bakerstreet | When I think about you, I-

THINKING OF YOU

( a meme for all your mutual masturbation et al needs! )
There's nothing more embarrassing than being walked in on during your private time...except, maybe, if the person who's walking in is the one you're thinking about while taking care of business. Oops.

You just can't help it! Picturing someone you don't know, as sexy as a random model or superstar may be, is nowhere near as appealing as when your mental images are personal - maybe you can't even get excited unless you're thinking of someone you know. This person could be the one you've wanted forever but can't have, a new fantasy, a partner you can't be with right now, anyone that accidentally came to mind and you couldn't unsee, a new fantasy, someone completely taboo, or even a person you just picked because you wanted to.

Can you not let them know that you were totally picturing them in the most compromising of positions, or is the cat out of the bag because you were obvious or verbal? How will you feel about being walked in on? Mortified, probably, if you're normal. Freaked out? ...even more aroused?

Hey, it could happen! Bodies are weird.

But things don't just end in your total humiliation, oh no. That would be too convenient. The person's not leaving. They're angry, perhaps demanding an answer, maybe wanting to tease you, or possibly curious.

Actually, they may just want to join you. I bet that never happened in you wildest fantasies.

How to Play

This above encounter will end in sex of some sort. Feel free to use this meme to get your mutual masturbation kink on or anything else you can possibly think of.
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[ If you'll have me. Yes, as a matter of fact, that is a profoundly foolish thing to have to ask, at this point. So much so, that Anders has to hesitate again before he answers, considering. He'd pinch himself to prove this is actually reality - but considering the fact that he's still sitting on that toy, and every time he so much as flinches, he's swallowing another sound... That'd probably be overkill.

No, this is real. Bizarrely, impossibly real. Hawke is here, with his incredibly inopportune timing, and he wants to stay here. And Anders would have to be insane to throw him out now, after nearly three full years of wanting him.

Gradually, Anders relaxes back onto the cot, letting the scrap of blanket he was clutching to his chest fall back to cover nothing but the thin mattress beneath him. ]

...Just hear? You're not going to come in?

I- oh, that'd be blighted frustrating, wouldn't it? [He laughs suddenly.] No, no. I didn't want to just invite myself in... [Never mind that he sort of did that in general.] Just a moment.

[It's not apparent what he's doing, for a moment, until he appears in the doorway. And oh, it seems he's trying to play along. His tunic hangs open and unlaced, as do his breeches, and he's good enough to try and even the playing field. His half-hard cock hangs out of his breeches, and he strokes it almost lazily with a hand wrapped around it, leaning against the wall. Too far to touch or be touched, obviously... but in a perfect spot to watch.

He drinks in the sight of Anders on the bed as he strokes himself.]

That's better. Now, what was I saying to you, there?

[ Oh, as if Hawke's solution isn't precisely as frustrating. When Hawke steps through the doorway looking like three long years' worth of lurid fantasies all rolled up into one perfect sight, Anders wants nothing more than to go to him. Maybe even on his knees, so he'd be in just the right position to wrap his lips and tongue around that gorgeous cock and suck Hawke off to within an inch of his life.

...But Hawke doesn't come any further toward him, leaning back into the wall, instead - and Anders finds himself unable to break the spell that simple, deliberate distance holds between them. And not just because of the awkward position he's still in. His hips move of their own volition, rocking him down against the heavy toy inside him. (Which is clearly no match for the real thing, but he'd always sort of suspected that.)

Anders slumps down against the bed again, drawing his knees up as he reaches beneath himself again, but angling himself deliberately so that he won't miss a moment of what Hawke is doing. He's so invested in the slow, lazy motion of Hawke's hand that he almost doesn't hear his request. ]

Um - you were saying...? Ah. Oh. You were saying— [ He actually has to close his eyes for a second, just to remember, squeezing them shut as he grabs the base of the toy again. If possible, the pink flush staining his skin darkens further - but it's less embarrassment than the wildfire rush of arousal just the sensation of Hawke's eyes on him elicits. ] —that I wasn't allowed to come. Not until you let me. Not until you were satisfied.

[ So, maybe he likes things a little frustrating, actually. ]

[From this spot in the doorway, he can finally scope out exactly what Anders was up to in here... and oh, my, is he a sight to behold, practically beautiful all nude and all worked up, fucking himself on a toy, even. Whatever lustful things he imagined the healer doing back here, this was something else.

He watches with fascination as he continues to play with himself, rocking his hips, making Hawke's mouth go dry.]

That does sound like something I'd do. Tease you, drag it out... make you hold on until I'd had my fill of you.

[And Maker, is it tempting to crawl over there and show him exactly how he'd like to get his fill. But there's a game being played, now, and he intends to coast on it until neither of them can stand it.

He continues lazily stroking himself, particularly now that he has some inspiring visuals to enjoy.]

Am I gentle, first? Do I kiss you and touch you before I bend you over and take you?

[ Every time Hawke speaks, the low rumble of his voice sends a fresh wave heat rippling under Anders' skin. His patience was already waning, before - when Hawke was just imaginary, and Anders knew every move he was going to make, before he made it. Now, it's all he can do just to regather the last shreds of his self-control, his idle fantasy suddenly become all too real.

As maddening as it is just to lie back and watch Hawke, though, the thought of getting up and going to him is one Anders can't entertain with any sincerity. Oh, he wants to - wants to grab Hawke and pull him down into his bed and do all the things he's only dreamt of doing, until now. But just like in his fantasy, Hawke is still the one in control. And Hawke doesn't seem to want this little standoff to end so soon. ]

Yes. Oh, yes. [ Anders moans the words, as he lifts his hips again. His back is going to start protesting soon, and there's already a tremble in his thighs as he sinks back down onto the toy, holding it still and angled just right. But all he feels now is how good it is, how the pressure as it slides back in makes his cock throb, twitching against his stomach. ]

You're always gentle, when we start. Makes it that much better when you start to get rough. Pull my hair, hold me down...

[He's got to give Anders some credit here... his fantasy version of Hawke isn't too far off the mark. He grins at the mention of gentleness, particularly combined with the way he rocks himself on that toy again.]

Maybe smack you a little bit. Just manhandle you, while I fuck you until you scream.

[Damn himself for turning this into a game. They could be doing this instead of talking about it, but hey, he doesn't want to interrupt Anders' routine here, just because he showed up in the middle of it.

His mouth goes dry as he watches the other mage working himself over, and his cock plumps rigid in his hand as he strokes it.]

And when you can't take any more, when you're absolutely desperate for it, I'll let you come. I'll even get you there, with my mouth, or my body... since you were so good to wait for me.

[ As much of an effect as Hawke is having on him (and it's not subtle), even Anders can see the feeling is mutual. And though he should be questioning that fact, wondering what it means - right now all he wants to do is accept it. Revel in it. ...And maybe exploit it, just a little.

Another shuddering sigh slips past his lips, as they curl into a smirk. ]

And if I wasn't?

[ His unoccupied hand has wound itself up in the sheets again, but Anders slips it free now, his nails leaving pale lines behind as he drags them up his side and across his chest. When his fingertips catch on the peak of a nipple, he stops to pinch and roll it almost roughly between them, grinding down on the toy still buried inside him at the same time.

His other hand leaves the toy, inching back between his thighs to wrap around his cock. ]

If I didn't wait for you? If I just... helped myself, without your permission?

When I think about you, I-

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