bakerstreet | Intimate Bathing!

[ ota for gen, m/f for shipping. ]

[Ask first for smut.]

Edited 2016-11-04 22:27 (UTC)

[Ask first for smut.]

[F/M for smut.]

"The last time you were so close to deep water, didn't it almost kill you?" Penny looked at the tub, but his words were aimed at Quentin. Why he had decided to do this was anyone's guess. The voices were still around and the static could turn up or down, depending on anyone's move, it seemed.

"You're so going to be on top," Penny said, fingers moving to the knot of his robe.

"That was - Nevermind." Quentin started to explain the fountain situation, but then he remembered Penny probably didn't care and most likely didn't want to know, so he punctuated his words with an awkward shrug. Funny how even while stripping naked, Penny could still manage to be a raging dick.

This was happening. He had to keep reminding himself as he pulled his long sleeved shirt over his head and shucked out of his pants and briefs. "You really need to shut up or this isn't going to work because you're being a huge boner killer right now."

"A book gets your hard and pretty sure you climaxed when you stepped into Brakebills, so I doubt anything I say can really shrink your dink." The robe came off just as Penny watched Quentin toss his briefs.

"You really should go shopping. Get a few pairs of underwear that nine year olds don't wear." Q's body, though, was nice enough. Penny stepped into the tub, hissed at the heat, then lowered himself, grimacing.

"Why's it got to be so hot again? Get in, dammit."

"Okay, you know what? Not cool." He looked genuinely hurt for a moment even though he couldn't deny it was true. Blakebills and Fillory were his life. The two most important things to him. "And just so you know, I like the support briefs offer." He had to defend himself, even if it was a completely moot point. He wasn't used to being criticized quite so heavily and being naked at the same time made him feel just a touch too vulnerable for these shark infested waters.

He wasn't really into male bodies, but he had to admit to himself that Penny was quite fit and he managed to rock the whole chest hair thing very well. Quentin, on the other hand, was a stark opposite. Nerdy, but with a lean and trim form.

He waited until Penny had situated himself before slipping into the tub and because there was so little room, he pretty much had to seat himself on the other magician's hips. He tried hard not to think about certain parts of his body being pressed against Penny....

"Okay, just give me your hands. You did study the popper for this spell, right?" He wasn't even sure why he was trying this. It was a spell to give Penny a guiding light during his travels if he happened to go too far. A homing beacon at best to return to Blakebills.

"They come in other colors," Penny countered, rolling his eyes. Idly, his hand cupped himself, fingers slipping up, cock flapping softly in the air before really settling in. "You'd look good in baby blue. Just...they come in a multipack," the traveler said, words clipped, done speaking about Quentin's terrible choice in underwear.

"Wait, hang on," Penny argued, raising his hands out of the water. His hips shifted slightly, one hand diving back under so he could adjust himself and get Q's crack from practically sucking his cock inside. Still, once released and drawn to the side, Penny knew he was hardening. He felt his foreskin slowly peel back but tried to ignore it.

His other hand lifted, dripping large drops. The smoothed through Q's hair, then down between his shoulders. There was strength there, wired, coiled. "Yes!" Penny snapped, pulling his hands away but finding there was nowhere else to put them so back into the water they went. When he next spoke, his voice was tamed.

"Thanks for doing this. We both know you could've told me to fuck off. What do you care if I get lost? Worried about ending up in a loony bin again?" Too soon? Penny winced as soon as the words were out. "Sorry," he muttered, but why else would Quentin be helping him if he didn't think maybe he'd be useful in the future?

They could both shift and move around as much as they wanted. Some part of someone's body was going to be up against an uncomfortable place. Quentin tried not to think about it too much. His mind was halfway to nerd porn paradise, at least until Penny spoke, dragging him out of his little safety bubble as usual.

"The more you talk, the more I start to rethink this entire thing." He sighed, shaking his head. Why was he even a part of this? Because when Penny had pitched the idea, no one had volunteered as tribute to do this. Well, not exactly true. Eliot had offered, but he wasn't exactly stable let alone lucid since Mike had been killed. So that just left the bleeding heart of the group, Quentin.

Sighing again, he reached down to grab Penny's hands, linking their fingers together in a gesture far too intimate for his own comfort level. As soon as their hands touched, a strange prickling sensation of electricity raced through their bodies. Candles had been lit before they entered the tub and the water acted as a translucent for the spell. "We have to sync our breathing and heart beat. Then....literally we have to get off at the exact same moment."

Edited 2016-11-07 00:39 (UTC)

Now was obviously not the time to talk shit, so Penny shut up, letting his palms press against Quentin's palms. He wanted a bump right then. He wanted a joint or some booze, but instead he was stone-cold sober, the warm water around his waist then Quentin's hair hanging down above him.

'Hey," Penny said, his head back against the tub's lip. "Just kiss me, Q. Everything will sync up." It wasn't said as a tease, or in bravado. That was one of Penny's problems. When he got too close, things lined up and suddenly he'd be fucking against the ceiling or reliving a past life of someone who was just supposed to be a one night stand.

He let Quentin hold one hand, but the other wrestled free, blunt nails drawing against the hard line of his roommate's jaw, then his thumb was on the dimple in his chin. "If you put your tongue in my mouth, just means you want me to finish in your butt."

Without bringing Quentin's mouth to his own, Penny lifted up, abs tightening as his mouth caught Q's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.

If ever there was a time that Quentin could appreciate a little silence and all around less condescending attitude from Penny; it was right this very moment. Because Q could get nervous in his own wet dream. He didn't need the extra pressure of being ridiculed at every turn.

"Let's just see where things go." Try as he might to hide it, his eyebrows shot up at Penny's lewd choice of words. He wasn't a virgin, far from it, he just wasn't the confident type in bed. Always asking questions. Was this okay, should he do this or that? He'd bet Penny had never had to ask a single question in his entire life when it came to sex. He just knew what his partner wanted or needed at that exact moment.

Swallowing thickly, he leaned in to take the first plunge. Slotting their mouths together as his eyes fell shut. The hand not currently gripping Penny's hand slowly began to roam. A soft play of light touches smoothing along his shoulders, fingertips sweeping down his side, stopping just shy of where he straddled the other magician and slowly working his way back up the center of Penny's chest. Everywhere he touched it felt like an electric current was building between the two of them. The draw of the magic that would bind them so Penny could use Quentin as a homing beacon during his travels.

When Quentin wasn't talking about Fillory or trying to not get killed, Penny figured he had to be taking kissing lessons from Alice. Even if they were more like two slices of white bread with nothing in between them, at least Q had gotten oms practice. His lips weren't feminine, but they also were dry and cracked like someone who didn't care.

A tiny sound managed to slip between their lips, Penny aware that it had come from him. He didn't care - a tactile person by nature, Quention's light touches were welcomed. They seemed to be growing in intensity, sparking a zig-zagging over and then through his skin. The traveler's free hand found Quentin, already half-hard and heavy in his hand. A loose stroke brought the pad of his thumb against the underside of Q's crown. A little press with his blunt nail and Penny thought he'd felt him thicken.

Breaking the kiss, Penny's mouth found Quentin's jaw, then his neck. Eyes flashed over the water and their bodies, blue electric snaps popping around them, Penny sought out Quentin's mouth again, filling the sparks at him. Not to hurt him, but to imbue him. The water sloshed in tiny ripples as Penny's pace picked up.

Quentin wasn't ready for that first stroke. He had thought they were taking things slow and steady, especially considering the type of magic ritual they were dealing with, but Penny had to kick things from a scale of ten to a hundred. Just the touch of his hand caused his hips to buck without his permission, "Jesus, just - " He trailed off, losing whatever thought had managed to pop into his head during the second stroke. His cock hardening fully in record speed considering who had his hand on his dick at the moment.

The second time their lips met his kiss was a bit more urgent and perhaps a hint of needy, all tied together with a newfound sense of eagerness. His hips shifting, easing back just far enough to allow the traveler's cock to spring free before he curled his hand around his friend's hardening cock and began to slide his hand up and down, rolling his thumb over the tip, pressing lightly against the slit there, catching a drop of precum and rolling it over the crown.

Finally, Penny had found a way to get Quentin to shut up. He'd admit to himself that it was one of the better ways, too. But, just because he was a nice guy, Penny did relax his touch, letting his palm scoot down and gently cup Q's sac, feeling the skin draw up and tighten as his cock bloomed to thickness. Really, Penny would have to find more spells that called for this kind of magic. If 'fuck magic' was a course, he'd like to audit it, then take it, then be a TA in it and then actually teach it.

The kiss was returned, Penny's head pressing upward, forcing Quentin's back, but playfully now, teasingly, lips curling up at the corners before his lips parted. His tongue teased Quentin's bottom lip, a surprised noise vibrating against the sensitive skin as he was finally held. "Knew you'd know what to do," Penny commented, his eyes bright, hand wrapping once again around Q's cock, water jostling as he pumped it up and down, quickly, squeezing around the base and drawing up so tightly Penny could feel the veins against his fingers.

"Like that?" He asked, honestly curious and wanting to make sure Quentin got off because he wanted to, not just because he had to.

Quentin moaned and tightened his grip on Penny in reaction to being gripped so tightly himself and stroked just right. His head tilted back for a split second, angling away from those teasing lips, eyes falling shut. Yeah, that was definitely the way he liked it. No need for verbal communication. His thoughts were pretty much a stead mantra of oh fuck.

He mirrored Penny's movements, except for throwing in a slow twist of his wrist on the downward stroke of his hand, giving not just a tight grip, but more friction and varied motion.

Penny bucked his hips up into Quentin's fist, a low growl sliding between his teeth. Pleasure and pain were closely associated in Penny's world, and while he knew that Quentin was capable - masturbating was probably the one thing Quentin had mastered early in his life - Penny couldn't leave it all up to his roommate.

"Dirty talk gets me to the edge faster," he breathed into Quentin's ear, his teeth claiming the pair earlobe before drawing his head down, releasing the skin. His mouth, instead, settled on Quentin's shoulder. Penny wasn't in the mood to leave a mark, but he knew it would likely happen. "Fuuuuck," Penny exhaled, feeling his balls begin to creep up.

"Close?" He asked, the word clipped, taut.

[He and Teddy have been together a while. A year exactly, to be precise. And although Scorpius has worked his entire life on redefining exactly what being a Malfoy means, one thing it does still mean is grand gestures, particularly in romance. Scorpius just prefers to keep such things private.

So when Teddy gets back to their flat, he'll find the lights turned down and a trail of lit candles leading to the bathroom. Archimedes, Scorpius' cat, is closed in the bedroom with everything a cat could ever want to keep him from getting too close to the flames (unfortunately the charms to keep them from knocking over and setting the room on fire wouldn't do much to deter an overly curious feline from burning himself) or interrupting their evening in some other way. Scorpius himself waits anxiously in the bathroom, already with his shirt off and starting to wonder if maybe this was a bit much.

It had seemed romantic in his head, at least. Merlin, he hoped Teddy wouldn't laugh at him. At least he hadn't put out a path of rose petals. He'd considered it, though.

There were more candles set up on the rim of the enormous bath that Scorpius had insisted upon, as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses, and a speaker playing soft instrumentals. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. He shouldn't be worrying like this.]

[ first of all, people just don't do this sort of thing for teddy. at least, they never had before; he's always had shite luck and a taste for domineering, emotionally-disconnected jerks. that's all well and good in the bedroom, but for someone like teddy, it's never been enough. enter scorpius malfoy, who is nothing like the rest of his family, and who is--in fact--painfully sweet and thoughtful and doubtful of his own good intentions and grand, loving gestures. he has a huge heart, and it's been trampled on just often enough that even a year into what they have, he still has a tough time.

when teddy shuts the door behind himself and notices the candles, therefore, he freezes, startled and a little confused for a moment. is-- is this..?

unconsciously, his hair and eyes go through a series of colour changes, finally settling on a soft, flattered lavender. he sets his bag down, locks the door, and toes off his shoes, then follows the trail of candles, heart hammering in his chest as if he's just sprinted a mile. merlin! he's still in his scrubs. he's sure he looks exhausted. (scorpius doesn't care, he has to remind himself. he's never once asked teddy to be anyone or anything other than what he already is.)

he steps into the bathroom, glancing up.. and smiling, eyes flicking from the bath to the wine, then to scorpius himself. for a moment, two, his chest clenches with helpless, tender adoration-- and then he's crossing toward him, sliding arms over the shorter man's shoulders and leaning down to press a cherry-flavoured kiss to his mouth. ]

You, [ he murmurs, pressing a second kiss to the corner of his mouth and giving up on the idea of not getting pink gloss all over scorpius's face, ] are the most amazing person in the world.

[Scorpius has gotten pretty good at knowing what Teddy's different hair colors generally mean, so it's a relief to see that soft lavender hue when he comes through the door. Still, he shifts nervously in those few moments before Teddy moves towards him, only fully relaxing when Teddy's arms are around him, leaning into him naturally with his hands settling on Teddy's hips.

A rather helpless laugh bubbles up as Teddy's lip gloss gets all over.] I'm glad you like it. I thought it might be nice to take a bath together. I know how hard you work, so I thought you could use the relaxation.

[Scorpius kept a variety of both muggle and wizard luxury bath products just as a rule but there were a few more added for this that were more heavily focused on relaxing muscle tension and rejuvenating energy. And a very pretty bath melt that would turn the water swirling bright pinks and blues. The tub was already filled with hot water but there was no rush to get in or start adding oils or the melt; it's not like it would get cold, not with the charms that had come standard with the bathtub.

Besides, it's only suiting to take their time and savor undressing.] Happy anniversary. [He cups Teddy's cheeks in both hands, leaning up to kiss him again slow and all the sweeter for Teddy's lip gloss being involved.]

[ teddy smiles into the kiss, shrinking himself enough to keep either of them from having to crane their necks, fingers sliding into his hair to stroke his nape. a year. a year. teddy still finds it difficult to believe at times, given both of their difficulties with relationships.. but maybe that's one of the reasons they're good together. they know what they don't want in a relationship, and they know to communicate.

teddy's a little embarrassed that he didn't do more for their anniversary, though. he's never actually had one to last this long.. which is probably really sad, considering his age. ]

Happy anniversary, [ he says when they part for him to speak again, hair taking on a rosy hue, whole expression soft and fond and a little flustered. ] .. I'm sorry I had to work. Maybe we can do dinner out tomorrow to make up for it. [ his palms slide down the younger man's chest, fingertips trailing briefly over pale nipples, then tracing the gentle curve of his ribs. ] .. Help me get out of this silly uniform?

[Scorpius has never gotten past more than a few months in a relationship. There are times he's still not sure he isn't going to muck this up somehow. But here are they are, a full year in, and still going strong.]

It's alright. I know your work is terribly important to you. [He shivers at the touch, pressing closer to Teddy's hands.] Dinner tomorrow sounds perfect. [The request has him chuckling, gently but eagerly stripping Teddy of his scrub top and tossing it into the hamper.]

Open for anything

[So, a couple of questions: 1, is a late comment okay?
2, would you also be okay with a thread where Midna is the traveling partner of Layle here (a dude with the ability to open portals between dimensions to go world-hopping AND very versatile telekinesis) and has just decided it's time he starts washing her hair like a good escort. Que him possibly using his telekinesis powers to touch her in Various Places while his physical hands keeps washing her hair, while she may retaliate by using HER hair to touch him in Various Places while sitting perfectly still if that's to your fancy.
And 3... would you prefer to play her as True Form Midna or would you also be open to playing out this scene with Imp Midna? Asking for a particularly depraved friend who'd be okay with either choice. ~~The friend may also be me~~.]

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