You Should Have Knocked

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You Should Have Knocked

So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absentminded, they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes it's not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Other times someone was in the bathroom and failed to close the door the whole way, again not your fault. Sometimes they put up several signs saying "Please don't enter, I'm very naked right now" and you just ignore them because who would have that many signs for that?

Anyway, that's this meme. You've just walked in on something you shouldn't have seen, and onto the rules and set-up.

Rules
A. Post with the standard Character/Fandom/Preferences set-up as is standard with memes nowadays. You are the one walking in on someone.
B. Someone responds by rolling 1-12 on the RNG and sets-up what the entry poster walks in on. You can also set-up a scene not on the list below, or cut the RNG short based on what you don't want to do.
C. Items 1-7 are easily G-rated unless you go out of your way to make them rated higher. 8-10 are more R-rated, but there is wiggle room for playing the crack and awkward up instead of making it smutty. 11 and 12 are kinda hard not to have a little bit smutty given the settings.
D. Tag around, have fun with it! The embarrassment will pass... in theory.

Prompts:

01. Talking to Yourself - Sometimes to work through a problem, you just have to talk it out. Or, in other instances, you need practice before you say something to someone. Whatever the case, you were in the middle of talking something out to yourself that you probably didn't want heard by the person who walked in on you. Oops.

02. Wearing an Embarrassing Outfit - Everyone has some bit of clothing they love but would be really awkward to be found in, ask J. Edgar Hoover! Be it drag, or cosplay, that hat your mother knit for you with her own two hands. The ugly sweater your girlfriend gave you, or a uniform for the Next Generation era Star Trek... your secret's out now.

03. Rocking Out - Everyone loves music, but sometimes you love music others won't understand. Or, you like music they'd understand, but your dancing leaves something to be desired. Or your dancing is fine if you would just stop air guitaring windmills on the bed. Whatever the case is, you've been spotted now.

04. Watching Something - Much like an embarrassing outfit, or awkward dancing, there's your guilty pleasure. Maybe you just have a love for action films, or you've gotten hooked on a soap opera, maybe you'll just watch any film with Nick Cage in it. Whatever it is, you're about to be judged by the entertainment you love. If you don't want to put a show here, you can replace it with reading a book, comic book, or any other bit of of non-music entertainment.

05. In the Middle of Something - Some people collect stamps, others little ceramic figurines, you might have a complete collection of beanie babies. Whatever your hobby, you keep it well out of sight of your friends because they just won't understand it. Better come up with a good explanation now.

06. It was Supposed to be a Surprise - You had something you were going to give your friend as soon as it was ready. Birthday gift, Christmas, anniversary? Maybe no reason at all, the point is you're working on it away from them and SURPRISE, there they are! Better hide the evidence now or come clean and explain what's going on.

07. On the Phone - Ever had an awkward phone call overheard from only your side. Well, it gets complicated sometimes when that happens. Could be a doctor, a parent, a college friend, whatever it is the topic sounds very awkward from only your side of the street. Cue 'that isn't what it sounds like' when you find your eavesdropper. Bonus points if you want something a little less G-rated, make it phone sex heard from only your side.

08. In a Racy Outfit - This isn't exactly an outfit embarrassing on its own, just they might not be the person you want to see you in a leopard print G-string. Or you're trying on the skimpiest of lingerie and inspecting yourself in the mirror. Whatever your pleasure, it's about to be shared with an audience. If you want to take things in a different direction, try setting the scene asleep in said outfit.

09. In no Outfit at All - The next door neighbor to the previous option, sometimes less is more. In this case, less clothing is more awkward. Maybe you're looking yourself over for new battle scars, you might be trying new sexy poses for the person you like, maybe you're getting in or out of the shower/bath. Or, like above, you could just like sleeping au natural. Either way, you're giving somebody an eyeful today.

10. Watching Something Else - Be it a raunchy sexcapade, something attempting to have a plot, an art film, or a home movie from that trip to Cancun. Some people like to watch smut. Of course, some people should lock their door when they do such things. Whatever your taste in brown paper bag theater, you're about to share it with the class. If you don't feel like going that way, you can be caught with a skin mag or some trashy smut novel instead.

11. In the Middle of Something Completely Different - Masturbation, its that thing everyone does but nobody talks about. You also definitely don't walk in on someone doing it. Well, too bad, you just did.

12. Was left Hanging - So you've just walked in on someone who was having some sort of kinky bondage episode... but their partner has left them there, all tied up and on the bed. Whatever will you do with this.

Comments

[triskeled]

His chest filled with air, not to mention a lungful of Roman, and exhaled slowly onto his shoulder as he attempted to find control and reign the wolf back in. Just when he thought he had it, the leash was gone once more and Derek bit down on the pale shoulder, swooping a tongue over the teeth marks.

"I dunno. Maybe you ought to figure it out. In the meantime, turn around and put your hands on the mirror..." Derek ordered huskily, drawing back just enough that Roman could see the heated blues of his eyes. "I want to taste you."

[sheeeit]

Roman couldn't tell if Derek was just breathing on him, or actually smelling him, the latter of which would be weird as hell but also kind of hot. His train of thought was interrupted by another harsh bite to his shoulder, and he growled again, pearly white fangs extending, one pricking his lip as he bit down upon it. He slid his tongue out to catch the small bead of blood that formed, resisting the urge to do it again.

"To...taste...? You can't mean -- no, of course you don't." He'd never been 'tasted' before, and seemed to think it was practically a myth. Roman didn't need to be told twice to look in a mirror, his hands coming up to shoulder-level to grip the sides of it. He could see his own fangs, see that green eyes were nearly completely black from dilation. He could see the bite marks on his neck and shoulder, and his cock twitched at the sight.

[triskeled]

"Who's the vanilla one, now?" That voice layered in layers beyond layers of pure lust as Derek came close behind Roman to peer over his shoulder, bright blue and darkened green staring into the mirror. But it hadn't been the eyes that caught him this time, more so the the fangs that protruded from beneath his upper lip.

Curiously, Derek touched a finger to one and barely winched when accidentally pricking himself on it. As a tiny bead of blood welled on the pad of his finger, Derek wondered distantly just what this kid was until he heard himself asking the words aloud. "What are you?"

[sheeeit]

The scent of Derek's blood hit the air immediately, and Roman found himself having to use most of his self control to not just start sucking on his finger. The aroma was strong, heady, it smelled powerful.

"I don't know. The gypsies called me 'upir'. So I guess...a vampire with a high sex drive and no need for sunscreen." He gazed down into the mirror at the scars on his wrists.

"I was born, not made."

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Interesting. Derek followed his gaze, remembered the long silver line of scar tissue from earlier when he refused to inquire what happened. He pulled his hand away to wipe the blood off on his jean leg, then as an afterthought, stopped and smeared the droplet across Roman's bottom lip.

"Doesn't sound much like the movies to me," he teased and began a slow descent biting and sucking down the upir's back, leaving marks because werewolves were just as territorial as real wolves in the wild. Derek ended up on his knees, a sharp bite to Roman's left butt cheek. "What happen to your arms then? They look self inflicted..."

[sheeeit]

Roman sucked his bottom lip into his mouth greedily after it had been painted with Derek's blood, savoring the coppery taste. His delight was punctured by surprise, however, when he realized that Derek was, in fact, kneeling behind him. He already felt very exposed, but held his tongue. He would not be accused of not being open-minded.

"Such is the way of our kind," he echoed what his mother had told him, but offered no further detail. He figured talking about killing himself might ruin the mood.

[triskeled]

Being of like mind, Derek let the conversation deteriorate into silence. There'd be time to ask later, appease his curiosity about the creature standing in front of him. Derek knelt there, looking up the taut lean body. Was he nervous or having second thoughts? Now would be the time to voice them.

The werewolf spread the leaner man open wide, exposing him completely via strong fingers. Roman may be rigid now, but Derek intended to make him relax, and with the first swipe of tongue to his puckered opening, he set those intentions into motion.

[sheeeit]

"Oh, fuck.." He practically whimpered, forgetting why he'd ever been so opposed to this in the first place. Of course it felt strange, but also heavily sensitive, so much so that he could barely keep himself standing. He knew he would've been on the floor already without the support of the mirror.

His eyes began to flutter closed, his forehead resting against the glass as he tried not to squirm too much.

[triskeled]

Derek's never experienced being so openly vulnerable to someone like he had made Roman. Just the thought of anyone fucking him was vulnerable enough; losing control scared him. Honestly, better the day-walking vampire than himself.

"No," Derek stopped suddenly, looking around Roman's leg and up at his reflection. Look into the mirror. You were sound fond of it before, watch yourself while I do this." He went back to his original position, the licks coming more frequently now to the point Derek was lapping greedily at Roman.

[sheeeit]

Roman wasn't sure why he found himself so easily obeying Derek, but he lifted his head up to stare, eyes half-lidded, at his reflection. His lips were parted slightly, his breath fogging up the glass slightly. His toes were tightly curled, his muscles tensed as this newfound sensation from Derek's tongue sent what felt like electricity to his body. His cock was already hard, and he was fighting the strong urge to touch himself.

He couldn't think enough to form words, only soft 'oh's every so often. He was normally loud, but already embarrassed enough to be spread wide open without moaning like a wanton whore as well.

[triskeled]

The grasp of his hands left red marks on Roman's hips the way Derek held him. They stayed like that for a long while before Derek finally stood again, shirt coming off and hitting the floor, jeans coming undone and sliding to muscular thighs splayed with black hair. He purposely let his large erection slide up the left of Roman's wet cheeks to give him a more accurate feel.

Derek watched Roman's face in the mirror as he bit against his neck again. Admittedly, he's glad Roman decided not to go to school, and even more happier he continued to go as far as he had with his little game. Derek reached between him and the mirror to stroke Roman, squeezing at the head. "How do you feel?"

[sheeeit]

It wasn't often that Roman Godfrey had nothing to say, but by the time Derek was done he was clinging to the mirror for dear life, erection throbbing and leaking precum. He growled again as Derek bit his neck, and he wanted desperately to turn around and touch him, to appreciate a body so much more masculine than his own.

"Nnnnh.." was his only answer as he rocked his hips toward Derek's hand, any concerns he'd had about keeping some semblance of self image lost to the pure pursuit of pleasure.

[triskeled]

The wolf was enjoying Roman's lack of words, completely robbed of his voice due to his tireless efforts. Roman commented about him smiling before, well Derek was. Only, the grin he smiled against the boy's cheek as he stared at him and his blown eyes was dark and mocking and almost menacing.

"I asked you a question." Watching him struggle only added fuel to the fire, the wolf enjoying itself far too much. He used the wetness from the upir's cock as lubricant while he pumped him with his large fist, hugging his body close to his own. "You were capable of making those pretty lips talk not long ago, weren't you?"

[sheeeit]

Roman wasn't used to being utterly devoid of control. It always happened that he was the dominant one, and yet here he was, staring at himself in the mirror while not only tolerating, but enjoying being submissive to this man...if he was human at all.

He watched open-mouthed as Derek's hand relentlessly stroked him, breathy moans passing his lips uninhibited by any sense of modesty.

"I'm -- fffuck, it feels -- it's too good..."

[triskeled]

"Good." Derek nipped sharply at his shoulder. The lube packed away in one of his bags was too far away, so he made do with the short reach of grabbing the hand lotion from the nightstand at their sides.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" His next question punctuated by the snap of the lotion's cap. The first finger to begin its journey working past the initial resistance of the ring of muscle in Roman's ass was heavily slicked to make the job less painful and uncomfortable. "Or rather have you been fucked by anyone as big as me?"

[sheeeit]

It was actually happening. Derek was going to fuck him, and Roman was allowing it without a second thought. His previously unblemished body was dark with bruises around his neck and shoulders, and he hadn't once thought to smart off about it. He should've been confused about it, but all his body allowed him to do was make little 'ah' sounds as he relaxed for Derek's finger.

"No, not like you." Roman would never admit it, but he was intimidated by the other's size. And yet, his cock throbbed at the thought of being filled up like that.

[triskeled]

Derek watched him intently in the mirror, occasionally pressing tender kisses to the side of his face and neck as he inserted a second finger when Roman was ready for it. Sure Derek had been captivated by his looks before, but now, Roman wore this look very well.

"Are you afraid?" He asked a moment later, fingers pushed in deep to the knuckles, twisting this way and that way.

[sheeeit]

He was seeing stars as Derek stretched him, fingers deep within him, and Roman could only imagine what it would feel like when his cock was pressed in just as far -- or even further.

"Yeah...but in a good way." Roman was practically panting at this point, leaning his head to the side to bare more of his neck to Derek's mouth. He still watched himself in the mirror, body flushed, mouth open, hair in disarray. His eyes were still nearly black, though he could barely see at all whenever Derek's fingers pressed against a certain spot. Moans were constantly being ripped from his throat, his voice hoarse and needy.

[triskeled]

Roman tilted his head farther and Derek took heed to the action, biting and sucking rougher than he had before. His own eyes slid shut to narrow, red slits, still thrusting his fingers into him and curling them against his prostate to make him weak in the knees. The blond got a nip to the ear, human teeth extending into thick canines and Derek glanced at him in the mirror once before he set his teeth into his skin...

It was but a little prick really, just enough to break the skin and draw a little blood because exactly how does a vampire, or upir, react when the tables are turned? Derek will judge himself harshly for this later, still, he proceeded to lick the beading blood away. A third finger being inserted soon after.

[sheeeit]

Roman was surprisingly turned on by Derek biting him, seemingly entranced by the blood that beaded up from his neck. He'd always had a bit of a blood kink, but had only been able to explore it in secret. Cutting his thumb and then jerking off, things like that.

He seemed more into it than ever, pushing back against Derek's fingers and gazing at him licking away the blood. He felt so full, and he knew it would just get better once Derek's cock was inside of him.

"I'm ready, I'm ready..." He practically begged, "Please, just do it."