bakerstreet | Sexting

[He can control himself. All he has to do is think of something else, get his mind back on track. It'll just take a few minutes of reciting history facts in his mind and-

They've stopped.

He jolts at the sound of Takao's voice and presses the pillow even harder against his lap. (Luck only goes so far for Midorima I'm Never As Subtle As I Think I'm Being Shintarou.)]

Of course I'm not going to let you copy my homework. You should get out of my sight for even suggesting it.

[Even he knows the last part is a bit much even for him, but he has to try.]

[Midorima's saying something, but exactly what escapes him as he sees Midorima sitting there with a pillow pressed into his lap in a stunningly perfect recreation right there in the back of his own cart of a teenage boy whose mother has just walked in on him in the spring of his youth. The words he's saying may as well be "Knock before coming in!"

It's a stop light crossing. This is normally the part where Midorima has to go through the formality of securing his continued riding rights. But for all the smug thoughts and smart comments and snickers forming in his brain, Takao himself is pretty frozen taking it all in, forgetting to play the game.

Takao knows exactly what he's looking at. His gaze is direct enough in shifting right on down to the pillow. What he doesn't know is exactly what's going to win out: finding it funny, finding it hot, or finding it to be something he must treat with delicacy as Shin-chan's handler.]

[They're not even at school yet. That's how badly he was distracted. It's just a stop light, offering little actual chance for Takao getting out of his sight until his problem disappears. Maybe his true luck for today is the rear cart will detach and send him careening back the other way.

He's not rolling away yet.

When Takao doesn't respond, Midorima chances an actual look at him. He's staring at the pillow. He must know.

Since telling himself to die for once and having it happen isn't a viable course of action, his brain pushes through to sheer dumb bravado. He even spares a hand from pillow clutching to push up his glasses.]

Don't stand there like a fool. It's nothing you haven't seen before.

It's still pretty new, though.

[If Shin-chan's regained his composure, it's fine to go ahead and shamelessly stare.]

[Mortification - not as helpful as he had hoped.

Pushing down on the pillow - making things a little worse.

Takao openly staring at him - he takes back anything he thought about them being able to get through a normal day.

The composure fades, or really it's more like it bursts into flames, and he has to look away.]

The staring isn't helping.

No, it's helping in a certain sense.

[He really should stop. Riding a bike after getting some "help" himself isn't going to be easy. He shifts in the seat, making a face at himself before closing his eyes and forcing himself to turn forward and start pedaling.]

Why'm I not making you play when this's the first time it'd be really nice not to have to be on this thing...?

[That knowledge - also not helping.]

You had every opportunity to start the game. [Whether Midorima would have had the presence of mind to join in is a little suspect, but what matters now is acting like he would have.] Naturally, I can't be blamed if you chose to use the short break in a different way.

We'll call free rides the rest of the way your prize this morning. It'd be pretty dangerous for me if you lost and I spent the time back there staring at your ass.

Takao!

[In his shock, the throw pillow almost becomes a projectile and lives up to its name.

The comment also goes in the pile of things that are not helping his state at all.]

[Unaware of the threat of a one sided pillow fight behind him, Takao cheerfully pedals through any discomfort.]

It's fine now, right? We're not talking about last night, we're talking about now!

[Midorima can find nothing wrong with this logic in terms of meeting the terms of their agreement.

Orgasms make him a terrible negotiator. Noted.

But he can still find other things wrong with this.]

We're in public.

Even if I floor it, I don't think...

[That thought trails off; a joke about not having the time to get in private is decidedly pushing things. Sexting is a separate dimension from doing anything live, even just looking.]

Nah. Nevermind. Guess I'll give it my all this morning!

[Time to pedal those thoughts away.

Though if he thinks about it, there was some more than implied interest in doing more than looking. But that's just how sexting works.

But does Midorima know that's how sexting works?

Come to think of it, it's not like he's exactly got the experience to know either, but when it comes to common sense on these things, he's sure he's got the leg up. Or is he underestimating him?

Takao glances back, brows raises, eyes narrowed, speculating. Midorima was a natural at it, no matter how obviously flustered he is now. Better than some porn stars he's seen, in terms of film sense, body, and acting out a demeanor. Granted he'd never actively sought out the kind of fetish material it'd take to find someone talking down to someone else like that in porn but at this rate what if he developed some strange fetish?

Shin-chan talks down to people a lot. Decidedly, Takao will have no choice but to in fact die, just as the video title foretold if it ends up a thing.]

Hey, Shin-chan. Talk down to me.

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You bet.

[He presses into her hand while his lips caress her chest.]

[ Jonathan greets his birds when they hop over to him, lightly scratching through their feathers. ]

Yes, I remember saying that but still. I think you are just wayyy too good at that.

And don't worry, you'll get your reward soon enough.

[ He smirks at that last one before he coaxes Kiwi and Beau onto his hand and carries them off back to their cage for the time being. The last thing he wanted was for them to play distraction themselves.

Knowing Iseul would want all the attention instead of these two little rascals. ]

[ Iseul smirks back at him. ]

You're welcome. I'm glad I could make work interesting for you.

[ He watches as Jonathan houses his pets. He likes that the man keeps birds. There's a gentleness about him that shows in the way he cares for his charges.

Iseul has long since learned to bring them treats and toys, bribing them for their approval. It seems to work. They no longer get territorial when he comes to visit. Not that he blames them. He gets rather territorial about his lover too. ]

Do you want your gift?

[ Because the wereraven clearly wants to give it to him. He retrieves a long flat box that looks like it must contain clothing and offers it to him. It's rather heavy. ]

you're imaginative. i'm sure you can figure something out.

what's the other 60?

[Even Chuuya would have a hard time sending Dazai away now: that's the main reason why Dazai sees no reason to hold back. Another, admittedly smaller part is the fun of seeing if he might make Chuuya snap after all: unlikely, but fun to play with and push for when he feels like it.

... Well, he certainly got Chuuya to almost hop right onto his dick, anyway. It's a tense moment as he's shoved down, but the end result is not unwelcome, and Dazai's expression barely even flickers. Staring up at Chuuya, he smiles.]

A~ny~thing at all~!

[So desperate with that ass, Chuu.]

[Score one for the emoji~! And score roughly ten for Dazai. He's very glad to see his charm offensive is successful. Predictable, perhaps, but for once that's not entirely unwelcome.]

Thank you~ [Coming inside, it is. He'll wander over to the living room, or wherever she chooses to lead him.] I hope you don't mind my not making the picture with the tears reality, too. I shed all of them at home!

never forget you're part of why carpal tunnel stays a serious disease affecting today's youth, parrish

Your weapons skills. Your ass. The way you kiss. Stamina.

It's funny. One would think that after more than a millennia of living, he would have gained the ability to not feel even a touch of nerves when speaking with a woman he fancies. Standing there, though, taking in the fullness of the situation, there was a moment where he felt a slight fluttering in his belly. It's mixed in with other things, things that easily overpower the trickle of uncertainty, things that might shock countless of Earth's people if they realized someone they called a hero could feel those baser desires, but it's there when he really looks at her, during that space between his greeting and her reply.

She wouldn't have invited him over if she wasn't interested, just as he wouldn't have sent her... that photo if he hadn't been trying to make his interest clear. For all the power he wielded, though, he was still one man and a man, even one that's the god of thunder, has moments of doubts and uncertainty.

"I do. Sitting's a good way to begin things." Mirth flashed in his eyes and a soft chuckle accompanied it as he strode across her bedroom, setting both bottles of mead on her bedside table. It was much, much easier to appreciate just how casually she had dressed now that the pleasantries were out of the way. Once, he wouldn't have been able to do so, but now... well, Thor knew just how unlikely it was that she would care if they were damaged when things became...heated.

Slowly, he took the proffered seat, turning at an angle to face her. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd been this near to her. There was the familiar warmth of having someone near, a tangible thing that both put him at ease and reminded him of just how hot the lust churning in his gut was. Just the sight of her alone was a potent enough reminder of that. It took physical effort to keep himself from leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss that would not end until she demanded it.

Instead, he inhaled deeply through his nose, a touch of the tension releasing from his shoulders and abdomen, and gave her a friendly smile of his own while laying a hand over one of hers. "Thank you for having me. I have been wanting to... visit with you for sometime. I would have gone mad if I had delayed any further."

[ ty for picking back up! ♥♥ because i srsly love the hell out of this omg ]

As attuned to body language and subliminal signals as she'd been trained to be, it was nevertheless a bit of a surprise for Natasha to sense Thor's slight anxiety, almost as if he thought she might throw him out on his ass. Apparently even centuries-old deities could get nervous, who knew? The nuance piqued her humor, and her sympathy--she never wanted him to feel uneasy around her, not for any reason whatsoever.

So she nodded approval when he stepped over to fold down beside her, and easily threaded her fingers with his as they sat together. Natasha took a moment to gaze at him, truly, for once, and yet again marveled at how handsome Thor actually was. All of her teammates were attractive men, of that there was no question, and even she found herself staring a bit too long sometimes, but this...this was different.

They'd somehow stepped out of the restrictions of "teammates", and entered into a different category altogether. Just what that particular category was, however, Natasha wasn't entirely sure. Nor did she care to ruminate over it too much right now, because Thor was speaking in his low, amazingly sexy voice, and just the syllables alone send surreptitious shivers down her spine.

"Oh, you're welcome," she returned, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt. Her thumb gently smoothed across the back of his knuckles, an unthought but profound caress. "I'm glad you did." Lips twitched with a gentle smile. "We can't have the God of Thunder running around crazy, now can we?" Natasha eased over a little closer, lifting her free hand to smooth fingertips over Thor's grizzled cheek, learning the texture of his skin, feeling the inherent power leashed in his big frame.

[ it's her turn to drop her phone. shit. ]

where do you think about touching me?

[Easy, Pete. Don't rush into it.]

A lot of places. Everywhere. All over. Equal attention to all body parts.

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np!

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oh my god life ate me this past week. sorry for the late tag! /o\

no, never be sorry! i know how it is, gah.

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