bakerstreet | Sexting

[A rush of air escapes his nose at that pose, the hand that had been on his back having to come to cover his own mouth while both eyes rake over him. The intent was to take in the pose in all its hilarity, a contrast to how dignified Midorima managed to make himself look while sending nudes the prior night. But instead he finds himself appreciating something familiar in a new way; it isn't like he hasn't seen every single member of their team shirtless, and at least a handful of them fully naked. His eyes are less than sublte about raking him over more slowly than the usual once over to take everything in.]

Hnn.... Then, I guess asking you for advice's no good.

If it hadn't just happened, Thor wouldn't have thought it was possible for anyone to disrupt Natasha's poise, even for an instant. Robbing her of her speech certainly hadn't been his intention. There was an almost sultry quality to it that made him want to shiver whenever she spoke, after all, but there was a slight sensation of triumph that blossomed all the same. There was much he didn't know about her, but to see how the gesture had both obviously pleased and surprised left him feeling quite pleased with himself.

When she finally managed to speak again, a knowing smile spread across his face. It was natural that his gaze would be directed towards her lips, softer than his own for certain and seeming to beg to be kissed. Thor took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so their gazes were level again, so he could peer deep into her eyes and let her see the desire that snapped like jolts of lightning in his own. "Kissing you was always part of the token. I will, though. I would be a fool not to."

Shifting, he made good on that promise in the next moment, pressing his lips firmly against her own. Perhaps a first kiss should be softer and more reserved, and Thor had often shared those with other partners before, but every cell in his being was crying out for more than a gentle brush. There was a deep hunger for her that made his lips work with almost furious passion against hers, trying to show and claim all at once. When you were as old as he was, you learned how to be patient. He had already been patient enough.

The deeper he fell into that kiss, the more time seemed to slip away from him, just as both of his hands slipped away from her chin and her other hand. They found her waist and hips with ease and, mid-kiss, simply drug her from her seat on the bed into his lap instead. In that very same moment, Thor's tongue swiped along the seem of her mouth, teasing her for the briefest of moments, before pressing insistently against her lips, eager to explore the depths of her mouth now that she was right where she belonged.

[It's like Takao is laying him bare with his eyes. Which is ridiculous since he's already half undressed, so of course he's bare. He refuses to let him know it's affecting him. Adjusting his glasses, he tries to focus on this jump in conversation.]

Of course that doesn't make asking me for advice a bad choice. Who else are you going to ask?

[And not get a worthless answer is implied, but that kind of talk in the locker room earns him threats from his seniors.]

Then, I won't hold back.

[It sounds like a threat when he says it like that.]

So. Basketball shorts. They're really loose.

Yes.

[Said along with an, "And your point is...?" glare.]

[Takao waits a few seconds through that glare before deciding the obvious needs to be stated, with the most "obvious" return stare he can muster.]

It'll stand out when it stands up.

[On another day, he might have had to decipher this statement, but today, such matters are at the front of his mind. There is only one thing "it" can be.]

Nothing is going to stand up, you fool! There is no when to worry about.

[Is what he's been trying to convince himself of ever since he started walking to the locker room.]

That's nice for you and all, but you know I pay even more attention than usual to you on the court, right?

[The implications of that nearly destroy him where he stands, his fingers clenching the shirt that's still in his hands even tighter.]

How is this related to my selfish whims? I'm not going to ask for you to be excused from practice.

This's more on the "looking for advice" thing now...

[Takao's hand tries to rest on a bare shoulder as he leans in, voice lower, conspiring.]

I figured they'd be your way out, but it sounds like you got it all under control without them.

Yes. Of course I have everything under control.

[Says the guy who has been practically frozen in place since Takao surprised him. Who can now barely get a word out since while he's leaning close and touching him.]

You should focus on my performance during practice and not my-

And not anything else about me.

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And not your....? Hey, just what do you think your best feature is, anyway?

[That poke in the ribs might have passed as innocent if terribly insensitive, if not for the fact that the finger responsible starts running downwards.]

[His throat visibly moves with the effort of swallowing.]

I don't concern myself with such things. I was going to say my body, not anything specific.

[The body Takao is still touching.]

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[For once, Takao doesn't run his mouth at the nearest opportunity. But the silence is potentially worse than much of anything he could say, smirking knowingly, smugly even as his eyes openly follow that lump moving down Midorima's throat. Midorima's still got his shirt as a shield, even if not on. Even when leaning directly against him there's not that much skin to skin contact, not with Takao's shirt still on, not with Midorima having a shield that he can at best poke through with a well aimed finger. And then with a deep breath...

He steps back, holding up both hands in an innocent, defeated motion.]

Right, right. I get it; I'm on my own on this one. But for the record, the way you move and your performance and all that's even more important. If any well built body did it for me, I'd have trouble with a lot more people than you.

[And in fact there is the start of some trouble. Harassing Midorima didn't come at no cost; as physical as Takao usually is, as expected, it's not as easy to cling to him as usual without an unusual reaction. If there's any fortune on his part, it's that he hasn't changed out of the slightly starchier uniform pants yet. It's not as obvious as it could be.

All worth it, though.]

[There was nowhere for this interaction to go that wouldn't interfere with practice, and also his peace of mind, but the sense of absences is immediate, even when it's only a step back. As much as Midorima is loathe to admit it, the only word that fits this feeling is disappointment.

But what Takao says sends heat through his entire body, only to settle into a low pull in his stomach.

No, it must have been the build-up from the entire day and the insinuating proximity of the past few minutes. There is no way he's so weak to a compliment and the mere concept of Takao having trouble because of him.

Regardless of the reason, he had changed out of his uniform pants first, and the problem of the loose shorts is suddenly real. He casually drops the shirt lower, but he really wishes he could cover his face because of what he's about to say.]

In difficult physical situations, sometimes the only course of action is to take care of the problem in order to regain focus. So if you'll excuse me.

[There's a bathroom stall with his name on it, and Takao can have some bonus advice as well.]

gotta get you under my mouth first, my guy.

Wow, that's a super sexy lie but I like it. I could go for the sweet one sleeve look like you do, we can be twinsies.

Although she could never match him in years, Natasha was certainly not without her own arsenal of experience. She had martyred her body for a mission many times before; she'd been trained that the ends justified the means, and mission achievement was a non-negotiable circumstance. Thus she'd learned how to be a lover, how to move in a man's eyes to lower his guard, and how to leave him unconscious afterward, so that she might complete her assignment with relative ease.

She wasn't proud of those instances, but she wasn't entirely ashamed of them, either.

Those lessons served her well in other areas, such as this one, with the God of Thunder's lips on hers, his large hands gently holding her still for his kiss. Natasha's eyes drifted closed as she swayed towards him herself, feeling the swift spark of electricity in her own blood when their mouths met for the first time. She didn't need gentility, she didn't need softness; it was all she could do suddenly to not pull him down with her and ravish him until they were both sated.

However long that might take.

But she could respect Thor's gentlemanly restraint--at least he had good manners. But a rue chuckle purred between them when he swung her astride his lap, the Widow eagerly straddling his hips with bent knees, and placing a hand to either side of his neck and jaw, holding him now so she could part her lips and meet his tongue with hers, no less greedy, no less hungry.

He felt incredible beneath her--all hard muscle beneath warm skin--and Natasha couldn't help squirming just enough against him, licking at his mouth with slippery abandon, wanting more, always more.

[All of that's a part of the performance. Many people talk about the appeal of a uniform, but Takao's quite sold on casual clothing in that moment; practice shorts are a giveaway he notices just in time for Midorima's lowered shirt to be a formality. He's still stately, he speaks with impossible, rigid control. It's not quite talking down to him, but it's so painfully Midorima that Takao feels the color flaring up in his chest and face, leading to having to tug at his own collar and exhale slowly.

Things Takao Kazunari has learned today: way more about history, math, grammar and literature, and science than he's ever cared to cram in during an 8 hour period, that he doesn't have a fetish for uniforms or being insulted, that he does for Midorima specifically, that Midorima can be unexpectedly cute (in ways beyond what he already knew), and that that's not always just funny but also dangerous.

But being caught by their upperclassmen is no laughing matter. Good advice is good advice. He lingers outside a few split seconds before deciding on the stall next door instead of pestering to share a stall.]

Raven's reaction to his voice was not obvious but Loki was watching carefully, and the shiver that went through her made him smirk a little, settling in the booth in front of her comfortably.

He arched an eyebrow, looking over at the busy pub, his eyes narrowing slightly in a way that clearly showed he was considering mischief. "Is it not? I do so like to make an impression." He looked back towards her sharply as she mentioned texting him by mistake, tilting his head to the side in silent acknowledgment. It didn't take Loki very long to figure out which other blue-faced friend she'd meant to see and he snorted quietly, amused. "It has been a long time," he agreed. He would not overtly say that he had missed her, but the tone of his voice implied it clearly enough.

Loki looked up when the waitress came towards him with a smile, his features subtly changing to make his face difficult to recognize. He smiled back, wide and charming, and let her took his order, watching as she stepped away, unsuspecting. "So," he told Raven, folding his hands over the table. "What did you want from McCoy?"

Both. [ Iseul grins. ] Definitely both.

[ He's greedy. He doesn't want to wait to see the harness on Jonathan, but he is absolutely okay with his lover playing the tease in the future. ]

Do you want me to help you put it on?

[ Unable to wait anymore, he stands and presses a long hard kiss to Jonathan's lips, smirking when they break for air. ]

I don't want to wait much longer. You're not the only one who's been distracted you know.

There was no denying that she had a thing for Loki. The situation that they had been through was something no ordinary person would have been able to survive without losing themselves in the process. If she had to bet, Raven would guess that they survived it, at least in part, because of their powers and their bond. He had touched her in a way no man ever had. Not even Erik had come close.

She smirked, looking around the pub before glancing back at him. "Oh, I know the kind of impression you like to make," she teased. "Let's have a few drinks before we start any trouble..." It wasn't a no, just a not yet.

With Loki, she'd take what she could get. She wasn't a naive child anymore. She knew that with him, that was the best she'd get in terms of any sort of admission of feelings. She chuckled, watching him order and then placing one for herself before they were alone again.

"You wouldn't believe me..." She bit her lip, now remembering why she actually had been reaching out to Hank. "Erik has surfaced again. I... There are rumors about him. I... I wanted to see if he'd reached out to Charles, you know, without actually reaching out to Charles myself." She had been trying to be subtle and coy. And didn't that backfire.

During the course of his long career as a warrior, Thor had learned many, many lessons. He knew himself to be a pillar of strength, a man that was unmatched even by his fellow Asgardians. For a man like him, problems could usually be solved with a show of might that left countless peoples stunned. The thing is, for all of that, he'd also learned that there were some problems pure strength couldn't solve. Loki's mischief and trickery had been as necessary as his strength at times, at least before he'd turned traitor.

All that was to say that he already had an appreciation for the sacrifices she'd made. Perhaps he'd find new reasons to appreciate them before the... they were spent.

At some point, he had meant to keep some level of restraint, at least at first. Any plans of that, however, went right out the window the moment she straddled him. Perhaps he'd been hoping for this on some level, a level that likely didn't go very deep, but to feel her hands catching his face as the kiss deepened even further and their tongues began to tangle? That was enough to make the fire in his belly roar like freshly fanned furnace, to make his teeth nip playfully at the tip of her tongue and his hands to very naturally to find the shapely curve of her ass and give it an unrepentant squeeze.

More than that, it was enough to make his blood begin to sing with heat. She was squirming in his lap, pressed against him, so wonderfully soft despite having a warrior's grace and cunning and skill, squirming and he could feel his cock begin to raise, stiffening as his hands pulled her closer and encourage her squirming and grinding. Allfather, but he wanted her out of those clothes.

As soon as that thought came, it passed. His mouth wrenched away from hers and he buried it in the crook of her neck instead, pressing a countless barrage of hungry, suckling kisses to her skin, tongue darting out to taste her just before he murmured her name and sucked a dark mark into existence on her skin. Thor needed and only Natasha could provide exactly what it was he craved.

[It had seemed like Takao's problem with loose shorts was hypothetical, a worry for later when he watched him in action and couldn't control his thoughts. Something to possibly be dealt with later. That is to say that Midorima isn't expecting to hear the sounds of someone else entering the bathroom just behind him and then a familiar pair of shoes walking into the stall next to him.

This is obviously because he didn't take the throw pillow to the bathroom with him.]

I didn't tell you-

[His voice echoes back at him, and too aware of the risk of someone else coming in just as easily as Takao joined him, he starts again more quietly.]

I didn't tell you so you would listen in!

It was good advice! I'm taking it!

[Learning from Midorima's own echo, Takao hisses back. He can't see around the walls to know who might be coming in, and he also knows the odds of him having the wherewithal once he's started to pick up on any sounds not from the stall next door are slim. He really shouldn't be trying to work up a conversation right now.]

It's not like I'm trying to add another dangerous memory to call up at the wrong time!

[Fate is testing him by throwing in his face all the times he wished someone would follow his advice.

Midorima doesn't have a reason to believe he's lying, though. Takao obviously needs this...stress relief, too.]

Then did you have to choose the stall right next to mine?

[Mentally, the idea of having an audience, even if hidden and otherwise occupied, is mortifying. Physically, he seems to have no problem with the idea of Takao as a witness because his horror doesn't even have the decency of solving his problem.]

Sexting

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okay, cool. mine too! working full time basically necessitates it.

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