw and neck.
A whine escapes him as he feels the other man pull away, his fingers trailing through the now-empty air uselessly. When he feels Matt tugging at his pants, though, he lifts his hips helpfully and assists in kicking them aside, making a mental note to pick them up before Matt has a chance to trip over them.
He doesn't entirely expect what Matt does next, and the sudden pressure on his still-clothed cock makes his breath hitch noticeably. When Matt replaces his hand with his mouth, well, it's almost too much for Bruce to take. His face heats up as he realizes the predicament he's gotten himself into, but he can't quite bring himself to admit what's going on, so he steels himself and tries to breathe deeply - anything to stave off the inevitable, embarrassing outcome of this course of action.]
Shit. Matt - [Unconsciously, he reaches out and curls the fingers of one hand through Matt's hair, giving him at least a little more control.]
[He hears the change, subtle as it is, the attempt at a calming sort of breath. Matt's head tilts and he thinks about asking if this is all right, but there are fingers in his hair so it must be fine. Either way, it gives Matt whatever encouragement he needs.
His mouth moves along the hard line concealed beneath the fabric, and Matt exhales as his fingers dip into the waistband, ready to tug them down.]
[For a split second, Bruce thinks about saying no. The problem is, that's even more embarrassing than whatever might happen if they continue. How can you tell someone who's clearly into you enough to have sex with you that you're too sensitive to keep going? No, Bruce will just fight through it, the way he's fought through so many other things. Hell, if he can keep the Hulk in check, this should be a breeze, right?]
Please. [He voice is tight, but the desire there is clear as day. He lifts his hips once again, a sign that it's alright to keep going. God, Matt looks too good like this, it isn't fair at all. Maybe Bruce can just blame that stupidly handsome face if something goes wrong.]
[There's a smile from Matt and the underwear comes down, enough to expose Bruce. Matt shuffles in closer. He's not very coy when he doesn't want to be, and he's not going to deny himself a good thing this time, so his tongue presses out. It slides up Bruce's length to the very tip, where Matt's lips take over, taking in a little at first to test the waters. He hums and braces his hands on Bruce's thighs.]
[Is it rude to close your eyes when an incredibly handsome man is about to give you quite possibly the best blowjob of your life? Probably. But it's even more rude to let yourself come too soon, so Bruce does what he has to do - clenches his eyes shut and does his best to hang on a little longer.
It's not very helpful, though. In fact, not seeing it somehow makes it feel even more amazing. Matt's tongue feels hot and rough against Bruce's oversensitive skin, and every little unexpected movement drives Bruce closer and closer to the edge. Faintly, he wonders if whiskey dick would be preferable to this.
Then Matt goes and takes him in his mouth and hums and, well, that's all Bruce can take. He claps a hand over his mouth to muffle the cry that tears itself from his throat as he comes without warning, his hips jerking almost violently with the force of it.
When he's done he doesn't move, doesn't speak; he just sits there, his face beet red, wishing he could somehow sink into the couch and disappear forever.]
[Matt can tell it's going to happen. The heat spreading through Bruce's skin, the racing of his heart and the rate of his breathlessness. He could have stopped, sure, but it seems better to just go with it.
After all, Matt knows what's it's like to be hyper sensitive.
He lets Bruce ride it out, swallowing down what he can even though it makes his eyes burn and water. Matt wipes his mouth when he sits back and stands.]
I'm taking that as a compliment.
[He can imagine Bruce is embarrassed. Matt presses a kiss to his forehead and moves around the couch, into the kitchen to find some water. And maybe check if there's beer in the fridge.]
So. This is Rome. Matt likes it more than Japan, if he's being honest. Japan had a sort of residual connection, they're both stupidly hot, but Rome smells better. And sounds nicer.
They maybe binged on their first dinner here, Matt's body still adjusting to the time change, and while a part of him is starting to feel somewhat on the sick side. But Danny's brought him to Italy and Matt is going to let him know just how much he appreciates that.
Which is why he's (laughing) stripping Danny down and pushing him on to the soft bed, climbing over him in a (teasing) predatory way.
"This is a holy city, Matty, shame on you." Danny's laughing too, because they've been kissing since they reached the doorway, since the elevator even-- (and he's pretty sure they scandalized the maids further down the hall)
His back sinks into the mattress, curling his fingers into Matt's hair so he can pull him in and capture his mouth again.
"I'll absolve my sins tomorriw when I make you take me to Vatican City."
Matt bites gently at Danny's lip. He rubs against him, the thin fabric of their underwear the only thing in the way of skin-on-skin. Mat's head drops so he can press open mouthed kisses along Danny's neck.
"Yeah? We should probably get a lot of sinning in then." Danny lets his head fall back, baring his neck to Matt's mouth, fingers stroking down along his scalp to rest at the soft hair at his nape.
It's easy to shift and hook his leg around Matt's hip, pulling him closer to get a little more friction, half hard beneath his boxer-briefs, but it doesn't take much.
Matt can feel his face heating up, in a way that's different than the usual flush of arousal. He puts it down to the climate difference, and that, okay, maybe he's a bit dehydrated from the flight and from drinking more coffee than anything else. It's just uncomfortable enough to be a bother so he laughs against Danny's collarbone and nudges him.
"Sorry - I just. Need a glass of water. Don't let the mood go away, I'll be right back."
He gives Danny a kiss and a squeeze on his hip, a silent way of saying be right back. Except that whatever it is seems to be coming on strong, because Matt feels a tell-tale sign of dizziness and an unpleasant sensation forming in his stomach. Maybe he can just splash some water on his face.
Matt runs his fingers along the wall until he finds the bathroom door, and, while he does get the sink on, rather than do anything with it he instead lowers himself to sit on the floor. The cool porcelain on the toilet's rim feels pretty nice against his forehead, actually.
Except that 'be right back' ends up being a little longer than Danny expects, and he ends up pushing himself to his elbows to peer towards the bathroom.
It's a little too quiet. "Matt?" Though he's on his feet before waiting on an answer, nudging the door open to find his boyfriend settled on the floor.
"... Matty you okay?" There's a couple of glasses by the sink and he moves to fill one with cool water before kneeling down next to him.
"Hmm?" Matt is the opposite of okay. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache." And an onset of nausea but he's not sure if that's going to cause problems or not.
And talk about bad timing. Matt reaches over to nudge Danny with his fingertips. "I told you not to let the mood go away."
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[When Bruce first met Matt, he hadn't expected anything like this to happen. The lawyer was nice, of course, and handsome, and funny, but they simply didn't cross paths all that often. Hell, their first meeting had been totally by chance. Something about him kept drawing Bruce back, though, and he found himself braving the streets of New York (but not the subway - never the subway) just to drop by Hell's Kitchen.
Maybe he liked Matt so much because the other man couldn't look at him with disgust or fear or anger. Somehow, the lack of sight set Bruce at ease; he was less self-conscious than usual, and he found himself smiling and laughing much more often when he was around Matt. One thing led to another, and going out for lunch turned into getting drinks turned into them stumbling drunkenly back to Matt's place, the burn of Josie's alcohol still scorching their throats.
Bruce is too busy trying to simultaneously kiss Matt and tear off both their clothes to mention how long it's been since he's done this. His knees hit the back of Matt's couch and he falls onto it with an oomph, pulling Matt down with him.]
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Bruce is pretty great. Matt likes how smart he is and how witty he is. He can always detect a certain degree of self-deprication behind the sarcasm, and he relates to that. They're not all the different at the end of the day. Not that Bruce will probably ever know, but Matt knows, and that's enough for Matt.
So Matt isn't all that upset to be like this. The hectic fumble is hard to navigate at first. When he winds up on top of Bruce, Bruce's shirt is gone and his belt is hanging loose while Matt's own pants are missing along with his tie. Matt catches Bruce in a heated kiss.]
Sorry. Look out for the furniture.
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Matt also happens to be a really, really good kisser, which Bruce hadn't quite expected. He holds the kiss a moment longer before pulling away just an inch to chuckle breathlessly.] You could've warned me before.
[Now that he's pulled back, Bruce takes this opportunity to get a good look at Matt's body. The room is dark - they'd been in too much of a hurry to get the lights - but the electronic billboard outside illuminates everything well enough. Bruce reaches forward to run his hands along Matt's thighs, up to his hips, where he squeezes lightly. The tent in Matt's underwear is noticeable despite being partially obscured by darkness, and it leaves Bruce's mind buzzing with thoughts of what's to come.]
Do you know how good you look like this? [There's a teasing edge to the question, but it's sincere nonetheless.]
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[Matt shifts forward a bit, letting his owns hands wander while he maps out Bruce. Once his thumbs have run up Bruce's neck, Matt leans in to kiss along Bruce's jaw, to the spot just below his ear and then down.
Matt gets up only so he can work at the fly of Bruce's pants and pull them off, discarding them somewhere to be a hazard on the floor later. Glasses set with a little more care on the nearby coffee table, he kneels on the floor beside the couch, doing his own exploration of the other man's thighs. Matt's palm slides over Bruce's cock, followed by his mouth, breath hot even through the thin layer of fabric separating his lips from skin.]
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A whine escapes him as he feels the other man pull away, his fingers trailing through the now-empty air uselessly. When he feels Matt tugging at his pants, though, he lifts his hips helpfully and assists in kicking them aside, making a mental note to pick them up before Matt has a chance to trip over them.
He doesn't entirely expect what Matt does next, and the sudden pressure on his still-clothed cock makes his breath hitch noticeably. When Matt replaces his hand with his mouth, well, it's almost too much for Bruce to take. His face heats up as he realizes the predicament he's gotten himself into, but he can't quite bring himself to admit what's going on, so he steels himself and tries to breathe deeply - anything to stave off the inevitable, embarrassing outcome of this course of action.]
Shit. Matt - [Unconsciously, he reaches out and curls the fingers of one hand through Matt's hair, giving him at least a little more control.]
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His mouth moves along the hard line concealed beneath the fabric, and Matt exhales as his fingers dip into the waistband, ready to tug them down.]
Can I?
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Please. [He voice is tight, but the desire there is clear as day. He lifts his hips once again, a sign that it's alright to keep going. God, Matt looks too good like this, it isn't fair at all. Maybe Bruce can just blame that stupidly handsome face if something goes wrong.]
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[There's a smile from Matt and the underwear comes down, enough to expose Bruce. Matt shuffles in closer. He's not very coy when he doesn't want to be, and he's not going to deny himself a good thing this time, so his tongue presses out. It slides up Bruce's length to the very tip, where Matt's lips take over, taking in a little at first to test the waters. He hums and braces his hands on Bruce's thighs.]
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It's not very helpful, though. In fact, not seeing it somehow makes it feel even more amazing. Matt's tongue feels hot and rough against Bruce's oversensitive skin, and every little unexpected movement drives Bruce closer and closer to the edge. Faintly, he wonders if whiskey dick would be preferable to this.
Then Matt goes and takes him in his mouth and hums and, well, that's all Bruce can take. He claps a hand over his mouth to muffle the cry that tears itself from his throat as he comes without warning, his hips jerking almost violently with the force of it.
When he's done he doesn't move, doesn't speak; he just sits there, his face beet red, wishing he could somehow sink into the couch and disappear forever.]
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After all, Matt knows what's it's like to be hyper sensitive.
He lets Bruce ride it out, swallowing down what he can even though it makes his eyes burn and water. Matt wipes his mouth when he sits back and stands.]
I'm taking that as a compliment.
[He can imagine Bruce is embarrassed. Matt presses a kiss to his forehead and moves around the couch, into the kitchen to find some water. And maybe check if there's beer in the fridge.]
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:)
They maybe binged on their first dinner here, Matt's body still adjusting to the time change, and while a part of him is starting to feel somewhat on the sick side. But Danny's brought him to Italy and Matt is going to let him know just how much he appreciates that.
Which is why he's (laughing) stripping Danny down and pushing him on to the soft bed, climbing over him in a (teasing) predatory way.
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His back sinks into the mattress, curling his fingers into Matt's hair so he can pull him in and capture his mouth again.
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Matt bites gently at Danny's lip. He rubs against him, the thin fabric of their underwear the only thing in the way of skin-on-skin. Mat's head drops so he can press open mouthed kisses along Danny's neck.
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It's easy to shift and hook his leg around Matt's hip, pulling him closer to get a little more friction, half hard beneath his boxer-briefs, but it doesn't take much.
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Matt can feel his face heating up, in a way that's different than the usual flush of arousal. He puts it down to the climate difference, and that, okay, maybe he's a bit dehydrated from the flight and from drinking more coffee than anything else. It's just uncomfortable enough to be a bother so he laughs against Danny's collarbone and nudges him.
"Sorry - I just. Need a glass of water. Don't let the mood go away, I'll be right back."
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Matt had seemed a little flushed, warmer to the touch, though usually Danny runs hot so it's hard to tell.
"There's bottled water in the fridge, I think."
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Matt runs his fingers along the wall until he finds the bathroom door, and, while he does get the sink on, rather than do anything with it he instead lowers himself to sit on the floor. The cool porcelain on the toilet's rim feels pretty nice against his forehead, actually.
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It's a little too quiet. "Matt?" Though he's on his feet before waiting on an answer, nudging the door open to find his boyfriend settled on the floor.
"... Matty you okay?" There's a couple of glasses by the sink and he moves to fill one with cool water before kneeling down next to him.
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And talk about bad timing. Matt reaches over to nudge Danny with his fingertips. "I told you not to let the mood go away."
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"I'm fairly confident it can come back later." He moves to press the glass of water into his hands.
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He takes the water and chugs it down, making a concerned face as it gurgles in his stomach. "I should've gone easy on that cream sauce and the wine."
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