bakerstreet | caught in the act meme.

[Seeing as Kintaro canonly masturbates 3x's more than the average man, getting caught in the act is pretty much bound to happen.]

[Because, you know, Kintaro's just lucky like that?]

[Indeed, he always is.]

[GRANTED, it was PROBABLY not such a great idea to start fapping in a church bathroom to begin with, but hey- He can't help when the urge really hits him!]

[So he'll just be over here, ~~beating it like it owes him money,~~ and not immediately taking note of anything else as he's completely lost in his own world...]

[Mass hadn't started yet and today's crowd looked to be a small turnout. The usual bunch of half-attentive parishioners who didn't really pay attention to sermon. Last minute, however, Ted had been informed that his superior, Bishop Brennan, would be in the audience- he wanted to see if Crilly still "had what it took" to be a priest and lead a good Mass. This, of course, filled Ted with a strong uneasiness; in part because he was scared of the Bishop, but even more so because he had not really prepared much for the service at all, and had originally intended to half-ass it.]

[Realizing now, however, that he was going to be closely scrutinized and knowing he was in no way prepared, Ted tried to focus, and get into game mode. He figured a splash of cold water and a motivational speech to his reflection might be in order, and so he rushed into the church bathroom, assuming most parishioners were seated in the pews and he would get the privacy he wanted. However, as he walked into the bathroom, anxious and on edge, he saw him- Kintaro.]

[And then he also saw what was in Kintaro's hand.]

[...of all places, in a CHURCH BATHROOM? ]

[OHSHIT]

[Kintaro freezes for a long moment; staring in wide-eyed horror at the man who had just entered the bathroom.]

[Then-]

AAaHhH!!! His high-pitched scream isn't entirely manly.]

[The man jumps; quickly scrambling to stuff himself back into his pants as if doing so would completely erase the incident from the priest's mind. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod- WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN!?]

I-- I CAN EXPLAIN...!!!! [...Except he's not entirely sure that he can.]

[Ted is shocked at what he's witnessed, and instantly in disbelief- no, this young fellow can't actually be in a church bathroom...worshiping himself. But Kintaro's effeminate scream quickly confirms to Ted that yes, he did just see the young man doing what he thought. And then the fellow's entreaties...]

Sorry! I-I didn't realize there was anyone in here- [Ted pauses. Why should he have to apologize for coming into the public bathroom when this fellow a)had forgotten to lock the door and b)shouldn't have been behaving this way in a holy place to begin with? Then Ted's mind races; does this happen often in the church bathroom? Have people been coming in here during his sermons to...it sends a shiver down the priest's spine.]

-but you really have no reason to be in here if you're going to be doing things like this! I mean, really! It's very, very inappropriate behavior for a church, or public restrooms in general! I mean, other people use these facilities too, and they don't want to...to... [he trails off, not sure whether or not he's comfortable really reprimanding Kintaro's actions.]

[ He usually wasn't one to just barge into a room, but when nobody answered the knocking, Teddy didn't wait. Something wasn't quite right and he was just going to open the door and find out/ ]

...are you-- uh....

[ Noh's chances to relieve some tension in this manner were few and far between, so this interruption brought him to pause in an unpleasant way. His hand tightened about his member and he grimaced just a little at the blond. ]

...Yes...?

[ ogod, what was he supposed to say now? Sorry that I barged in on you jacking off, and sorry that I'm still standing here staring... No, that wasn't going to work at all. ]

...uh....uh....

[ Sigh. It's a good thing that Noh's not shy about his body or fulfilling its natural functions. ]

Is this like one of your human... "pornos?" Do I ask you to join me now? [ Noh's not exactly adverse to the idea, but he has a way of being completely blunt about these things. ]

[ He couldn't say a single thing, he just stared like an idiot. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to explain that what Noh-Varr was doing was okay, and it wasn't a porno situation or anything like that. ]

...uh...that's...up to you?

[ Ohgod, what was he saying..what was he thinking? He wasn't even sure anymore, maybe he was just too entranced by what he had walked in on. He was a young guy, and sometimes he thought with things other than his mind, but this was ridiculous. ]

[ He was silent for a moment. What did he say to this situation now? His perusals of human culture suggested that not everyone was okay with sexual interaction between two males of the species, though he found that kind of silly. He was also very much inexperienced in actual encounters with men.

Teddy wasn't exactly unattractive, either. He blinked and shrugged. ]

If you're not opposed to it, join me.

[ His brain was overloading just a bit here. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to say to that. The immediate answer was no. But, that was slowly being overruled by what his body was saying. Unfortunately, his legs were part of his body and they were already walking their way into the room. ]

..uh..what could it hurt?

[ The Kree let go of his member and scooted over just a bit to make room for the blond. Oddly, his heart was starting to thud a little bit harder and it had him curious. Why would that happen with Teddy, despite the unique situation they found themselves in? ]

[ His body had a bit of a mind of it's own as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He had to admit that he had always find Noh-Varr attractive. On top of that some of the things he said were...for a lack of a better term precious. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the bed and glanced towards the other male. ]

So, I guess....I'll just...take off my pants.

[ No big deal, right? Right, it wasn't like guys didn't masturbate together, it pretty normal. Toeing off his shoes, he started to take off his shorts, so far so good... ]

Well.

[It's not like Nora is all that great with boundaries anyway. Right now, she's just mentally applauding her own restraint, such as it is (i.e. she hasn't gotten any closer yet, which is definitely a struggle).]

( Please let me know if you prefer Season 1 or Season 2. )

[Tim doesn't knock on the door because he thought it would be okay. Turns out it wasn't. He steps into the room and freezes. Dick was...and his pants were...and his hand...

Oh boy...]

[ Dick pauses mid-stroke the moment he hears the doorknob turning. No time to dash and hide without hurting himself, so that means he's left with Tim........ seeing him with his cock in his hand. ]

...Need something? [ Because there are clearly important things at hand if knocking has been thrown out the window (as if he's one to speak about that). ]

I...uh...it was...

[Tim finally covers his eyes and holds out his hand.]

I-It can wait...till you're done...

[ Dick grimaced just a little bit. He knew Tim wasn't exactly innocent; it was damn near impossible in the life they lived, but still- he was protective of whatever innocence he did have. What was he to do when he had been the one to ruin that, though?

Before speaking again, he leaned over and pulled up his sweatpants; this was his way to burn off a little bit of tension after working out, and it seemed being interrupted had made the problem worse, but he could deal with it later. ]

No- I'm done for now, Tim.

[Tim doesn't uncover his eyes yet. Sure, he knows what he was doing but it's still embarrassing to walk in on your brother when he's taking care of himself. He knows he'd hate it if someone did that to him.]

I was...going to ask you if you were busy. Maybe we would...do something together? It's been quiet recently...

[ Dick just sort of unconsciously wiped his hand along the side of his sweatpants and made a mental note to wash up before he did anything else.

Oh. Tim wanted to hang out... Dick winced just a tiny bit, but he wasn't going to say no. He'd suck it up and deal with his arousal later, even if he had to wait several hours. ]

Sure. Maybe we can pop in a movie or something?

Normally, he knocked. Always knocked first. Except he'd had a most exciting moment of "the cake came out perfect and I'm so excited for it to cool down" and therefore excitement got in front of propriety.

He took a slight double-take at what he was doing, then swallowed and focused on his face.

"I, er, I can come back..." Unless Dick wanted to invite him in.

{Up to you what kind of CR may or may not have happened, and whether or not he knows what he looks like under the mask. c: }}

Dick really should have expected these kinds of intrusions, at least when he lived with Ryota. They never exactly stopped him, but they did throw off his rhythm a bit, with whatever he was doing. This was no different from the time Ryota walked in on him practicing his acrobatics.

"You don't have to..." His voice caught just a little bit, but he gazed at the doll with a little bit of a smile. They'd already done so much with each other, what was a little peep show going to do?

He sighed softly as his hand continued to work over the shaft of his member.

Ryota took that opportunity to close the door behind him instead, leaning back against it as he watched. His eyes lingered over his moving hand, and every so often, his gaze pulled up to watch his face. He'd seen Dick grow up from a teenager into a young adult - but one would never realize it without asking that despite Ryota's older-looking age, that Dick was the older one of the two.

"Don't mind if I stay, then. Let me know if you want another pair of hands... or a mouth." Or... whatever. He wondered what Dick thought of while he touched himself, and he wondered what fantasies he came up with that he could fulfill for him. Idly, his own hand shifted down his hip to absently touch and knead along the front of one of his thighs. While the view wasn't enough to get him hard in a comically quick manner, it was definitely happening at a steady pace.

{...Oh my god, I just realized I somehow got two Dicks mixed up. Sorry 'bout that! D: Pretend that the latter half of the ooc note didn't happen.}}

Well, with an offer like that, what was Dick supposed to think about? All he did was let his smile rise up into a smirk. To be fair, though, most of his thoughts when he did this went to Ryota these days; they weren't exactly exclusive with each other, though. Dick had realized when he was younger that he needed more- and he didn't want to stifle the doll, so he made clear he was okay with whatever may happen with others.

Dick licked his lips a little and leaned back in his seat.

"Come here." It wasn't a full on command, but there was an edge to his words, the kind of edge he used when he was running about as Nightwing.

"Mm." Ryota rather liked the edge to his tone, if his playful smile was anything to go by. He crossed the space between them rather quickly, only pausing to tug his shirt up and off.

No sense in getting it dirty. "I like it when you talk to me like that in these circumstances."

He only fully stopped once he was close enough to gently touch his forehead's to Dick's, his hands resting on the man's lap as he instigated the small gesture of affection. Even so, it didn't last. Or rather, he took the opportunity to kiss him, too - slowly and softly.

[If still interested in the shippy things, we could start'em off REAL awkward...?]

( Ooh, sure thing. Should be fun. )

[Okay, okay. To summarize: this is not her fault. Everyone's been wondering where the hell Dick is, so Artemis did the wise and logical thing which was to look for him in all his usual hangouts - the ones she knew of, at least.

Of course, it didn't occur to her that at one point she'd open a door and find him with the hand in the cookie jar (or the hand on his dick? Too soon?), so. So.

Not her fault.]

[ Dick was normally better about being careful about these sorts of things, but he had felt the urge a little more intensely today than other days. Fifteen'd hit him hard and it left him a little careless about this whole thing- and well-

He pretty much squeaked when he heard the door open. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder from where he was sitting on the bed and saw... well, Artemis. ]

...

[ Yeah, he had nothing. ]

Um. [Yeah, she had about a zillion things to say to that, ranging from bad moment?, caught you red handed, is THIS what you call 'off time' nowadays, to the less fortunate need a hand, since one of yours seems busy. And what does she settle for in the end?]

The team's looking for you for...whatever. I'll let you get a hold of yourseeeeeer- I mean, get. Ready.

[SMOOTHLY CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HER.]

[Fili doesn't mean to come walking into your room, smoking his pipe when he does. And he sees what you're doing Bilbo.]

[[Mind an Archangel who impersonates him on a regular basis?]]

[Be my guest <3]

[[Hmmm just trying to think of a scenario. Maybe Loki catches Gabriel when visiting him? It would probably be a 3 as well because Gabriel has no shame haha]]

[You know you want her to not let him live it down. (I'm fine with either seasons.)]

[Junpei being caught with his pants down was an inevitability.]

[ WELL THIS IS AN AWKWARD BROMENT. He really regrets barging in with his laptop to see Junpei instead of KNOCKING FIRST. ]

H-Hey! The door!

[Oh man this is bad. Junpei's reclined on his bed with his pants unbuttoned and shimmied down his legs just because he couldn't wait to get started. His hats eschewed and he tries to pull a sheet over to hide the fact that he has one hand wrapped around his penis.]

What the HELL man? Can't you knock?!

[ ......

HE'S NOT LOOKING he swears and he just kind of lingers by the door, holding the laptop dangerously close, somewhat at a loss for words. Yes, maybe he should knock, but he had gotten used to coming in to see Junpei and he had told Yukari she could stop banging down his door and come in whenever, so he hadn't thought.... ]

...Should I come back later? [ wow. that is eloquent minato. so eloquent. ]

[Junpei stares at Minato with wide eyes, his lips parting in silent words as he tries to get his voice to work. He shifts under the blanket and feels his cheeks heating as his thumb moves against his skin, counting on the tent of covers to make it so Minato can't see.]

Of course man! J-Just go so I can... you know.

[ Minato cleared his throat a bit more, eying the sheets with unease. You're going to finish after being interrupted...?! Really, Junpei? No, he's not surprised. ]

You look in pain--

DUDE. I'm fine. Really.

[More than fine but there's way in hell he's telling Minato that. He stares up at the ceiling.]

Come on just give me a break, will you? I was so close!

[ ......... He uses the hand that isn't holding his laptop to press his palm to his face. ] ...That's kinda too much information. [ THANKS JUNPEI. ]

...where's your computer? [ DID YOU KNOCK IT OFF THE BED? DID YOU BREAK IT? He's concerned about your technology's well-being because he assumes this situation must have resulted in looking at online porn so... HE'S STILL GOING TO BE STANDING THERE. ]

WHAT THE HELL? ...You're so friggin' weird man.

[He groans because he isn't going to get a chance to finish, is he? Not when Minato's being such a cock block. He shifts again under the sheet and waves his free hand toward the laptop near his gaming systems. It's not open and there's no porn.]

NOW will you go?

Uh?

[ ... NOPE HE'S REALLY CONFUSED. ]

Then what were you-- [ Maybe he doesn't want to know, and his mind is relatively innocent compared to most, but he gets the general gist. Still, if he wasn't looking at porn then what the hell were you doing Junpei- ]

[He hits his head against the top of the bed in frustration and stares upwards, trying to ignore the fact that his happy thoughts are being ruined by his best friend.

Junpei stares at the ceiling, trying to will away his erection, and when it becomes clear it isn't going to rest he glares in determination.]

You have to the count of five to get out of here and come back later. If you don't... it's your mental trauma man.

One-

[ wait no seriously you're actually going to... he doesn't really believe you and while he respects a man's privacy and private time and all that he really doesn't think you're telling the truth. excuse him for being in rare-brat-form. ]

You're not really going to... [Are you? He shifts the laptop in his arm some, giving Junpei a rather flat look. ISN'T A SHOWER A BETTER PLACE? ]

Two-

[Damn. So much for the bluffing but his pride won't let him back away. He pulls the sheet close so Minato can see the outline of Junpei holding himself, hoping to scare his friend away.]

Three-

[ NOPE. HE ISN'T LOOKING THERE just your face ok. ]

...Does Yukari know about this? [ it must be yukari. or maybe mitsuru........ that has to be it since he wasn't looking at anything online]

[WHY ISN'T HE LEAVING? Junpei glares at that because no way, there's no way in HELL he's thinking of Yukari.]

Dunno what you're talking about man. Four-

[ his feet are glued to the floor and he doesn't know why cut him some slack OK? ok if not yukari then chidori. chidori makes sense!!! ok yeah. ]

Why didn't you just take a shower, isn't that easier..? [ See? He's rather clueless himself since he rarely...well, does that. SO. ]

Five.

[As a last futile gesture he throws a pillow at Minato. What the HELL is wrong with his friend? Still he did say he'd do it and now if he doesn't he'll look like an idiot. Better a pervert than an idiot.

Junpei lays back and relaxes, his hand moving under the sheet with a dramatic flourish. Maybe Minato will go away. For some reason Minato watching is sorta... thrilling and he groans as he squeezes at the base, his thumb flicking along the skin. Come on man. Just go.]

[ But you didn't answer his question! Minato blinks and he nearly drops his laptop when yes, Junpei is making true on that threat. ...leaving in the middle of it would be just as awkward as staying what does one do besides stand there awkwardly... ]

Junpei, come on... [ stop dicking around. no seriously. CLEARING THROAT AGAIN ]

You can leave any time.

[He smirks at his friend from the bed because he sees that awkwardness. He'd rather he leave but hey, whatever. Junpei slides his hand back and forth, his thumb doing most of the precision work. Even though the sheet is still covering him it's obvious just what's happening below it.]

[ IT WAS PRETTY OBVIOUS FROM THE GET GO what was happening beneath those sheets. And stop smirking at him, you big perverted creep of a best friend. Damn it. He shifts awkwardly at the door, the laptop suddenly very weighty in his arms. He hears footsteps -- Oh god that's probably Mitsuru. Panicking, he whirls closed the door, leaving himself trapped inside with Junpei. ]

Dude... You suck.

[He heard the footsteps but Junpei had been hoping Minato would go OUT of the room first. He groans, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure because man he's close again and it doesn't matter if his best friend is stuck in here with him.]

Just look away or something. I'll try to be quiet.

[There's no way in hell he's stopping though. Fuck that.]

Just hurry up [ this is crossing so many boundaries you creep. Minato does look away, wondering why he always, always ends up in the most awkward situations with people. His face is tinted the slightest pink and he's trying to be respectful here or whatever. ]

I'm working on it.

[Hopefully this is one of those things they never talk about again. He breaths in and bites his lower lip to keep quiet as his hand continues moving. He can do quick. He can definitely do quick. He closes his eyes and a variety of redheads undressing floats through his mind. Junpei was finishing undressing Mitsuru when he turns his head, muffling a pleased groan in his bed and his body relaxes.]

...Done.

[ SO AWKWARD. Minato clears his throat and makes a move to sit at Junpei's desk, placing the laptop down and kind of awkwardly looking at it, refusing to look at his best friend. That wasn't awkward at all, no. It was real-action, real-life porn right there, right in front of him. Of course his face was warm. ]

Guess that couldn't wait?

No. You don't walk into another guy's room like that, you know. You should knock or something.

[Weirdo. Junpei frowns and sits up, pulling his pants back on and trying to clean up with the tissues by his bed.]

It's your own fault, dude.

[ Excuse him for not living with 'other guys' before!! Either way, he awkwardly shifts in the desk chair. ]

Most people stop when someone walks in.

[He shrugs and grins, trying to act like he isn't some crazy pervert.]

Dude, since when am I most people?

[ It's not working, Junpei! ]

Good point. [ ... maybe he should go back to his own room. He feels warm and this is just a weird conversation- ]

[He's going to keep trying, his face still flushed.]

So uh... What did you come in here for?

[ He forgets... Oh right!!! There's something on his computer he wanted to show Junpei. About the MMORPG and yeah. ]

I got a new item. C'mhere. [ He gestures vaguely, shifting a bit more in the chair. No he's not still a bit flustered and flushed. Can it. ]

Seriously? Sweet!

[He grins and walks over to Minato's side, kneeling to see what's happening on the laptop. Nope. Nothing weird about this.]

[ ... NOT THAT CLOSE JUNPEI jesus christ. Minato merely clicks around a bit to bring up his inventory, murmuring... ]

It's pretty cool. High-leveled and everything.

[He catches on that okay, maybe it's a little weird so he backs up a little but still stretches forward to look at the inventory.]

...I want one of those. How'd you get it?

[..... He can't remember why are you asking him something complicated right now? And oh look, his 'friend' is messaging him on the game and now is not the time. Especially with a less than three symbol. Welp.]

[He saw that. Junpei chuckles and looks up at Minato with that cheeky grin of his.]

An online girlfriend? Man, Arisato, you get all the chicks don't you? Way to go!

She's not my girlfriend. [ Baaaaank stare and blink because no he isn't dating any of these girls they just think his kindness is a come-on and flock. That's the real deal. He does toss Junpei a near pout. First he got all flustered over that and now this... ]

Huh? What's that look about?

[He can't help but smile.]

Dude if a girl sends you a heart then you should make her your girlfriend. Or... are you trying to be a player? Dude, Arisato, I never would've guessed it.

That's not how that works. [ He sighs, because he thinks it's a bit more complicated than that!!! ... Besides. ] 'm not interested.

What? Seriously? Why the heck not?

[Junpei doesn't understand this madness.]

[ Girls are complicated that's why. Geez... ]

I just don't want a girlfriend right now.

Are you insane? It's high school man! You should be BASKING in beauties!

[ Oh he basks. Doesn't indulge, though. ]

It's too much to worry about. [ on top of everything else. He can't be responsible for someone else's happiness right now :c ]

Whatever man, you really are weird. Any sane guy would enjoy what's being offered. He'd make time for the chicks.

[He'll never understand.]

Look who's talking. [ It's quiet and he leans back in the chair, still trying to get comfortable. Junpei your little exhibitionist show was a bad thing okay. ]

Huh? Waddya mean? [He sits back on his knees and, realizing what Minato's talking about, at least he has the grace to blush.]

Oh right, THAT. Heh, how about we just forget about that?

[ Well gee, thanks for the small things! ]

Trying to. [ But he's a bit warm right now and it's hard to get the images of your best friend out of your head! ]

Heh. [He rubs the back of his neck.] Sorry man, how about this becomes one of those things we don't talk about? ...Like your internet girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend, Junpei. [ fjaklffLFfdjklfdaj cut that out. ]

.... I'm going to go take a shower.

Huh? Okay, if you say so man.

[He stands up and grins. He'd offer him a hand up but... maybe not.]

Have a good shower I guess. [He can't help it, it reminds him of Minato's earlier comment so he winks.] But not TOO good a shower.

[ Minato stands and oh christ does Junpei know. Minato can't really glare so he tosses him that 'are you kidding me??' look, hands in his pockets veryyyy awkwardly. ]

....really?

[He grins, a little flushed but the teasing was worth it.]

Sorry man, I couldn't help it. Go get clean and sorry about giving you a show earlier.

It's...fine. [ A shake of his head and oh wow this is awkward just standing here. Feet glued again. ]

...What's up? What happened to the shower?

[Oh great, their awesome leader was being weird again.]

[everyone is gonna die!!]

Don't worry about it. Just light-headed. [ a shrug and he ruuuuns his hand through his hair. Junpei you're a moron. ]

[He feels like he's missing something but he isn't really sure so he goes over to pick up the pillow from where he threw it before, tossing it on the bed.]

Do you need to lie down or something? Maybe you should relax a little.

Sure. [ Relax. Ha ha ha ha ha. Minato sighs aaaand goes to sit down. Why is this bothering him so much? ]

[Junpei stares at Minato like he's expecting him to do something. Why's he acting so weird?]

Don't tell me I traumatized you? I know, you ate something weird, right? It wasn't... that, was it? That wasn't that bad was it?

[ Well, it wasn't that in that way. ...Awkward. ]

You're fine. Geez....

Okay so it's not that. I have some snacks somewhere around here if you need to eat? Or water? Whatever you need man, I've got you covered. Just let me know how I can help.

[Because he really doesn't want the awkwardness of telling Mitsuru that Minato passed out in his room. She'd think the mess did him in or something.]

[ Har har help him out. He can't believe this situation. Just...dude. Why did he not abide by guy-logic and wear looser pants? A tiny shake of his head. ]

[Junpei sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he tries to think. Since obviously Minato isn't helping. He stares at his friend and suddenly notices... oh. This is awkward.]

Uh. Okay. ...So should I help you get into that... cold shower now?

[ Your fault entirely. ]

Help me get into the shower? [ ... FLAT LOOK JUNPEI YOU ARE SO AWKWARD and so is he so he's just gonna bliiink ]

[He's trying really hard to NOT point out what an awkward situation they're in. Junpei puts his hands in his pockets, his face heating up.]

Well yeah. If you're feeling lightheaded I can just put you close or something. You said showers are good for that stuff, right?

[ ....... it's kinda hard to get to the bathroom right now. pun intended. ]

Uh. Mitsuru's probably out in the lounge.

Damn, that was probably her earlier. So... what now? I'd say you could use my bed but we both know how awkward that is.

[His face is hot. He hadn't thought of this before.]

[ Just let him think ok... ]

I'll be fine. [ These things go away...eventually. Usually when Junpei isn't here damn it. ]

O-Okay.

[Junpei sits on the edge of the bed and stretches his legs out.]

So what? You just wait for yours to go away? Does that actually work?

[ ... Have you never had a random boner and not been able to take care of it Junpei? seriously dude. ]

I suppose. [ Minato groans and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. ]

[No way, that's what bathroom breaks are for. Junpei frowns and bounces on the bed, getting the agitated look in his eye.]

Wanna play a game or something? I could hook up one of the consoles to kill the time.

[So. bored.]

....Sure. Go ahead. I'll watch.

[ He really would rather actually taking care of this but you KNOW... ]

[His cheeks flare up at that and he can't help but chuckle, adding in a smart retort.]

Hey man isn't that what got you into this mess?

[...... REALLY? Minato kind of chokes on air and tosses that look back at Junpei. ]

You're not helping.

[He can't help it, it IS pretty funny.]

Sorry man, you're right. I'm not. I don't know how I'd react if my friend started getting off in front of me.

If I was as perverted as you, I would return the favor. [ Minato just siiiiiighs ok ]

Says the man who's suffering right now. [He grins.] Not that I want to see that or anything. I'm a pervert but not THAT much of a pervert.

Ha ha.... I see how it is. [ .. :| Jerk ]

[Sigh. Now he feels bad.]

Look man, if you really need to do it then I can look away, cover my ears and just sort of... not be here. It doesn't HAVE to be awkward.

That's really weird... [ But not entiiiiirely out of the question. ]

Whatever. [He shrugs because he's been called worse. He falls back on the bed, relaxing and stretching. He's just trying to be a friend. Really. He's not curious at all.] If you want to suffer in silence then fine but it's not MY fault.

It is your fault. [ No you're not getting out of that one!! Minato eyes him rather wearily. Best friends, right? Best friends... Huh. His hand is rather absently tracing wide circles on his own thigh to distract himself, ok? You really aren't helping dude. ]

No way man. You could've walked out any time. You're the one who stayed and watched.

[He sounds amused but doesn't look up.]

And you called me the pervert?

Deer in the headlights.

[ He rolled his eyes as his hand 'discreetly' slid to the seam of his pants. Just shut up Junpei. Or rather, keep talking and not notice. That'd be cool too. ]

[Lucky for Minato that Junpei's pretty oblivious at the moment.]

Dude, do you have an excuse for everything or what? Admit it. You wanted to watch.

Why would I want to watch? [ Incredulous! But okay palming through pants is acceptable for right now. ]

I don't know man. You tell me? I mean... I am pretty awesome.

[He doesn't want to think about why Minato would watch him. He's too busy being a dick.]

That's not something to be 'awesome' at. [ ROLLING HIS EYES and oh god he's not biting his lip to keep his breath from hitching as he fiddles with the zipper. Just keep being a dick, you dick. ]

[He chuckles and stretches but still doesn't look at Minato.]

Sure it is. I'm hot, strong and awesome. You could say I'm the perfect package.

[ ... package. nice wording. ]

...And you're single? [ A small laugh that almost is a hitching of breath as his fingertips just barely slip into his pants over his boxers. No worries, dude. ]

[Was that... no way? Junpei continues on, blissfully unaware to what's happening.]

What can I say. I'm an undiscovered treasure you know. I like being single. Besides, wasn't it you that was complaining about not having time for chicks earlier?

Yeah, I said that.... [ He trails off some, trying to get a bit more of his hand down there but it's kinda hard, what with these pants, and he breathes a noise of frustration through his nose. ] Didn't think you had the same mantra..

Well... You have hot chicks surrounding you. I'd make an exception for that.

[He sits up to look at Minato, wondering what the noise is about. Oh. He blushes and lays back, pretending he didn't see that.]

[ .. keep pretending junpei. .. or whatever. ]

Doesn't mean I want to date them. [ a small shrug and he's just laying there even more sexually frustrated because there's no 'non awkward' way to shimmy his pants down to be able to do any of this better. ]

Well... what about doing other things with them?

[He has no idea what problem Minato's having at the moment so he'll just keep on talking.]

I mean you could probably have any one of them just for some kissing. Maybe something else if you're as good as Ryoji if you know what I mean.

You know how good Ryoji is? [ It's a shaky laugh, just trying to lighten the mood but damn do his pants really hurt right now. ]

N-Not like that!

[He sits up and glares at Minato then realizes his friend is... somewhat stalled.]

What's up?

...Nice choice of words. [ Minato merely sighs, rubbing his temples with his palm again. ]

[Junpei shrugs and laughs, amused by Minato's problem.]

Seriously dude, what's the problem? What's so hard about-

[He groans, realizing he almost made a pun and flops back on the bed.]

Forget I said anything. Just... I don't know, go at it and finish up.

[ Minato is just trying to get a grasp on this!!! ]

This is definitely crossing some line...

[His grasp sucks. Junpei adjusts his hat, fidgeting in his attempt to not look up again.]

Whatever man. We probably crossed that line already when you watched me doing it. Just get it over with.

...Dude, don't blame this on me.

[ There's a sigh and he just... ] I can't.

...What do you mean you can't?

[He really doesn't get the problem.]

It's awkward. [ with you just sitting there watching in the same room geez ]

Dude, you are such a stiff. Fine. I'll take one for the team. I'll... go out there where Mitsuru is. Better?

[He really doesn't want to face her. Not when the tips of his ears are red and he's still feeling weird because of the awkwardness in this room. But hey, what are friends for?]

No... It's fine. [ he's just kind of reserved deep down?? even though he's quite the social butterfly. either way he's just going to awkwardly undo his pants completely ok?? ]

[He sighs in relief.]

Thanks man, I really didn't want to go out there. Just.. tell me what I can do. Do you need me to be quiet or something?

Whatever. [ JUST STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS. Jesus. He bites his lip and yeah once the pants are down a bit in goes the hand. Are hitches in breath awkward, Junpei? ]

[Yes, yes they are but he'll live with them. He does his best to stay quiet. Obviously silence is the best idea for him. He'll just.. shut up and focus on something other than any sounds Minato makes.]

[ this is a whole new level of best bros!... clearly. minato is trying to be quiet but he hasn't exactly done this in awhile so it's a bit sensitive and yeah. it won't take too long promise junpei. he's just not all too great at it. ]

[A whole new level alright. Junpei sighs and fidgets, finding it hard to stay still. Being quiet isn't really his forte but it's for Minato. Come on man.]

[ ok ok he's finishing up ok. hope that hitched moan through gritted teeth wasn't too awkward, bro. ]

.....

...Dude. We are never talking about this again, alright?

[Such awkwardness must NEVER be acknowledged.]

...Agreed. [ It's quiet and he's trying to catch his breath. he's all flushed and god damnit junpei fuck you. ]

Awesome. [He can't help but give Minato a cheeky grin. Hey, HE didn't have a bad time. It was just awkward as hell and obviously all Minato's own fault.]

...Don't give me that look. [ a tired sigh and he shakes his head. ]

Huh? What look? This is my normal look.

[He grins wider just to mess with him.]

That's probably why you don't have a girlfriend. [ it's quietly mumbled and he closes his eyes, cracking a tiny smile. ]

Dude. [He loses the smile and glares at Minato. That's a sensitive spot man.] You suck.

[It wasn't as if James' arrival was unannounced. The Patriot was in need of repairs that only Tony was qualified to perform, and they'd managed to work out the date and time of his arrival.

So naturally, when he steps into the workshop right on schedule, he's nearly bowled over by what greets him. Perhaps it was his fault for not knocking, but...they're best friends. Since when does he have to knock to enter the workshop?

Still. Lesson learned.]

Whoa!

[He does an about-face that speaks well of his military training, keeping his back towards Tony as he aims his words at the opposite wall.]

In the workshop? Really?

[This wasn't a planned thing, Tony had been trying to relieve his needs the normal way with Pepper for a few weeks, but between her work and his it never seemed to work out. Not that his attempt at self relief have worked out any better. First a phone call from Nick Fury stopped his warm up fantasy, then Jarvis had some numbers he needed looking at and now just as he was stroking his weeping cock in walks Rhodey.]

Goddammit....hasn't anyone heard of knocking or at best waiting for a hour to talk to me.

[James can appreciate that sentiment. Honestly, he can, as there have been many times when he just wanted a moment to himself and could never seem to get it. For that, he's willing to toss a bone.]

Sorry, man. I can give you a minute to let you finish handling that if it means you'll be able to tuck it away quicker. If not, then I think you're going to have to wait until after hours like the rest of us.

Even with the late hour, Pepper is more than relieved to be home after three weeks away on business. While she tries to do as much distance conferencing as she can, sometimes the CEO simply has to show up in person and shake has for the sake of professional courtesy and respect.

Regardless, nearly a month in Australia had taken its toll on her in several ways, and her relationship with Tony was no exception. But as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Therefore, it's no surprise that when Pepper shuffles into their bedroom, she isn't taken aback to see Tony deep in the midst of rubbing one off. It really has been a while. Besides, she could have walked in on much worse, and honestly, she's too tired and too glad to see him to care.

Slipping out of her shoes, her suit remains in place as she goes straight to the bed and crawls in to curl up beside him. As if he isn't in the middle of something, she presses her face into the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath, murmuring against his skin.

"Mmm...missed you."

Tony had tried to wait, but celibacy is a new thing for him and a month is a damm long time to him. He moans when he feels her against him. "Sorry I didn't wait for you," he manages to gasp, "but the body wants....badly."

She huffs in amusement against his neck. It's tempting to take over, but there's more fun in letting him handle it on his own for a while, just because she can. She pulls away enough to get a good look at his face, resting a gentle hand on his chest.

"By all means, don't let me interrupt."

Tony's eyes are dark with passion as he stares at her. "It would be fun to finish while you watch," he says slowing down his strokes. "I'd like to fuck you much, much more."

Though Tony's hold demeanor is hardly anything new, Pepper's brows raise in surprise at such a brazen declaration. Definitely no mistake in meaning there...

"Tony. I just got home after nearly a month away on business and this is the greeting I get? No 'Hi, honey, how was your trip?' or 'It's great to have you home! Here, let me help you with your things.' Really?"

However, her admonishment is only in jest, and she pulls away entirely, only to push into a sitting position. "If I didn't love you so much, I'd be offended," she says, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her blazer.

"I missed you so sue me," Tony replies with a smile keeping himself hard and Pepper interested by stroking his cock careful and slow. "I missed your breasts and you ass and a few other things I can't name right now."

She gives an amused huff against his neck and shakes her head as much as the confined space would allow. It's tempting to jump in and take over, but there's more fun in letting him handle it on his own for a minute, just because she can.

She pulls away enough to get a good look at his face, hand on his chest, before she moves away from the bed entirely. "Then by all means, don't let me interrupt," she says, reaching to unzip her skirt in the back.

"If you don't come back soon I'm going to finish and fall asleep on you," Tony says his strokes speeding up as his body craves more friction.

"You would never," she replies dryly, taking her time to remove the rest of her clothing. Actually, she wouldn't put it past Tony to do something like that, but because she now knows he's missed it as much as she has, she isn't too worried.

Once she's undressed, she slowly climbs back into bed, this time taking it upon herself to straddle just below where his hand met his cock. Despite the hurried nature of the situation, she leans down and takes the time to lure him into a loving yet sensual kiss.

Tony doesn't let go of his cock just yet but he lets his free hand come up to cup the back of Pepper's neck so that he can join in the kiss. It should be awkward and uncomfortable but he actually finds himself shivering as the feeling of pleasure slides down his back.

[ooc: Any preference for pre-serum Steve or post?]

[I think post would be awesome, pre he wouldn't have had much privacy to do that in.}

[Every man has his needs, strong ones, especially during hard and strenuous times that leaves one wound up and tense. The kind of tension that only a woman or a simple release really could help. Bucky was well aware of guys around the base finding their release on their own time, so more discreet about it, while others had no problem getting down to business despite sharing a tent.

Steve on the other hand? Well... He's suddenly unable to think any further upon seeing his friend's hand moving urgently between his legs, gaze lingering because of course he's wondered what it looked like, though that's when Steve was a lot smaller.]

Jesus, Steve! [He catches himself staring and tears his eyes away and steps back out the door, closing it behind him until only a crack was there.] I'm sorry, I probably should have knocked first.

[Steve starts to sit up but that makes his hand, which is still wrapped around his cock, stroke and he groans. He's torn between continuing and stopping and trying to explain himself to his best friend, which would have been awkward times ten]

Yeah I think you should have..........but I'm not sure what I should do right now. Is this important?

[Oooh kill her now.]

"Yo, Naoto. You in?" Gene asked, knocking on the door. Of course, like most people who aren't really thinking at the moment, he only gives a millisecond of response time before opening the door anyway.

"I wanted to talk to you ab-OOOOOOOLY CRAP!"

It's not like she doesn't know what masturbation is, but recently, she's been getting stressed. Masturbation is a good way of releasing endorphins that could help her focus. Getting into it required removing her bindings and nearly getting down bear. Still, she's tangled in her pants and biting her shirt while her fingers pinch and play with a hard teat and sensitive nub.

Hearing the knock, she immediately halts, becoming even more frustrated and attempts to cover up. It's not quickly enough. Her pants are still down, her fingers are slick and one breast is barely covered.

"Starwind-san!" She grabs the closest thing to cover up which is, fortunately, a blanket. "That was not a sufficient amount of time to respond!"

Now Gene considers himself the sort of guy who can roll with the punches. He's done some living. Certainly not his first time seeing a woman's naughty bits, that's for sure. Still, it's different when it's someone you're more used to in a professional sense. All he can do for a few moments is gape.

"I...bills...auto...that is...what..."

Okay, okay. Time to defuse this situation. Need to recover. Just need to smooth things over.

"...Naoto, I knew you probably had an impressive body, but god-DAMN!"

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He's not making any sense and her stress isn't being helped at all by her spiking temper and still lingering embarrassment.

"Do you mind focusing? I'm really not in the mood for this discussion..." Business or flattery, she hugs the blanket tighter, but keeps it over her shoulder. From the way it falls, her figure cannot be seen. "What about the bills?"

"I was gonna' go over some of these expenses with you, to see what we should put money toward," he said, tucking a pen into the back of his ear, "Some stuff didn't add up and I thought maybe my math was wrong. You're better at numbers than I am."

"... Fine, I'll look at it."

She raises a hand and combs her fingers through her hair. Maybe she should go take a cold shower. "Could I have fifteen minutes?"

"...Ah, right! I suppose you want to finish. I know how frustrating it gets, to stop half-way. Totally understandable."

"No. I'm just going to show and change." There's a bitterness in her voice. There's no way she's continuing or ever doing that again because now he just knows.

"...Look, I apologize, alright? Is it really that big a deal? It's just something people do," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's perfectly natural, no need to get upset over it. I promise I'll remember to be a little more patient and considerate, from now on."

"Other people do it." Her face turned dark red. "It's natural to them. I was... giving it a try. J-Just go and get everything ready."

Seriously, they're not going any further with this topic.

"Fine, fine, I get it," he sighed, back out of the doorway and shutting the door, before setting the papers up on the table, "Mainly it's about ammunition expenditure."

She considered the shower again, but just began straightening herself. She doesn't want him to imagine her in the shower...

"Ammunition? I'm not surprised." Shirt has to come off as she has to completely re-bind her breasts.

"I get it, okay? Maybe I'm a little trigger happy. It's a force of habit. I'm getting better about it, really. I'm trying, at least."

Tight and tuck, she rebuttoned her shirt and fixed her pants.

"You'll have to try harder." Everything straightened, she stepped out of the room.

"Then maybe they should come along a bit more quietly. Besides, I get plenty of good results and I haven't killed anyone. I know how to call my shots properly."

He pats a spot beside him on the couch, bidding her to sit down.

"If they came along quietly, we wouldn't be required."

Seriously, their clients would be able to handle it. She sat down without considering much and picked up the papers, immediately going through them.

"I figure that if I can cut back on my rounds lost this month, I can get us back in the black. We're only a little bit in the red right now. Totally fixable."

"Hm..." She's doing the calculations and double-checking on a calculator. "... We may have to get a few extra jobs next month as well."

"...That far off, huh?" he said, falling back on the couch and letting out a disappointed puff of air, "I think you should just handle this stuff from now on. I'm not getting any better at it. How about I take cooking duties, instead?"

"That will work for me." Naoto lowered the paper and rubbed her temples with the new number on the page. She doesn't want to spy on cheating couples, but recently, there has been a skyrocketing number of requests.

"If you were mad before, I really hope this hasn't pushed you over the edge."

She rubbed her temple. "I'm not mad; I'm stressed. I'll go to bed early and it should be gone in the morning."

"Alright, then," he nodded, gathering up some of the papers to give them at least some semblance of organization, "Tonight I'll start looking over my contacts, see what kind of easy work I can pick up. Can't afford to be too picky right now. I'll take what I can get."

After putting a few things away, he turned back to her.

"So how have you been, lately?"

"That would be a start..." Sitting back as he picked everything up, she considered getting tea, but decided against it. Eyes down, they focus on her lap and not any lower. It's still hot there and the thought doesn't help.

"... Over thinking maybe? I've just been stressed in general and little else seems to be helping."

"Stress?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and sipping at his coffee, "Is that why you were...you know?"

"... Yes." Coffee would dehydrate her and give her a headache. She'd never be able to sleep, but she can't help but stare in some envy.

"Well, that does suck. I've had those nights were little helps. Even on a good night, I only sleep a few hours."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Gene mulled something over in his head.

"If just doing it yourself doesn't help, ever think about just...I don't know, gettin' some assistance with it?"

"... A-Assistance?"

Did he possibly mean...? Eyes wide and face burning, she shook her head, "N-no! It was-- well, I think it was working. It was getting hot and then y-you..." Well, he knew the rest.

"Then it's better to just get it done, right? Otherwise it's still gonna' bother you," he said, putting his cup back down and sitting up next to her, "And I certainly know how to be discrete when I need to be."

"I don't need tips. I'm just going to figure out another way to relieve my stress." Though, she did seem to shrink in her spot.

"You sure? I could take care of you pretty well. I've made girls forget their stress pretty well, before," he said, "And it's not like I'm not attracted to you. You're one of the cutest girls I've ever met."

"I'm quite enthralled to know how you've taken care of other girls." Naoto didn't want to hear about his other sexual conquests. Gene could probably figure she hadn't slept with anyone.

"Hey now, take it easy. I've toned down my wild days a lot since my teen years, you know that. I'm still learning how to be a responsible adult, but I've improved a lot."

Gene reached out, letting his hand slid across the cushion to gently touch against hers.

"I've seen your routine, Naoto. You spend so much time tryin' to prove how good you are this, that you barely leave time to actually have fun. Have you even felt another person against your skin?"

Naoto glanced down at his hand, pulling hers away a bit.

"... No, I haven't. It would be a distraction."

"Distractions aren't always bad, you know. Sometimes they also give us time away that we need."

"Or we end up becoming reliant..." There was something nice about his offer, but she was very hesitant to take him up on it.

"Is it so bad, relying on someone?" he asked, scooting right next to her, "Am I the unreliable type? For all my flaws, and nobody knows them better than I do, I always come through in a pinch. I always keep to my word."

He grasped her hand more firmly, bringing it to his lips to kiss the top.

"And I always look after the people I have affection for."

"No, but-" She's cut off and shook her head. "No, you're not..."

She almost seemed to flinch at his lips against her hand. "... Why? You don't know that much about me."

"I've worked with you long enough to know what's important. You're dedicated to your craft, you're a total fan-girl for justice, you dislike assholes looking down on you due to your gender, and you know how to be cool-headed in a tense situation."

He pulled her in a bit more, pressing her palm against his cheek as he kissed her wrist.

"And I also know that under all that, there's just a little bit of fear. Fear of really showin' who you are under all cool demeanor."

It seemed like he knew more than she would like. This was border-lining personal, but it's not a matter of what's beneath the cool demeanor. Is it?

Her fingers twitched against his face. "... This would be crossing professional boundaries."

That brought a little smile out of him.

"Hey, I won't report it to the local business bureau, if you don't."

Her mouth opened and closed. Obviously, she couldn't think of anything to properly come back against that. This certainly wasn't how she imagined it would be the first time, but then again, she hadn't been sure if the first time would ever happen.

Biting her lip, she let out a breath. "... Please help me."

"Now see? That ain't hard at all, is it?"

He reached out to remove her hat, then smile as he held a finger up.

"First, close your eyes. I want to try something."

Frowning, she looked down as her hat was removed, but nodded eventually. Her legs rubbed together and her eyes slowly slid closed.

Gene leaned in gently, pressing his lips against hers. As he did so, his arm slid around her waist, pulling her over into his lap. His lips continued to explore hers as his other hand reached down between her legs, cupping her through the fabric of her pants and rubbing his palm against her mound.

"Well, that experiment was a success," he said, breaking off the kiss and licking his lips as if he'd just enjoyed a rather tasty treat, "I correctly surmised that you've a knack for kissing."

She starts, but manages to remain still until he begins urging her. Pulling her into his lap, she doesn't break apart. However, she does seem to hiccup when his hand touches her groin.

He's pulling away and her eyes open, red bleeding across her face. She wants to cover her face when he licks his lips like that and she does let her head drop. "I-I don't know how I would..."

"It's just instinctual for some people, maybe. I was told that I was always pretty good at it. Though I've picked up a few new tricks since then."

Gene stops his stimulation for a moment, looking around.

"Come to think of it, this ain't the right place for it. Needs to be comfortable."

He easily lifts her up with him when he stands, carrying her across his arms and back to his room. She's gently laid upon the black silk sheets, after which Gene takes off his clothing, dropping it piece by piece until only his boxers are left.

"Get more comfortable, okay? Get all that stuff off."

"H-Hm..."

She's a little distracted by his hand, but immediately refocuses when he stops. Why? Always reaching the point, but he always somehow ruined--!

"... Oh."

That's right. They were on a couch and that would be completely unacceptable. She feels small and much too vulnerable being carried; she doesn't like it, but she can't muster up a complaint. Naoto watches him from the bed, again looking down at herself when he says she should strip. It's nerve-wracking, but it's a good idea.

Hands moving, she takes a majority of it off until she's sitting in her boy shorts and socks, one arm doing its best to cover her chest.

"...Man, you are just too friggin' cute for words. I can't stand it."

The first step was getting her used to him. Couldn't just jump right into this. He slides up onto the bed and puts his back to the headboard. His hands grip her waist as he pulls her back against his chest. The mirror on his wall caught them perfectly.

"No need to hide anything here," he said, kissing the side of throat as his hands slide between her arms and breasts, gently kneading them. He was already aroused, himself, judging by the lump jutting against her rear.

"Please stop saying that..."

It's unnerving to her to be called 'cute'. She all but falls against him when he pulls her to his chest. She notices the reflection and has to turn away.

"Starwi-- ah..." Her voice disappears under his assault, her skin rising. She had been touching her breasts earlier, but this was somehow different. It felt different being caressed by his hands instead. A reaction? She glances back when she feels something pressing against her bottom and bites her lip. That most certainly had to be a positive reaction...

"See? Doesn't feel too bad, right?" he murmurs against the nape of her neck, "I always did like this short-haired look you rock so well."

He massages her breasts a bit more firmly, running his thumbs over her nipples now and then. She was well-endowed for being a petite girl, and he found that he really liked the feel of that soft, pliant flesh pressing between his fingers.

Eventually one hand slid down, moving below the waistband of her lower garment and cupping her directly, deft fingers and palm rubbing against her.

"N-No..." She supposed it didn't. The tenor in his voice made her tremble in his lap.

Playing with her breasts, he was making her abdomen grow warmer. It never felt like this before. She didn't understand what he was doing differently from her, but whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop.

And then his hand was down there, touching where her fingers were barely an hour ago. Her hips were shaking and that tremble spread everywhere. His fingers seem to be moving so fast. If she was still thinking straight, they were probably very slick already.

"Whoa now! What's this?" he said, drawing up his hand and rubbing his fingers together, "Man, you're leakin' like a broken bucket, huh? Guess I shouldn't have interrupted. This requires special attention, hm?"

Gene gently nudged her forward onto her stomach, then deftly slid her lower garments off in one quick motion, tossing them across the room. He pulled up a pillow and pushed it under her lower abdomen, raising up her rear. His hands slid over her shapely bottom and down between her thighs, splaying her open with his thumbs.

"What a tender dish we have here," he said, licking his lips before leaning in and suddenly clamping his mouth to her pussy. He suckled and lapped at her folds hungrily, eager to taste more of her.

"What...?" She blinks, looking at his hand. Her eyes widened and she really did cover her face. That was completely lewd and his words were humiliating. A-A broken bucket? What sort of analogy was that?

Naoto places her hands beneath her as she tips onto her stomach, breasts squishing against the bed sheets as he raises her hips. There's still minute tremors as his hand moves. She glances back, feeling her folds open. "What are you doing? That's--!"

She bites down on the bed sheets to stifle a cry. His mouth and tongue were on her. She knew of oral sex, but this was so dirty! Then why was it making her hotter?

If there was one thing Gene really enjoyed in any good bout of foreplay, it was cunnilingus. It certainly showed in his dedication to it. He lingered over every centimeter of sensitive flesh, making sure to focus on any spots that get the best reaction. As he did, his rough palms continue to explore her thighs and ass.

When he thought she was ready, he brought one hand over to push two fingers into her. They thrusted into her, stirring up her interior and hooking against her front wall. It freed his mouth up to venture down, capturing her clit and suckling on the small nub, while his tongue slid back the hood to rub directly on it.

Naoto was doing her best not to cry out. She never felt this way before or made the sounds that were trying to escape from her mouth. It wasn't like her to be weakened like this or for her voice to be so high. Even that small squeak was unlike her.

His tongue had pulled away, but she whimpers at his fingers, feeling her insides just squeeze around them. They're rough, large, and long, reaching further than hers by far. She jumps as his fingers curl against a spot she hadn't even known existed, blinding her briefly. His mouth and tongue were back and teasing her precious nub. Naoto was feeling dizzy, like she was about to burst.

Gene gradually felt the tension rising in her body, and every action he made was to bring a release as fast as possible. His fingers moved faster inside of her, working wet, squelching sounds out as his arm moved them like a piston. He made sure to flutter his tongue just a bit more intensely on her clit, focusing the suction more tightly around it.

His free raised up and came down, giving her an ever-so-light swat on her bottom, just to gauge her reaction to it.

At this point, she wasn't sure what was happening again. All she knew was that she was going to snap.

At all perverse actions to orgasm at, it was the light smack. Her body tenses and she moans pathetically against the bedding, hips shaking and twitching and insides clamping on his fingers. Naoto felt light-headed, panting as she released the sheets from her mouth. That... that was...

Gene reduced his intensity to let her ride it out, but didn't still it. He used his skills to gently coax her through her climax, letting her milk it for as long as possible before she ebbed off. When he felt she was satisfied, he sat up on his knees again and sat back with her, pulling her against his chest.

"You okay?"

Her hips shake with each continuing motion, but finally, she can settle when he pulls his fingers out. Her breathing is still heavy against his chest, but she's much more in control. Naoto raises her head, her eyes slightly hazy.

"Hm? O-oh..." She let out another breath. "I'm... fine."

"Wonderful! Then we can continue unimpeded. This is where it gets really fun," he grinned boyishly, kissing her again as he lifted her up with one arm, using the other to guide the head of his cock into her. It nudged between her labia and started to push into her body.

"What?" She's still somewhat out of it, but notices his cock when it rubs her folds. Heat rushes to her face and she groans as he pushes in. It was bigger than his fingers, stretching her open must more. "A-Ah!"

"Ah...shit, it's tight...need to relax a bit more."

Inch-by-inch, he sunk into her, not stopping until her thighs rested against his. The size difference between them was even more apparent now, with his prick lodged deep inside of her. He kissed her again, gripping her hips and helping to move her on his lap.

"M-Mhm...."

She didn't know how to relax and he was pushing further inside, opening her until he was completely in. Naoto released a breath, knowing her insides were twitching and slowly opening to his size. The kiss was returned more hesitantly this time, broken when he guided her into the motions. It was beginning to feel good again.

"Looks like I bottomed out. Now I know how where to keep it at," he said, altering his tempo to push her a little farther. He leaned her back just enough to pop the tip of one pert breast into his mouth, not missing a stroke as he hungrily teased her teat. He sucked the tip lovingly, lashing the nipple with his tongue. Intermittently, he alternated between them.

"Starwind-san...!" The abrupt change makes her cry out and she moans when his lips seize a nipple. She's put herself at his mercy really and he's addressing both. Her hips shake a little more, the mounting pleasure stoking that fire in her abdomen again.

When he's tired of her breasts, he pulls her up to capture her lips once again, his tongue plunging into her mouth. The room fills with the wet SLAP of flesh-against-flesh as he gradually picks up the pace.

"Ah...too...too good..." he groans, gritting his teeth as he feels that tight pressure coiling behind his balls.

Her hands claw at the bed sheets, clutching them tightly. Her lips press fiercely against his before pulling back so she could pant.

"I... I can't--!" she gasps, feeling that knot again getting ready to pop.

"Come on, then," he whispered into her ear, his voice harsh and needy, tinged with lust and just a hint of his own desperation. His hips slapped harder and faster against hers, "Do it, come! COME!"

His voice made her body tingle more. He was slamming her; it was indescribable. The sloppy wet smack of their hips, the scent of their fluids, she gasped... and then her body squeezed, a second climax rushing through her.

"Ah! Sh-shit!" Gene grunted hard, dragged along with her when she went over the edge. He came hard as well, erupting inside of her as they embraced, his upper body falling back on the mattress as his hips lifted momentarily. His back arching like strung bow with her on it.

"Fuck...fuck..." he hissed, body still shuddering as the last bolts of pleasure arced through him. Then he slowly lowered against, breathing hard.

"Ah...sorry...was supposed...to pull out..."

She gritted her teeth, feeling him ejaculate inside her body. It felt like it was burning her in a good way, leaving heat to pool in her core. Each pulse she felt, another jet of his release filling her.

When she could muster some strength, she did have to lightly smack his shoulder. "Reckless..." she panted, but then closed her eyes. "You're fortunate I regulate my cycles."

"Oh yeah? Great! No harm done, then" he said, grinning as he snuggled against her chest, "Naoto is so soft and charming~"

"... You're such an idiot..." She muttered, staring at him, but there was a small smile.

"So, uh...Does this mean we're a "thing" now?" he asked, looking up at her eyes, "Because if it does, I'm totally cool with that."

Naoto blinked, considering this. Soon, her eyes look away, red creeping on her face again.

"I'm... not sure. Possibly?"

"Well, I guess it's alway open to talk about after some recovery," he said, chuckling a bit as he leaned up to kiss her forehead, "I think I'll just rest for a minute."

Her eyes shut and open to look at him. She looked small again and her eyes were big. "Yes... I would like that." Naoto had expected to be exhausted, but to this extent was surprising.

"In that case," he sighed, snuggling in as he pulled her against his chest, "Let's chill for a while, Miss Detective."

And with that, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He was out before she was, but that was fine.

Smiling still, she settled against his chest and closed her eyes, falling asleep shortly after him.

[ ooc: human AU, perhaps? ]

[No thanks.]

Oh, Kuchiki-san, I forgot--

[Then Orihime stops, Kramer-style, and takes in what's going on.

Oh.

Rukia's masturbating. No big.]

Do you want me to come back later?

Ah, Inoue.

[What a pleasant surprise! Gives Rukia a moment to catch her breath, and just kind of prop herself up on her elbows to better look at Orihime. Not gonna bother to close her robe or nothin', nope.]

You're fine. Did you need something?

Eh heh, I just forgot to tell you something! Although I guess it went right back out of my head again!

[For obvious reasons. Dammit Rukia stop being hot]

Well, I don't mind if you stick around until you remember.

[Ohohoho she'll just be keeping that one hand pressed between her thighs while the other pushes back her hair.]

Any way I could jog your memory?

Okay!

[she'll just plop down on the bed then kthx]

Hmm, I don't know! Eh heh, sometimes my memory gets kind of bad...

[[Yes please? I know I know I'm horrible.]]

[[Preferences?]]

[[Ummm...maybe 3? I think thats kinda hot. Maybe have Cas walk in on Dean or something and instead of Dean stopping he just...doesn't? lol]]

[[Where on our timeline~?]]

[[Hmmm maybe not long after they first got together?]]

It was the first night he had on his own in a while. Sam was off on some wilderness get in touch with yourself camping trip, so Dean had the motel room to himself, which he celebrated with an extra large steak, plenty of beer, and all-night Casa Erotica. Cas was somewhere else, which meant he had to take care of himself.

Which was how he wound up sprawled on the bed, pants down around his ankles, trying to enjoy his hand as some busty blond on the TV rolled around with a beefy dude.

Castiel was dealing with backlash for his actions in Heaven, but thankfully things were getting somewhat easier. He sighed, rubbing his head after yet another long diatribe of meetings and arguments about his betrayal of Raphael. More angels were on his side than were against him though so things were getting a bit better.

Now that the hours of meaningless trials had passed he could go where he truly wanted to be. Which is how he found himself in the hotel room, standing off to the side of the bed, eyes huge as he watched Dean's hand. "Dean?"

Dean was so absorbed in his actions that he didn't notice he was no longer alone until he heard his name. His hand barely paused, and he turned his head to look over at the angel, eyes darkened with arousal. Now that was a sight he could enjoy more than anything that blond was doing to beefcake.

"Hey, Cas," he murmured, voice low.

He continued watching, walking towards the bed slowly before sitting down at the edge. He swallowed, looking from Dean's hand up to the lust blown eyes. He licked his lips slowly, tempted to reach out to help, but instead he wanted to just watch.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Dean arched his back, licking his own lips in a mirroring of Cas. He thumbed over the tip slowly, picking up the moisture gathering there.

"Does it look like I'm enjoying myself?" he asked, staring at Cas.

He chuckled softly, tilting his head as he watched Dean lick his lips temptingly. He leaned in, unable to stop himself from capturing those lips in a kiss.

"Suppose it does." He moved to sit back against the headboard, fully intent on just watching now.

Dean moaned low in his throat, eyes locking on Cas's face as he stroked himself slowly, keeping it almost torturous slow at the moment.

"Enjoying the view, Cas?"

He groaned softly, loving the sounds that Dean made. "Of course I do, Dean. Go faster..." He smiled slightly, staring into Dean's eyes. "Let me hear how much you're enjoying it."

He did finally reach out, brushing his fingers over the hunter's hips slowly. "Do you wish it was me instead? My hand or my mouth? Or my ass...squeezing around you, milking you?" Cas had learned all about dirty talk from Dean and he enjoyed doing it every chance he got.

"You can't tell me what to do," Dean hummed, keeping his pace just as slow. "If you want me to go faster, you're going to have to join in."

He rolled his hips automatically up into his hand, teasing himself. It was even hotter now Cas was here, and talking like that to him.

"Any part of your body, Cas," he said, licking his lips again, "I like it all."

"But what if I just want to watch?" He leaned in close, lips brushing Dean's ear smoothly. "What if I want to see what you like to do when its just you?"

He brushed his hand over his inner thigh, teasing him as his hand brushed Dean's.

"Your loss," Dean murmured, legs spreading a little at the teasing touch and he squeezed himself hard before his hand went below to cup his balls, rolling them in his palm with a low groan.

He continued to stare, grabbing his face and turning him before kissing him deeply. "Dean you are a tease." He whispered softly before wrapping his hand around Dean's.

"Me?" Dean moaned, squeezing again, his free hand coming up to push the ridiculous trench coat off his shoulders. "I'm all ready for you, Cas."

"Yes, you." He let Dean push it off, tossing it away before making Dean squeeze and stroke himself. "Patience."

"Not a tease if I'm willing to give up the goods, we've been over that," Dean chuckled, although the laugh tapered off into a low moan as he rocked up into his own hands.

He kept making him stroke himself, licking his lips as he watched. "Tell me what you want, Dean."

"Well, now you're here, I want you," Dean said, biting his lower lip as one twist of his wrist had him arching up. "I want your hands, your mouth--lick me, suck me, fuck me, anything, Cas."

He chuckled, kissing him again before letting go and moving between Dean's legs. He watched him, grabbing and dragging him down the bed like he weighed nothing. "Are you saying I can do anything I want to you?"

Dean grinned at the manhandling. He liked it when Cas got all controlling like this.

"That's right," he said, legs spreading further, completely exposing himself to the angel. "Anything, Cas."

He smirked, bending down and licking up the inside of his thigh slowly. He bit down lightly before nipping up before switching to the other thigh. "Are you sure you want to give me that, Dean?"

"That's right," Dean nodded, then groaned at the teasing licks and bites. "Give you whatever you want." Because I trust you hung unsaid in the air. Probably because Cas didn't need to hear it said.

He hummed happily at that, nibbling back up and over a hip bone. "Roll over, Dean." He swatted his side lightly.

Dean groaned out something about not being able to see him if he did that, but he obeyed anyway, too turned on at the moment to protest. Not to mention the friction of the sheets against him made him want to hump the bed.

"You will not be staying like this, Dean. You gave me permission to do anything I please..." He moved up over him, kissing down over his shoulder blades slowly before his tongue dipped out, sliding down his spine slowly while groaning. Dean's skin tasted amazing. He stopped just above his crack, nipping and biting up over the swell of his ass.

"I know, I know," Dean grumbled, but the kisses pulled satisfied little noises from him anyway, and his back arched under the exploring tongue. The nipping at his ass had him jumping a little, and he craned his neck to see what he was doing back there.

[[Can't remember if we've ever done this so just tell me if this is okay or not.]]

Castiel looked up, meeting Dean's eyes briefly before his thumbs hooked between Dean's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and spreading him open. "Been reading...watching a few videos." He blushed slightly, tilting his head.

"Gabriel helped me. I...asked a few questions and he pointed me in the right direction. Been curious to try this." He kept nipping, moving inward before flicking his tongue at his hole.

"What directio--holy hell," Dean started at the feel of the wet muscle pressing against him. His hands gripped tightly at the pillow, almost tight enough to tear it as he stared at the angel. "Cas..."

[[Don't think we have, but I'm cool with it! :)]]

"Hmm?" He smirked for a moment before swirling his tongue around the sensitive ring of muscle before stabbing the tip in and wiggling it around.

Dean's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at that sensation. It was new and goddamn perfect. His hips rocked back against the invading tongue as he moaned his name over and over, occasionally throwing a curse in for good measure.

He wasn't sure if he should kill Gabe or thank him for this idea.

He wrapped his arm around Dean's middle, hauling him up onto his hands and knees before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He squeezed before stroking slowly as his tongue continued to work its way inside him before he pulled back and smiled.

He loved seeing Dean get like this. After just a brief second of watching him he leaned back in, letting his teeth scrap gently around the outer ring, growling at him.

Dean cried out at the hand on him in counter point to the tongue, and then there were teeth. His head hung between his shoulders as he gasped and rocked, wanting more of everything.

"Want more, Dean?" He asked quickly, voice even more of a growl than usual before he dove back in, stabbing his tongue deeper before practically fucking Dean with it. He pushed deeper and deeper, moaning.

"Yeah, Cas, yes," Dean gasped, the feel of his tongue driving him wild. He hit the pillow with his fist, ass muscles clenching around the invading tongue. "Cas, fuck, more."

He kept his tongue pumping into him faster as he slowly added a finger in beside his tongue. His other hand kept stroking at his cock though, twisting lightly and squeezing.

"Cas!" Dean nearly shouted, rocking into the hand and back on the tongue and finger, or at least trying to. "More, please...dammit, Cas."

Finally he pulled his tongue out, adding a second and third finger one after the other. "Hmmm tell me what you want..."

Dean's hips rolled steadily as he bit his lip hard.

"You, I want you," he moaned out, not caring how wanton he sounded at that moment. "I want you to fuck me, Cas...sooner, not later."

He kissed his way back up Dean's spine before his lips rested between his shoulder blades. He grabbed the lube easily, opening it before dripping it over his cock and spreading it after pulling his fingers free. "Are you sure?"

"Cas, I swear if you don't fuck me right now," Dean growled, panting hotly against the pillow, "You're never going to touch me again. Do it."

"I doubt you would follow through, Dean." He chuckled though, lining up before slowly pressing in. He grasped his hips, squeezing and groaning.

"Do you really want to test that?" Dean managed to ask before he let out a loud whining noise (that he would deny ever making...ever) as the thick heat stretched him wider than that tongue and his fingers could.

"We could test that theory, yes. I could pull out right now and let you go back to watching your porno..." He kissed his back again, sliding forward until he bottomed out. "Who do you think the more patient one here is, Dean?"

"Don't you fucking dare," Dean groaned, back arching when he felt him deep inside. In response to the teasing, which he thought was in poor taste personally, he clenched his ass around him tightly, shooting a smirk over his shoulder at him.

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The clenching made him shout before growling and smacking his ass hard. He reached forward, pulling Dean up and back against him before capturing his lips in a rough kiss.

Dean made a surprised noise at the ass slap, but he had no time to take in that Cas had just spanked him before he was dragged up into that kiss. He had to admit--he kind of liked this dominant, aggressive Cas. It reminded him that he was actually one tough nut.

He bent his head, biting down on his throat and sucking hard, raising a hickey easily. His hand slid up to his chest, clinging to him with a growl.

Dean's arm came up around his neck so he could hold his head in place, fingers digging into his hair as he urged him on. The growling was sending shocks of arousal straight between his legs and he moaned as his free hand found his neglected cock and began stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Fuck, Cas..."

Cas grabbed Dean's wrist, squeezing it before pushing it away. "Maybe I don't want you to touch yourself, Dean. Maybe I want you to come on just me being inside you, pounding into you." He growled the words, biting just beneath his ear purposely. "Think you can?"

"You should've said so sooner," Dean groaned, head falling back against his shoulder, the hand Cas pulled away going to his hip. "Think you can make me come just by fucking me, Cas?"

His hands went to Dean's hips, pressing with his upper body slightly until he is angling into Dean just right to his his prostate with each brutal thrust. "I think I could."

"Then do it," Dean urged, now moaning with each thrust that hit the sensitive spot inside him. He rocked back against him, panting as his body strained to meet him.

He thrust harder, face pressing in against his throat before biting and sucking again. His tongue licked over one of the marks he left before his lips moved to his shoulder, biting again.

Dean let out a loud cry at the bite, hips moving helplessly, rocked by the brutal thrusts.

"That's it, Cas," he moaned, "Mark me, fuck me..."

He drug blunt nails down his chest and over his nipples. He chuckled in his ear before slapping his ass hard, squeezing. "You like that, Dean? Want to be marked by me where everyone can see?"

"That's right," Dean growled, arching into the touch. "Don't care who sees it, who knows." He sucked a deep breath. "Almost...almost there, Cas...please."

He just kept thrusting, slapping his ass hard again. "Come on, Dean...come for me like I know you want to." He growled before latching onto the spot just below his ear, sucking hard.

The growling voice, the sucking, the slap, not to mention the steady thrusting were all it took to send Dean into a hard orgasm. Turned out he didn't need to be touched after all. His voice nearly gave out at the shout that was dragged from him as he came, hand grasping hard at his hip before he sagged bonelessly in Cas's hold.

As Dean clamped down around him, he thrust erratically, letting out a low groan when a few thrusts later he was coming as well. "Oh...Dean..." He gasped out against his skin, wrapping arms around him to hold him close. "So good...oh so good for me."

Dean mumbled something incoherent, allowing himself to be held by strong arms.

He pulled away slowly, shifting before easily dropping them both on their sides, spooning up behind him and smiling. "So glad you enjoyed that..."

"Fucking a, yeah I enjoyed that," Dean managed, sagging against the beg. "Shit, if I'd known that you could get all dominating like that just from seeing me jerking off, Cas...I would've made sure it happened a long time ago."

"It doesn't just take me catching you pleasuring yourself, Dean." He mumbled into his neck, laughing as he pulled the man closer. "Though if you enjoyed it that much I might have to do it more often."

"Mm, apparently I did," Dean said with a smirk, allowing himself to get pulled up against his body. "Apparently I really do get all tingly when you take control."

"Well I will do it more often." He murmured, rubbing his hands up over his chest slowly.

"Fantastic," Dean mumbled, then turned his head to kiss him. "Looking forward to it."

He kissed him back, brushing his fingers over the scratches he'd left behind on Dean's chest. "I do believe I left you quite marked up this time around." He pushed up on his elbow, looking at Dean's neck and shoulders which were covered in hickeys and bite marks. There were scratches down his chest as well and bruises on his hips from where Cas had held him tight.

"Mm, you did," Dean agreed, starting to feel some twinges from the bruises and scratches. "It's fine. I don't care."

"I could heal you if you want." Though honestly, he really didn't want to. He wanted Dean to heal naturally from this, to carry his marks and possibly even continue to make them as days passed.

"Nah," Dean shrugged, "They'll go away on their own." He yawned before turning over so he could face him, grinning at him like the cat in the cream. "I'm a fast healer anyway."

"And what if I don't want them to go away? What if I want everyone you meet to know you belong to someone?" He chuckled softly, pulling him in and kissing him deeply.

Dean's hand came up to cup the back of his neck, fingers threading through the short hairs back there.

"So you going to keep making them then?"

He leaned in until their noses were almost touching. "Do you want me to? Because I would, gladly. That way no one but me would ever have you again."

"Oh, you sweet talker, you," Dean chuckled, "Who knew you were so possessive? Is that what you really want, Cas? Me all to yourself?"

"I think you know the answer to that." He murmured, staring into his eyes. "I don't like when I can smell others on you."

"Well, there hasn't been any others recently, has there?" Dean said, tilting his head a little. "So you shouldn't smell anyone else. Well, other than Sam. And not for that reason."

"Not recently, no. But in the past..." He growled it before pulling him into another kiss. His arms wrapped around Dean's waist, pulling him in even closer like he weighed nothing.

Possessive angel is very possessive, apparently. Not that Dean was complaining at the moment. He slid his leg between Cas's, pressing close against his body.

"Do you mind that I am possessive of you, Dean?" He asked quietly, face pressed in against his throat, kissing each mark he'd left.

"Maybe I would've before," Dean groaned, arching his neck under the kissing, each bruised spot pulling a little gasp from him. "Not now. You've probably been possessive since you first gripped me tight, huh?"

"Yes, but I held myself back. Much as I wanted to smite every single person who ever laid a hand on you. It was not within my rights to do so. You would have ultimately hated me." He said quietly against his throat, licking at one particularly dark bruise.

"Probably, yeah," Dean had to agree, twitching when he licked that bruise. "Well, no more touching other people for you, if that's how we're going to do this. No more making out with demons, don't care how hot they are."

At the mention of making out with demons he pulled back, making a disgusted face. "Meg wasn't hot. I was merely curious and she was the only female there at the time. She tasted like ash."

"Aw, Cas, don't make that face," Dean chuckled, trying to drag him back in. "Just teasing."

He nodded, laughing before kissing him. "You are the only one I wish to kiss, Dean Winchester."

"Well then, you've got me to kiss, so get kissing," Dean said, nipping at his lower lip.

And he did, deepening their kisses into a simmering, passionate make out session.

Dean groaned into the kisses, rolling them so he was on top of Cas this time around, straddling his waist and raking his fingers through his hair.

He groaned, thrusting his hips up as he deepened the kiss. "Dean..." He whimpered after a moment, grabbing Dean's hips.

Dean rocked his own hips down when he felt Cas' hands on them, tongue delving into his mouth eagerly. He always felt far too proud when he managed to get Cas to make sounds like that.

He sucked at Dean's tongue, fingers digging into his hips as he moved to meet the rocking. His thumbs slid across skin, digging in just at his hip bones for a moment before continuing their teasing slide inwards.

[[Did you watch it?]]

Dean moaned at the teasing motion, silently thinking he wasn't moving fast enough, but then an idea struck him and he pulled his hands away.

"I want to try something with you, Cas. Since tonight's all about experimenting, it seems."

[[No, sadly our date isn't until tomorrow night at like 10:30. I'll let you know when I do!]]

He frowned at first when Dean hand removed his hands, looking up at him questioningly before he heard his words. After a moment he nodded, curiousity piqued.

"You may try anything you wish, Dean."

Dean grinned, kissing his lips lightly before shifting to climb off. Not that he really wanted to do that, but he needed to find a certain item. Which turned out to be the cast off blue tie next to the bed. He returned, taking hold of Cas's hands again and pulling them up over his head.

"You have to promise to resist using angel strength to get out of this," he informed him as he tied his wrists firmly to the headboard with the tie. "Think you can do that for me, Cas?"

He watched curiously, tilting his head as he watched Dean tie his wrists together and then to the headboard. He nodded, turning eyes to Dean. "Yes I promise." He shifted, tugging at them lightly.

"And just what are you planning on doing now that you have me tied up?"

"You're just going to have wait and find out," Dean smirked down at him before straddling him again. "Just enjoy yourself, alright?"

He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his mouth before trailing his lips down his jaw to his throat, kissing, sucking, nipping, all lightly, just enough to create some sensation, but nothing enough to bruise or leave a mark.

His head tipped back to allow better access, eyes drifting shut as he moaned softly. Each little sensation was well on its way to driving him insane as he thrust his hips up, trying to grind up against him.

"Down, boy," Dean chuckled against his throat, thighs clamping on him to hold his hips still as he nipped lightly at his collarbone, then gave a little suck. "We'll get there soon enough."

"Dean...do not torture me." He turned to look down at him, tilting his head before craning to kiss the top of his head.

"And don't you tell me what to do," Dean growled against his skin, although he did lift his head at the kiss to shoot him a smirk before he clamped his mouth down on a nipple, giving it a nip followed by a hard suck.

He cried out at the attention, arching up against him. "Oh Dean!" He gasped, eyes huge as he watched the hunter above him.

Dean smirked again, giving another hard suck as his fingers found the other nipple and pinched it, savoring the reactions each thing he did pulled from the angel.

He squirmed and writhed, biting his lip as he leveled an intense stare at Dean, thrusting his hips up again before growling loudly.

Dean was oblivious to the stare, focusing on moving down his body slowly, nuzzling at soft spots on his stomach, sucking on particularly tempting areas.

He squirmed, laughing softly as some of the nuzzling tickled him. "Dean! DEAN!" He cried out, laughing harder.

Dean blinked in surprise at the laughing--a ticklish Castiel had never occurred to him. He grinned, biting down on spot that had him laughing the most.

"Yes, Cas?"

He yelped, wriggling to try to get away while laughing again. "Dean stop! That tickles damn it!" He squirmed, glaring while trying not to smile.

"Nope, not going to stop," Dean said stubbornly, biting down again.

He cried out again, twisting his body completely away from Dean while still leaving his hands tied to the headboard. "Dean Winchester!"

It was like trying to stay seated on a bucking bronco and Dean lifted his head so he could push his shoulders down and hold him in place.

"Steady there, Cas. I'll stop that. Who knew you were so damn ticklish?"

He panted softly, eyes huge. "I didn't." He murmured before glaring at him. "You are an evil thing, Dean."

"Maybe. But you still love me," Dean teased kissing him lightly and reaching between them to take Cas's cock in hand, stroking over it firmly.

He kissed back, nodding at the statement before moaning against his lips and thrusting his hips up.

Dean kept hold of him, and thank goodness he was already stretched from before, it allowed him to simply slide down on him, taking him in whole in one go. He let out a groan, head falling back as he sat for a moment, just adjusting to the feel again.

Oh and if he hadn't promised he would be ripping the tie binding his hands apart just to grab Dean's hips and plunge up into him. "Dean! Oh...oh fuck!"

Dean sucked in a breath at the sight of Cas under him like that, and he moaned, bracing himself on his chest with his hands.

"That's what I'm doing," he assured him, rolling his hips slowly.

He strained against the tie, arching up and staring at him. "Please, Dean...let me touch you. I want to touch you so badly..." He moaned though, rocking his hips, trying to force himself deeper.

"No," Dean said firmly, rocking back against him, "Not yet. Just enjoy the ride, Cas."

Which he planned on making as enjoyable as possible, rocking back against him harder as though trying to take him in as deep as possible.

He flung his head back, fingers wrapping around the headboard to keep himself from ripping through the tie. He cried out, rolling his hips up each time Dean rocked down, forcing himself deeper. "Fuck, Dean..."

"Exactly," Dean moaned, pressing down on him and gasping. He picked up his pace until the sound of skin smacking skin filled the room.

He thrust up, gasping and moaning loudly as he stared up at him. "Kiss me, Dean. Please...."

Dean looked down at him for a moment, biting his lip as though honestly trying to decide whether he would actually kiss him or not. But he didn't last long before he gave in and leaned down, claiming his mouth in a hard kiss as he continued to rock on him.

For a moment he thought Dean wasn't going to kiss him and he actually looked hurt until the hunter leaned downed and kissed him hard. He kissed back, headboard shaking slightly as he clenched his fists with the effort not to grab Dean and hold him there.

Distantly Dean could hear the headboard making noises, and he finally took pity. Blindly he reached up and fumbled with the tie until he could release the knot, giving silent permission for Cas to touch all he wanted.

As soon as he was untied his hands went to Dean's hip and his cock. He stroked the hunter's cock, matching the pace of his hips. He smiled up at him, moaning before squeezing his hip.

"What you wanted all along," Dean chuckled against his lips, moaning deep in his throat when Cas's hand closed around his neglected cock. "Cas..."

He groaned, stroking faster as he sucked at his lower lip roughly, biting and worrying it between his teeth.

The stroking and biting drew a series of groans and moans from Dean, and he rolled his hips faster, trying to push forward into the friction of his hand and press back against the stretching fill off his cock. The heat was building already, and he found himself speeding towards completion.

All the teasing that Dean had done had really got him going and now he could feel his impending release as well. He needed to stop it though, wanting to feel Dean let go first.

It wasn't long in coming. A few more rocking thrusts and he let go with a shuddering moan, clenching tightly around him as he came spilling hot between their bodies.

Once he felt Dean tighten and spill between them he let go himself, spilling into his tight passage with a loud cry of his lover's name.

Dean groaned, feeling the hot liquid inside him for the second time that night, and it was too bad men didn't have multiple orgasms, because he probably could have come a second time from that alone.

He collapsed on top of him with a low moan, not planning on moving anytime soon.

He wrapped his arms around Dean, turning his head and pressing his lips against the top of his head. He closed his eyes, smiling into his hair and sighing happily. "You are the most amazing human I have ever met."

"Because of how fantastic I am in the sack?" Dean chuckled against his chest, breathing finally starting to slow down. "Mm, what'd you think of that? It's been a while since I've brought a little bondage into the bedroom."

"I mean much more than your skills in bed, Dean." He smiled, tilting his chin up and kissing him. "I do enjoy it when we spice things up. Perhaps next time I'll bring my wings into play."

"Mm," Dean hummed into the kiss, knowing that's not all he had been referring to, but that was a whole can of worms he had no wish to open so soon after mindblowing sex. "Hey, do you think you could ever sex me up while flying? Just out of curiosity..."

"You mean if you would ever deem fit to fly with me? Every time I try you refuse to fly by Angel Airlines as you and Sam have seen fit to call it. I would if you wanted to." He kissed down to his jaw, leaving little nips along the way.

"Hey, there's flying and then there's zipping from Europe to Alaska in two seconds," Dean pointed out, tilting his head under the nips, "If you could slow it down to Mach 3, I might be more up for it."

He chuckled, grasping his chin and staring into his eyes. "You know, I could show you things you could never even dream of, Dean. And you would be safe with me the entire time. So yes I think we can manage this one thing together."

"You going to show me the world like Disney movie, Cas?" Dean grinned back at him, "Still, I'd like to try the sex in the air thing. Completely redefine the Mile High Club."

Cas leveled Dean with a withered glare before rolling his eyes. "I am not Aladdin and you are not Jasmine. I refuse to sing some children's song." He smirked then, proud of himself for getting a reference.

Dean laughed, although of all references to get, a Disney one? He shook his head before letting it drop to his chest again.

"That's fine. Don't want to ruin flying totally."

"Gabriel made me watch every Disney movie known to mankind." He made a slight face. "I hope he is still picking caramel out of his wings. I was not pleased." He kissed his forehead lightly.

"He made you watch every Disney movie," Dean deadpanned back at him, "Including Bambi? That guy's a real sadist, you know? Dunno what Sam sees in him."

"Sam encouraged him to get me to watch them. Claimed they were important parts of human learning. I think he was just messing with me." He smiled though, leaning in and kissing him. "Gabriel seems to be under the impression that you look like a character from one of the movies. Though I doubt you would like to know who."

"Of course he did. Gabe's been a bad influence on him," Dean muttered, then pulled back to look at him curiously. "Who's that?"

[[Oh, you're going to go there, are you? XD And I finally saw the finale last night. OH. MY. GOD.]]

"Her name is Rupunzel. She has big green eyes and blond hair. Though hers is a much lighter blond." He studied Dean's face, tilting his head like he was actually taking the time to consider the supposed resemblance.

[[Yes. Yes I am. AND I KNOW!!!]]

"Rapunzel. The girl trapped in the tower," Dean said, looking clearly unamused by that realization. "Stop looking at me like that, Cas, I don't look like her."

[[Oh, the human Cas is coming true~]]

"You do have some similarities. The color of your eyes...your lips..." It was so painfully obvious that he was teasing though, raising his eyebrow slowly.

[[Yes I know. Seriously, put it together there...Heaven is cut off now. Unless Crowley gets rid of his new penchant for human emotions now that he almost IS human we will have a new King of Hell...a chance for the Croatoan to start up again...only thing left is to release Lucifer. End!Verse is far too close for my liking. Damn Metatron. If Cas breaks his foot next season I might just sob for a few days.]]

"Hey, stop comparing me to a Disney princess, angel boy," Dean groused, smacking his chest lightly. "I'm a rugged manly man and that's that."

[[I don't think we're going towards end!verse even though I know that's what a lot of people are talking about. Dean's come a long way from the cold blooded version of himself in 2014--I don't see that transition happening, or Sam saying yes.]]

"Alright fine. You are a rugged manly man...who happens to have pouty lips." His eyes flashed playfully and he kissed him quickly, nipping at his lower lip to try and distract him.

[[I don't know, but I am really excited to see what happens next. I'm dying and I can't believe the new season isn't until NOVEMBER!]]

Dean smacked his chest again, although he caught his mouth when he nipped at him in a proper kiss. His lips weren't pouty, dammit.

[[SERIOUSLY. I think the fandom is melting down already and it's only been three days. :P]]

He laughed against Dean's lips, cupping his face before pulling back and looking at him. "You know something? I love you, Dean Winchester."

[[Oh yeah. I can't even go on tumblr anymore.]]

Dean blinked, the frown turning into something softer at the declaration of love.

"Do you really? Well, guess what, Cas. I love you too. So now we're even."

"I don't think its about being even, Dean." He tilted his head, looking slightly confused. Leave it to Castiel to get a Disney reference, but not a simple statement such as Dean had made.

"Ah, Cas," Dean chuckled, shaking his head, and he pulled that tilted head close for a kiss.

He kissed him back, sucking on his lower lip with a soft groan. "At least you also love me. It means a lot to me."

"Course I do, Cas," Dean murmured, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of his mouth. "You mean...everything. You and Sam are my family, and you are...you're Cas. My Cas."

He parted his lips, teasingly flicking his tongue against Dean's. "I am yours. I was yours from the moment I raised you from the pit."

"And I was yours," Dean murmured, smirking when his tongue came out to meet his own, "Didn't know it right away, but I was. Totally."

"I just wish it hadn't taken so long for us to come together. There were times that I longed for you...it hurt denying myself." He mumbled before sucking on Dean's tongue.

"Nnnh," was Dean's response to that, mostly because Cas was sucking on his tongue. He hummed into the kiss before pulling back. "Well, now you don't have to deny yourself anymore. At all."

"I don't plan to. Oh no, Dean...now that I've had you I will never let you go." He smiled softly at him, cupping his cheek.

"Good," Dean chuckled, head tilting into the touch. "Yep. You can have me whenever you want, Cas. Well, so long as Sam isn't around. He doesn't seem to appreciate seeing me get my groove on."

"I would never do anything like that in front of Sam." He smiled, staring down at him as he brushed down over his face slowly. "You are amazing."

"Figured you wouldn't, but never hurts to make sure," Dean said, and he turned his head quickly to catch the tips of two of his fingers between his teeth, nipping at them lightly. "You keep saying that and you're going to give me a complex. Well, a worse complex."

"I think you need to hear it more often. You are the one who always claims he doesn't deserve anything. Even after everything you have been through." He smiled at the nipping, smirking before pushing his fingers deeper into his mouth before lightly pressing at his tongue.

Dean sucked on his fingers, tongue wrapping around the digits, trying to distract him from that particular train of conversation.

He couldn't help but stare at Dean's mouth as he sucked, eyes wide and dark with lust. "Dean..." He all but whispered, licking his lips slowly before panting quietly.

Dean hummed around his fingers, sucking them deeper into his mouth. He slid his own hand down his chest to ghost over his cock.

He moaned, biting his lip before he started panting softly. "You want something else to suck?" He asked breathily, smirking at him.

Dean released his fingers with a wet pop and smirked up at him.

"You got something else for me to suck, Cas?"

He glared, bucking his hardened cock against Dean. "What do you think?" He grumbled, grasping the back of Dean's neck and squeezing.

Dean's smirk spread into a grin and the hand ghosting over him closed in a firm grasp.

"I'll take this..." squeeze "...as a yes."

He pressed one more kiss to his lips before quickly sliding down his body, kissing odd spots as he went. He lapped at the sensitive head, eyes flicking up to watch him as he closed his mouth around him and gave a little suck.

He gasped, jerking his hips up slightly when he felt Dean's lips around him. "Oh fuck, Dean! Fuck yes..." He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment before looking down, locking eyes with him.

He reached down, fingers brushing through his hair.

The fingers in his hair had him humming around his mouthful. Making sure there was plenty of spit, he slid down over him, slicking him up and sucking firmly.

He forced himself not to thrust up into that amazingly hot mouth. "Oh Dean you are...so amazing. That feels so amazing..."

Dean hummed again, making sure the vibrations ran down his length, before he tried to take him into his mouth completely. He wasn't used to this, by any means, so he couldn't deepthroat him like he wanted to, but he did his best.

He panted softly, cupping the side of Dean's face and brushing his thumb over his cheek. "Gorgeous..." He smirked, licking his lips slowly before pressing his head back against the pillows, eyes falling shut.

"Mm." Dean's head bobbed slowly as he focused on the taste and texture of Cas, his own eyes shutting to savor it all that much more.

He finally rocked his hips slowly, biting his lip hard. "Dean..."

Dean took his hands off his hips, relaxing his mouth when he felt him rocking up, giving him the silent go ahead to just let loose.

He looked down suddenly, eyes widening a bit when he realized what Dean was doing. After a moment he cupped the back of Dean's head, thrusting shallowly into his mouth.

Dean kept his head still, allowing Cas to move as much as he wanted, and one hand cupped the soft sac of skin under his cock, rolling it slowly in time with the thrusts.

His panting deepened, groaning softly. "You...are you...enjoying yourself?" He asked softly, still watching him as he thrust.

Dean's eyes opened and flicked up to meet Cas's gaze. He could probably tell from the blown pupils and lust dark green that, yes, Dan was enjoying himself. Thoroughly.

"Would you like something different? Would you like me to fuck you again, Dean?" He grasped at the hunter's short hair, gripping tightly and pulling.

The pulling made him lift his head, releasing him with a wet pop, and he grinned up at him as he crawled up along his body.

"What would you like to do, Cas?" he asked, draping himself over him. "What would you like to do to me?"

He brushed his fingers through his hair, staring up at him for a long time. He bit his lip as he considered it. "Hands and knees, Dean."

Dean got impatient when it took him so long to make up his damn mind, and he had started nipping at his neck with the order finally came. Smirking, he rolled off him slowly, and did as instructed, clambering to his hands an knees. It was weird to feel so exposed, but this was Cas. Cas knew every nook and cranny of his body, there were no secrets there. Not any more.

Now he could get a tiny bit of payback. "Grab the headboard." He swatted Dean's ass, urging him forward slightly so he could grab it easily.

"You going to make me break it?" Dean asked, smirking back at him, although he did as he was told, grasping onto it, legs spreading already for him.

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the tie that had been holding Cas was tied firmly around Dean's wrists and the headboard. "If you do I can always fix it."

Dean blinked when he found himself bound, then shot a grin back at him.

"Handy to have an angel around," he said, then wriggled his ass a little, trying to tempt him. "Clean up the room after we've destroyed it with hot sex."

"Well I would hope thats not the only reason you like having me around." He murmured against Dean's skin before grinding up against his ass firmly.

"Obviously not," Dean said, squirming when he felt him grinding like that. "Your cock's a pretty good reason too."

"How bad do you want me inside you, Dean?" He asked softly against his skin, smoothing his hands down his sides and over his ass slowly.

"Bad enough that I'd let you tie me to the bed, Cas," Dean muttered, arching his back a little to make his ass stick out temptingly. "I want you to get in me already and screw me senseless."

"Like you had much choice at being tied to the bed." He chuckled before lining up and thrusting until he was buried to the hilt, one smooth movement. "Oh...Nngh, Dean!"

Dean's back arched as he threw his head back with a shout when he filled in him one motion.

"You wouldn't...have done it unless I wanted it," he pointed out between moans as his muscles twitched around him.

He started thrusting, wrapping his arm around Dean's waist. "No I wouldn't have."

"Told you so," Dean gasped, and he rocked back against the thrusts as best he could with his hands bound to the headboard.

He reached down, wrapping fingers around Dean's cock as he thrust slowly into him. "Gorgeous...you are just so gorgeous!"

"Whatever," Dean moaned, twisting his head around to look at him--and hopefully find his mouth for a hard kiss to stop the flow of compliments. He rocked back, then forward, body torn between the cock inside him and hand fisted around him. "Just don't stop fucking me."

He kissed him hard, growling softly into his mouth just as his tongue delved inside, exploring everything as he continued thrusting and pumping his fist roughly.

Any noises Dean made were swallowed by that probing tongue and mouth, and he shut his eyes tightly as he just let all of the pleasure and sensation wash over him in lewd waves.

Cas smacked his ass roughly with his free hand, having found that Dean seemed to enjoy it during sex quite a lot.

Oh, indeed Dean enjoyed ass smacking during sex. He enjoyed it greatly, and women tended to not do it as much as he would have liked. It made him moan loudly, hands straining at their bindings hard enough to make the headboard creak.

"You want me to untie you, Dean?" He murmured in his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. "I'm tempted to untie you and flip you over so I can watch your face. You're so expressive..."

"I don't care what you, nnnh, do, Cas," Dean growled back at him, clenching around him purposely. "Just don't stop..."

He gasped at the clenching, slamming into him harder because of it. "You know you drive me crazy?"

"Yep," Dean gritted, although he somehow managed a smirk back at him and clenched again, "I can tell...shit, Cas..."

He reached, ripping the tie from around Dean's wrists before pulling him back flush against him. He tilted his head, attacking the hunter's throat with lips and teeth while gripping his cock and stroking quickly.

[ well okay

stopping by and just. staring, because clearly that is the polite thing to do ]

[ well okay

at first he's a little irritated because don't you knock, mongrel

and then

reconsidering.

Gilgamesh is rather exquisite, isn't he? it should stand to reason that Ling sought him out for the sole purpose of watching him during this

but then, why simply watch? ]

Come here. [ NOT STOPPING... AT ALL. ]

[ hahah. He leans against the doorframe, just watching and maybe considering the offer, but for the time being this is amusing as hell just like this ]

You sure seem to be into this.

[ that is not coming here, Ling

maybe. pausing a bit. so he can speak, lazily jerking it as he edges the line between complete sexual fulfillment and frustrating teasing ]

And you are not, when you do this?

I'd like to think I'd stop if someone walked in on me.

[ pausing for a second, but then he does finally step inside the room, moving in closer ]

You're not one for shame, are you?

[Congratulations, Gilgamesh! Saber actually looks startled and is gaping at him for a moment before she shuts the door and tries to walk away.]

[ it would be in bad taste to materialize in front of her without stopping, wouldn't it?

... yep. this is happening. ]

Saber. There is no need to be shy.

This is a private act, Archer. I apologize for disturbing you, but your indulgences are your own and I wish no part in them.

You are doing it wrong.

[ wait what who are you ]

Then come and show me the right way. [ not even stopping!!! ]

Cease for a moment and I will do so.

[There are certain things that a proper magus prepares themselves for when they become Master to a Servant in the Holy Grail War.

This isn't one of them.]

[ Did no one teach you any manners, mongrel?! ]

Tokiomi... [ it's not so much growled as it is snarled. he's really not happy. ]

[He's used to having full run of his estate. Tokiomi doesn't quite flinch, but he grips his cane a little tighter. His heart thumps heavily in his chest.]

M-- my apologies, King. I wasn't aware you were-- [oh dear what could he even call this] --busy.

[Pause. Headtilt. Welp.

Welp.

Gosh, Gil, can't even find some way to make things more private and keep people walking in, can you?]

[ why should he, they should expect things like this to happen

it is not as though they have the room to be offended by such a thing, anyway ]

Enki--du. [ IT'S A LITTLE BREATHLESS, but the smile is there all the same. ]

Were you looking for me?

[There's little room, yes, but that's assuming the sentiment is offense in the first place.]

I was.

[But man, Gil. Ah, well.]

Though it can wait. I will say, though, that there are other ways, and I'm surprised you opt for this one.

[ Clint doesn't think much of it. Tasha is his best friend in a way not even Phil compares. It's just- she gets him, as much as he gets her, or at least as much as she lets him. He knows how she is about her personal space and her privacy, but Clint's never figured it was a deal breaker. They've shared rooms before, and shared beds before and seen each other naked before -- it's not a big deal. Technically, they're not off the clock yet, still waiting for their ride out from the hotel room. But Clint's planning to grab his toothbrush so he doesn't knock, just figures she'll hear him because she always does, except when he opens the bathroom door it's not just steam that he sees. Or water that he hears. ]

Shit—!

[ Do not think about that flash of skin you saw, Barton. Do not think about her legs. Do not think about her mouth. Do not—

Ah, fuck. ]

Uh, I'm just gonna—

[ Go and jack off when you're not looking. ]

She knows she technically doesn't need to do honey traps anymore, she knows she doesn't need to seduce her way through a mission when the mark makes her skin crawl and all she wants to do is punch him in the throat.

But sometimes it's easier to batter her lashes and pretend she's interested just to avoid bloodshed.

It's the aftermath that she hates, aroused yet sickened. She spends hours in the shower scrubbing herself down, every trail of heat the mark left on her skin was scrubbed clean until there's nothing but red marks on pale skin. Then comes the frustration, it's not pleasurable, she doesn't take pleasure from a mark with wandering hands and to her sex is a weapon.

Hand pressed flat against the tiled wall, legs half parted with her other hand buried between them and breath stuttering. She does hear him coming but he's seen her in worse states than this and she really needs to let off some steam, she needs this.

"It's not in here-" A pause for her to catch her breath, "I put it in your bag." Her eyes are blown, fixed on him through the smeared glass pane. It's so many shades of wrong, but it was him who walked in on her, and Natasha likes to finish something she's started one way or another. "You're staring at me, I should charge."

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caught in the act meme.

Kintaro Oe | Golden Boy | OTA

Want to be embarrassed in front of a priest again? :X

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Noh-Varr • Marvel-616 • OTA

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worick arcangelo | gangsta

Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood | ota

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Legolas | LOTR | m/m

Dick Grayson • Young Justice • OTA

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Would prefer season 2 because, well... yeah. older-version account here. c:

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yours can be the choice of timeline (or we'll just make it up whatever)

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Kadaj | Advent Children | m/m

Bilbo Baggins | The Hobbit | m/m

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Loki | mcu | m/m

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Wally West • Young Justice • OTA

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Junpei Iori | Persona 3 | OTA

10... idefk i'm laughing too hard

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